The night is as cool as water.

There is always a period of time in the demon world when the temperature difference between morning and evening is particularly large, just like the climatic characteristics of wearing a leather jacket in the morning and a yarn in the afternoon, and eating watermelon around the stove on the earth.

Mu Zifeng sat on the bed, holding the seal in his hand, the "Light Slash" swordsmanship given to him by the old demon Suomi was very profound, and if he wanted to practice it in a short time, he had to work hard.

Fortunately, Mu Zifeng is persistent enough, and in a few days, he has mastered seventy-seven eighty-eight.

That sword technique is very terrifying, and when it is displayed, not to mention that it can cut off the mountain range and cut off the monks of the same level, there is no problem at all.

Mu Zifeng didn't have a sword in his hand, so he had to ask for an ordinary sword from Morman, but this ordinary sword, he used all his magic power to cast a light slash, and he could easily cut through a ten-ton stone.

This made him very happy.

Demon skills can't stop cultivating for a moment, so in addition to dealing with trivial things in life, Mu Zifeng spends most of his time in cultivation.

Suddenly, there was a "click" sound from the roof.

The sound was very subtle, as if a cat was moving gently, but it was extremely clear in Mu Zifeng's ears.

"Is it finally here?" he smiled, his spiritual power radiating out, and he found that five figures were lying on the roof, looking into his room through the gaps in the tiles.

Everyone who came was a three-color magic pupil, and the black, yellow and blue fluorescence were like the eyes of a beast in the night, greedy, bloodthirsty, and ferocious.

"I'm still here. Quan Lao's lazy voice sounded in his body.

"How are these five people's cultivation?"

"Three second-order magicians in the middle stage, two first-order magicians in the early stage. ”

"You really look up to me. ”

"It's just cannon fodder, and there's a big guy in the back. ”

"What, why is there a big guy?" Mu Zifeng also had a headache.

"What kind of cultivation is that big guy?"

"Seventh-Order Great Magician Peak!"

"This ......" Mu Zifeng was speechless for a while.

At the peak of the seventh-order Great Magician, Qiu Shenghong, the master of the Eagle Sword Gate, is still two great realms, is this especially embarrassing this son?

Mu Zifeng bit his lower lip.

"Elder Quan, how much cultivation can you exert at the maximum?"

"Well," Quan Lao touched his nose, and a narcissistic light emanated from his five-colored demon pupils.

"It's all burning eyebrows, don't be narcissistic anymore, hurry up!" Mu Zifeng couldn't wait to kick Quan Lao.

Is there anyone who plays like this?

"Hehe," Quan Lao smiled awkwardly and shook his head.

"That is, the early stage of the first-order demon king, and it is on par with that great elder. ”

"My good power elder, Grandma Tianwang!" Mu Zifeng didn't know how to describe his mood.

"A first-order demon king powerhouse, then I'm still afraid of a yarn. ”

Quan Lao was also amused by his words, and said in his heart: "Is it good that Lao Tzu is a man, and he is a handsome man, how did he become the grandmother of the king?!"

Mu Zifeng no longer paid attention to Quan Lao, and calculated alone, and after a while, the corners of his mouth turned up, and those who were familiar with him must know that this was the rhythm of his Yin people.

He got up from the bed and paced around the room with his little hands behind his back, muttering incessantly, "What kind of is this, it's not as good as what I stole from the sect!"

He turned around suddenly, and there was an extra volume of bone book made of demon beast bones in his hand, which was the body refining secret book he seized from Song Tianji, this secret book was useless for him who had experienced the refining of the Great Wind Mouth, but for the demon cultivators below the Great Magician, it was tantamount to a treasure-like existence.

He was so angry that he dismantled the beast bone and threw the garbage out of the window.

"Crunch", there was a slight sound on the roof.

In his mind, five figures were clearly imprinted, and the monkey-like pounced on the broken animal bones, and held them in his hands, and after reading them carefully, they were all overjoyed, looking like a crazy pig brother.

"It's not enough!"

He muttered to himself deliberately, "It seems that the Qingling Pagoda has to pick up the secret books of the sect where they are hidden." ”

"Boom" The sound of five clothes breaking through the wind, his mind showed that the five figures turned into five points of light and quickly disappeared into the night.

"Quan Lao, is that big guy gone?"

"It's already moving, though, slowly. ”

"Then let's go, too. ”

With a swish, Quan Lao drilled into his sea of knowledge, controlled Mu Zifeng's body, and flew out of the window.

When you reach the Demon King level, you can fly without the help of anything.

Mu Zifeng felt that he was stronger than me.

"Is this the strength of the Demon King?"

The first time he fled, he felt that everything was new, although Mosa City was forbidden to fly, but it was said to ordinary monks, for the Demon King powerhouse, the coercion of that formation almost did not exist.

Qingling Pagoda is located ten miles outside the city of Mosa, when it was originally built it may have been a lookout post set up to prevent strong enemies from attacking, with the safety of Mosa City for decades, the Qingling Pagoda was slowly abandoned, Mu Zifeng found this tower when he entered the city, and he was very surprised to ask Moorman, so he was particularly impressed.

Mu Zifeng avoided the big guy all the way and flew slowly outside the city, and in the distance, a stone tower two hundred zhang high appeared in his pupils.

His spiritual power suddenly let go, and six points of light immediately appeared in his mind, and the points of light were constantly moving from the first floor of the stone tower upwards, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

In a quarter of an hour, the six points of light stayed at the top of the tower, stayed for a moment, and then moved down the top of the tower.

The corners of Mu Zifeng's mouth turned up, and a smile also climbed up his cheeks.

In an hour, the point of light moved up and down six times, and the six monks, including the big guy, were all out of breath with helpless expressions on their faces.

"This Mu Zifeng, I really want to chop him!" one of the second-order demon mid-stage monks spoke, and the anger in the three-color demon pupils almost erupted from his eyes.

"He must have been played with, this kid is too ghostly!"

"No, my legs are getting thinner!"

"Is he really from that mysterious Huamen?"

"Eight or nine are not far from ten, only the people of Huamen have such strong spiritual power, otherwise, if we act so secretly, how can he find out!"

"Let's go, go back to him!" The seventh-order Great Demon Master powerhouse simply gave the order directly, and he easily received the cheatbook that Mu Zifeng threw away into his hand and put it in a storage bag.

The other five monks watched in amazement as he put the cheats in the storage bag, but they dared not speak in anger.

"Don't bother!" a terrifyingly calm voice came from a corner.

"Mu Zifeng?" The seventh-order great magician immediately heard the clue.

"Oh, you know me?" a slender figure slowly stepped out of the corner with a straight spine.

"You're a Terran bastard!

"Hehe, I'm just playing with you, what's the matter. "Mu Zifeng played a scoundrel.

"Then let's die!" The old man of the seventh-order great demon was too lazy to talk nonsense, and his right palm was infused with magic power, and he slapped it at Mu Zifeng.

"As you wish!" a silver-white sword light flashed and slashed towards the palm shadow.

It was he who used the light slash that the old demon Somi gave him.

Under the blessing of the old demon king of Quan, the light slash was displayed with Mu Zifeng, as if in the sky and on the ground, only to see a white light cut tofu, and instantly split the palm shadow of the big guy into two halves.

With a "poof", the sword light did not stop, and the old man's right arm was cut off by Qi Gen.

"Whew-"

The old man's screams were like those of a pig slaughtered in a slaughterhouse.

But although his palm shadow was cut in half, the palm wind still hit the tower wall, and with a "boom", the Qingling Pagoda seemed to be hit by a cannonball, and the bluestone exploded from the inside out, and the dust raised was like a mushroom cloud turned into a nuclear bomb explosion.

"Is this the strength of a seventh-order archmage?"

Mu Zifeng was also in his heart, if it weren't for the blessing of Quan Lao's power, with this alone, he would have to die without life, and there would be no scum left.

"Boy, do you know who I am, how dare you hurt me?" the old man clutched his bloodied right arm, with a shocked and incredulous expression on his face.

"I don't care who you are, even the second uncle of Lord Yama is not easy to do!"

Mu Zifeng walked out of the fog raised by the dust, as if he was killing a god, and his eyes were full of bloodshots.

"I'm ......" The old man was halfway through his words, and suddenly he was shocked, and he stood there stunned with his mouth wide open.

There were also five other people who were also stunned.

It was Mu Zifeng who launched the soul piercing cone and pierced the souls of the six people.

This exercise is derived from the gossip diagram, in order to make the opponent's soul lose resistance when the demon borer can't control it, Mu Zifeng's soul was young before, so he has not dared to perform this skill, and now, with the help of the soul of the old man, he also performed it, but the first time he performed it, he couldn't control the proportion, and he completely penetrated the soul of the old man and the five monks.

In other words, these six people will become complete idiots in the future!

"It seems that this skill is too domineering, and it is better to show it less in the future. "Only performed once, Rao is the blessing of his old spirit, but he also feels that his head is swollen, his eyes are full of stars, and his whole hands and feet are uncoordinated, and he stumbles and gets drunk.

Shaking his head vigorously, he sobered up a little, reached out and took the storage bags of the six people in his hands, thought about it, stripped the clothes of the six people again, and then flew up and returned to the city.

A good trick to make something out of nothing, catch a turtle in an urn!

Quan Lao nodded secretly.

The next day, Mu Zifeng was woken up by Zilan early in the morning and dragged to the street by her.

Zilan was wearing a set of fuchsia tights today, her convex and delicate body curves were exposed, and her short fiery red hair ignited the passion of the men on the whole street. But she is like a proud princess, ignoring those eyes, and her arms rubbing Mu Zifeng's arms intentionally or unintentionally, which makes those eyes looking at Mu Zifeng faintly contain a sour taste.

In this regard, Mu Zifeng was also helpless.

As soon as he walked out into the street, he saw six naked men swaggering down the street, one of whom was an old man, who had lost his right arm, and although the fracture was scabbed, the wound was shocking.

The pedestrians all exclaimed and "booed", but the six people were unaware, still shaking their heads and looking like they were alone.

"Mom", Zilan covered her eyes with her little hands, but she couldn't resist her curiosity and secretly looked out from between her fingers.

The shy little face is like a peach in September.

"Are these people swollen?"

"Maybe it's the same as the Thirteenth Prince, crazy!" Mu Zifeng said lightly.

"Wasn't the Thirteenth Prince cured by you?"

"Perhaps, madness is contagious!" Mu Zifeng smiled indifferently.

"Insanity is contagious?" Zilan was in a fog.