I haven't seen her for two years, Xin'er is nine years old, her height has grown by half a head, and her figure is even more slender, with a small face like a porcelain doll, big eyes flickering, and she looks like a beauty.

When Mu Zifeng left, Xin'er was only the peak of a fifth-order immortal, and her combat power was around that of a first-order magician, and now she was already in the early stage of a seventh-order immortal, and she could completely beat a third-order magician early stage cultivator.

And Xin'er's spiritual power has also improved to the late stage of entry, which shows that this little girl has cultivated hard and put in a lot of effort.

Mu Zifeng pinched Xin'er's little face with satisfaction, and he was also very satisfied with the performance of this apprentice.

So, there was such a scene in mid-air, a tall and thin young man, holding a little girl in his arm, like a god overlooking all living beings, which disciple of the Fengqi Sect couldn't see it, he would stretch out his finger, and the other party immediately lost his combat effectiveness.

"Master, please, give the disciple another flying sword. Xin'er flashed her big eyes, smiled at Mu Zifeng, and said coquettishly.

"You want to join the warband, too?"

Mu Zifeng immediately guessed Xin'er's careful thoughts.

"These dogs dare to catch Xin'er, Xin'er will never spare them!"

"Okay, my Xin'er is ambitious!"

Mu Zifeng took out a pink high-grade magic treasure, the Demon Flying Sword, from the storage bag and handed it to Xin'er.

"Thank you, master! This flying sword is so beautiful!" Xin'er took the flying sword, turned it over and looked at it a few times, and couldn't put it down. With a "click", he kissed Mu Zifeng fiercely on the face, and according to the trick that Mu Zifeng taught him, he quickly refined the flying sword and branded it with his own spiritual brand.

The pink light flashed, and Xin'er drove the flying sword and landed on the battlefield out of thin air.

"This kid!" Mu Zifeng touched Xin'er's face, smiled and shook his head.

From the hands of those Demon Hall disciples who were killed by him, he seized a bunch of flying swords, all of which were top-grade magic treasures, and now they were lying quietly in his storage bag.

Xin'er is like a little tiger going down the mountain, no matter how high the other party's cultivation is, the flying sword is a wild slash, and there is his own cheap master in mid-air to support herself, then she is afraid of a hair, less than ten breaths of effort, there are seven or eight disciples of the Fantasy Sect who died under her sword.

All of this is tedious to write, but what happened was that in an instant, with a stick of incense, all the eight thousand disciples of the Fantasy Sect were wiped out. This is still the result of Nangong Jue and Rui Sisi's final stopping, if they keep fighting, I'm afraid the time will have to be saved by half.

The disciples of the Fengqi Sect had eliminated more than 8,000 disciples of the Fantasy Sect at the cost of zero casualties, which they had never dared to think of a day ago.

Although their faces and bodies were splashed with the blood of their opponents, the faces of the various disciples were all beaming with joy, and all the previous gloom was swept away, and their morale was even higher.

Because they deeply know that the sect master has become a demon king-level powerhouse, will the beautiful tomorrow of the Fengqi Sect be far away?

Moreover, as the first sect in the Demon Forest City area, the Fengqi Sect has been suppressed for too long, too long, they need to break out, they need a chance to break out, and now this opportunity is in front of them, so they can't help but grasp it.

The sun is hidden, and the blood mist is filled.

This flat land in front of the Fengqi Sect has simply become a Shura field, full of deep pits, corpses of Fantasy Sect disciples everywhere, and stumps and broken arms abound, shocking, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a river of blood.

The blood of the eight thousand Fantasy Sect disciples had already stained the small ground into blood-red, and the red blood emitted bursts of fluorescence under the faint light of the sun.

The bloody gas in the air choked the lungs and lingered.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have believed that the disciples of the Fantasy Sect who were still showing off their might just now had turned into a cold corpse in the blink of an eye?

The law of the jungle in the Xuan Demon Continent has been well interpreted here.

"Sect Master, uncle, Rui Bu Qing has asked the two of you to say goodbye, will we clean up the battlefield now?" Rui Bu Qing stepped forward and clenched his fists.

"Don't be busy, wait. ”

Mu Zifeng smiled slightly and waved his hand.

Rui Sisi didn't know why, it can be seen that Mu Zifeng had already said so, and she couldn't say anything more. "Uncle Buqing, just follow Brother Zifeng's words. ”

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Ruibe Qingzong was full of suspicions, but he didn't dare to show it at all. "What kind of person is this in front of you, this is a super ruthless killing god, except for Mu Zifeng, who dares to order a direct strangulation of more than 8,000 people?!"

That's more than 8,000 monks, not more than 8,000 pigs, and if you say you'll kill them, you have to kill them all, what courage and courage it takes!

Rui Beqing looked at Mu Zifeng's eyes, and there was a deep fear in his eyes.

"Could it be that this Xuan Demon Continent is going to produce another great demon of the human race who is thirsty for murder?"

Mu Zifeng didn't pay attention to Rui Buqing's careful thoughts, as early as in that mysterious place of trial, he had developed a decisive character of killing, killing people would not die, and he would leave future troubles, not to mention that this Fengqi Sect was still where he was forbidden, otherwise what cats and dogs would provoke for three days, how could he make time to do other things?

The reason why he is like this is that he wants to give the world a warning and have the effect of killing chickens and monkeys, and at the same time, using a victory to boost the morale of the disciples of the Fengqi Sect, there is no doubt that he has achieved this effect.

"Master, can you not let the old man do this trivial matter in the future?!" Nangong Jue said with a gloomy face.

Since he followed Mu Zifeng to find the thunder bead and refined part of the cultivation of that mysterious power, Nangong Jue's cultivation has steadily improved to the height of the late stage of the third-order demon venerable, so that he can take action against these demons, it is indeed a bit overkill, and he uses a knife to kill chickens.

"Senior Nangong, if someone comes here in a while, you can still say such things, and you don't have to do such trivial things yourself in the future. Mu Zifeng playfully looked at Nangong's spotless white robe, handsome and chic face, and spoke indifferently.

"What? Somebody will come later?"

Nangong frowned suspiciously.

"Don't doubt Ben Shao's words, those people have already come. ”

Mu Zifeng's voice fell, and small black dots appeared in the sky, like meteors, speeding up.

"Damn, more than thirty demon kings, a second-order peak demon venerable, and ...... There is also a fourth-order Demon Venerable peak?When did this Xuan Demon Continent appear with such a powerful force?"

Rao is Nangong is extremely well-informed, and he couldn't help frowning, "How can this be fun?"

Feeling the burst of coercion in the sky, Ruibe Qing and the more than 5,000 disciples of the Fengqi Sect all fell to the ground, unable to even lift their heads.

Even the corners of Rui Sisi's mouth flowed blood, although she tried her best not to let herself fall, but her little face was pale, and she trembled, looking weak.

She hugged Xin'er tightly in her arms, for fear of causing a little damage to Xin'er and leaving a little shadow in her heart.

Mu Zifeng hurriedly waved his hand to play a defensive formation, and Rui Sisi felt a light body, and breathed a long sigh of relief, but her heart immediately twitched together, "This is a rat and a wooden shovel - is the big head behind?" Brother Zifeng, what should I do!"

Not only Rui Sisi, Nangong Jue's heart is also beating the drum, the two of them have never seen Mu Zifeng's true strength, especially Nangong Jue, he began to complain that Mu Zifeng was a little Meng Lang, but seeing that Mu Zifeng's old god was there, with a look of a well without waves on his face, he inexplicably gave him a reassuring pill, "This kid never fights unprepared, is there anything he can do to survive?"

"Whoosh!"

Thirty-three figures slowly descended to the ground, Rao is these people have seen a lot of big scenes, and they are even more decisive and ruthless, but when they see the corpses on the ground, they can't help frowning deeply.

"You killed all the disciples of my Fantasy Sect?"

The second-order peak Demon Venerable stepped forward, his face was so gloomy that he could wring out water, and he used his hand to guide Gong Jue, and opened his mouth gloomily. The sound seemed to come out of hell, without even the slightest hint of color.

This person is full of white hair, his back is rickety, his ten fingers are like withered branches, and like chicken paws, there is no two taels of meat, and the back of his hands is even more bruised, and the whole person is like a piece of paper, which can be blown away by a gust of wind.

"So what?"

Nangong Jue straightened his chest, so far, there is only one way to go, as a third-order Demon Venerable late-stage powerhouse, even if he can't beat the two Demon Venerables in front of him, if he wants to run, he can still retreat. That's where his confidence lies.

"Okay, very good! Today the deity wants to set foot on this Fengqi Sect, and the chickens and dogs will not be left!"

"What are you?How dare you talk like that?!"

Mu Zifeng rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

"Oh, Terran boy, you really have a kind, it's been more than two hundred years, and no one has ever dared to speak to the deity like this. The man's eyes were staring at Mu Zifeng tightly, as if he was staring at a dead man.

A coercion that belonged to the second-order Demon Venerable suddenly rushed towards Mu Zifeng.

"That's because you didn't meet the master, the frog at the bottom of the well!"

Mu Zifeng blew a breath, and the rolling coercion that could make a ninth-order great demon king tremble immediately turned invisible.

"Hey, boy, there are two times, you think that with a magic treasure on your body, you can be invincible in the world?

The man opened his mouth playfully, and in the six-colored demon pupils, the gaze of the yin owl was even worse.

"Old horseman, I haven't reported your name for a long time, this young man's immortal nameless ghost!" Mu Zifeng raised his eyebrows and spoke condescendingly.

"Boy, you heard clearly, the deity is Li Shihong, the sect leader of the Fantasy Sect, and he was nicknamed five hundred years ago - Invisible Shadow!"

Li Shihong raised his head proudly, with a look of contempt for the world, and his rickety back slowly straightened up.