The sun is low, and the murderous atmosphere is pervasive.

In a small square in Tianlongmen, rows of disciples wearing white disciple uniforms were like lambs to be slaughtered, in front of the Demon Venerable and the Demon King, they didn't even have the slightest room to resist, and they didn't even have the slightest resistance, and their bodies exploded and turned into clouds of blood mist.

The white robe was stained red by the red blood, and it looked like plum blossoms blooming on the snow, bloody and beautiful.

The ancestor of Tianlongmen closed his eyes in pain, he knew that Tianlongmen was over, it was completely over, he hated it so much, he hated Du Hao for destroying the entire sect, he also hated himself, why didn't he find these spineless traitors earlier, so that it caused the catastrophe of Tianlongmen.

"Senior Mu, how many words does Lao Yu have, I don't know if to talk about it?" He slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly seemed to be dozens of years old, "Du Hao still has these five thousand disciples, it is indeed a crime that cannot be punished, if you kill them, Lao Yu can't say anything at all, but after all, the other disciples of Tianlongmen are the elite of my Mangchuan Continent, can you give Lao Yu a face? Let them go, Lao Yu is willing to submit to you, lead the other disciples of Tianlongmen, and be a group of flesh and blood!"

"Well," Mu Zifeng pondered for a moment, the blood in his eyes had disappeared, and the whole person regained his sanity and calmness. His spiritual power had already been locked, and among these five thousand disciples, there were the ten survivors who had hunted him down three years ago, and the first evil of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, Du Hao, had already subdued the law, so there was no need for him to kill them all.

"Make a heavenly vow!" he said lightly, and withdrew his foot from the old man's cheeks.

A helpless wry smile flashed on the old man's face, and he knelt on the ground, "I, Han Shun, hereby make a heavenly oath and am willing to follow Mu Zifeng for the rest of my life.

A white light suddenly fell, and Han Shun felt that there was something in his head that lived in it, and he also had some kind of close connection with Mu Zifeng.

"Get up, if I find out about the secret collusion between the Tianlongmen and the demons or other enemies in the future, I will definitely take your dog's life!" A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Mu Zifeng's eyes.

"Yes, master!"

Han Shun respectfully kowtowed to Mu Zifeng three times.

Rui Sisi looked at Mu Zifeng's eyes, and brought a richer appreciation, although he was in the rivers and lakes, he couldn't help himself, so who likes a bloodthirsty big devil? He not only admired the strong man Mu Zifeng who killed decisively, but also liked the benevolent man Mu Zifeng who had the world in mind.

"Song Jun, contact the remaining Yin Corpse Sect disciples now, we will rush to Qipan Mountain soon!"

"Yes, master, the little one will do it right away!" Song Jun agreed, and quickly took out the sound transmission jade slip.

Qipan Mountain is undulating, although each mountain is not high, it is about 3,000 meters above sea level, but it is also very majestic and magnificent from a distance.

When Mu Zifeng and the others arrived, it was already completely dark, but in a valley in the middle of Qipan Mountain, it was brightly lit, as bright as day.

This place is heavily guarded, and groups of Terran disciples patrol back and forth. But there was no expression on their faces, like walking corpses, and even the walking posture was very weird, so awkward that they couldn't say it.

At this moment, in a temporary building similar to a secular shed, there were Yin Corpse Sect disciples wearing black suits sitting in twos and threes, and on the table in front of them, there were plates of demon beast meat, and bursts of the fragrance of barbecue meat went straight to people's nose bones, making people salivate.

And in that jar-like container, it was filled with sweet wine, and they should be very comfortable with a bite of barbecue and a big sip of wine.

"What do you think Song Jun is doing, why did you gather us together at night? You know, there are several girls waiting for Lao Tzu in bed!"

A middle-aged man at the peak of the second-level demon king, when he snorted, threw away the bones in his hand, and opened his mouth with hatred.

"Yes, who knows what the hell that kid is doing, what did he say that two middle nobles came, in this Mangchuan Continent where there is no demonic energy, apart from us hard-working, which nobleman would dare to come, how can it be reasonable?!"

A young man in the middle stage of the first-order demon king, turning over the five-colored demon pupils, complained fiercely.

"You all don't have to say a word, you're all here, what's the use of talking about it?"

Everyone was also talking, and the whole hall was like hundreds of sparrows, chirping and buzzing.

"Master, look, those are the puppet warriors that have been refined!" In mid-air, Song Jun pointed to the patrolling Terran soldiers.

"Are these the puppets that your Yin Corpse Sect has refined?" Mu Zifeng also felt very curious.

Han Shun, who came at the same time as Mu Zifeng, felt a churn in his heart, and he found that those soldiers who had been turned into puppets were all the powerhouses of the original five major factions, and these five major factions were all exterminated with the assistance of Tianlongmen.

"There's no way for me to refine these Terran children back?"

"There is no way. Song Jun also gave Mu Zifeng an affirmative answer, "The Yin Corpse Sect has a special department for refining puppets, called the Puppet Hall, they use secret methods to refine some monks into puppets, these monks have no thoughts of their own and no souls of their own, they only obey the command of those monks who have refined them, just like the walking dead." ”

After a pause, Song Jun continued, "The puppets that have been refined have no pain, no taste, and no need to eat anything, just like a zombie, no one can do anything about them." ”

"They're so pathetic!" Ress tightened her mouth, trying to keep her voice as calm as she could.

Mu Zifeng's heart was full of joy, from Du Hao's memory, he already knew that his parents and sister were caught by them and sent here two months ago, "Could it be ......" He didn't dare to imagine it.

"Master, please rest assured, refining a puppet is not so easy, it generally takes five steps, and the time is more than three months, which can be successful, and the grandfather, grandmother and young lady have just been arrested for only two months, and there is no time to be refined. Song Jun obviously saw Mu Zifeng's thoughts, and comforted him.

"That means my parents and sister are probably not yet refined?"

A glimmer of hope suddenly rose in Mu Zifeng's heart.

"If they had been caught here two months ago, there was a 90 percent chance of that. Moreover, this teleportation array is only opened once every two months, although it does not restrict the teleportation of people below the demon king level, the resources required to open the teleportation array are too huge, and Yin Xiaochun of Huamen is not willing to waste resources excessively, so the number of Terran monks sent back to the demon world is strictly controlled at about 5,000 people every time. ”

"I see. Mu Zifeng let out a sigh of relief, and his heart finally relaxed a little, but the heart he had just put down immediately lifted it again, because his spiritual power was fed back, and in the depths of the brightly lit valley, he found two familiar breaths, but he didn't find the breath of his parents.

"Quick!"

He only said a word, and his body made a fluorescent glow, and he fell down against the tall building.

In the hall, all the disciples of the Yin Corpse Sect were still lazily drinking and eating meat, telling each other what they had seen and heard during this period of time, and bursts of lewd laughter were also endless, and when they heard it, they knew that they must not have done anything good.

Suddenly, with a bang, the door of the hall was kicked open, and Mu Zifeng and the others walked in with their heads held high.

"Song Jun, what the hell are you kid doing? What the hell is it that you called us here so late, what do you want to do? Where are the nobles of the gods?"

As soon as Song Junfu appeared, those disciples of the Yin Corpse Sect who had been disturbed by the good things stood up one by one and began to question, and there were even two fifth-order great demon king peak powerhouses, who were the leaders at a glance, and stepped in front of Song Jun in a few steps, with extremely unruly expressions.

Mu Zifeng had already known from Song Jun's memory that these two old men, one named Chen Cheng and the other named Ma Li, were among the elders of the Yin Corpse Sect, and they were also the leaders of the team to the Mangchuan Continent this time.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the Yin Corpse Sect is no exception, and the sect is also a gang, divided into many small factions, and the open and secret fighting has never stopped.

And Song Jun's small group is not dealing with Chen Cheng and Ma Li's small group, and they often stumble each other secretly.

So he gave Nangong Jue a look, and Nangong Jue comprehended.

"Smack!"

With two crisp sounds, Chen Cheng and Ma Li flew out suddenly, falling to the ground with a thud, the dirt flew, and the cheeks of the two were even more swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Noise!"

Nangong Jue put his hands behind his back, his heart had already blossomed, he had already been itching to see Mu Zifeng slapping others before, and now he made a move, he didn't expect the slap to be so cool!

Mu Zifeng was also speechless for a while, "Could it be that I have brought these beautiful young people to ruin?!"

The hall was silent, and a pin drop could be heard.

Everyone was stunned by Nangong Jue's hand at once, "That's two fifth-order great demon kings peak powerhouses, they were slapped so easily, could it be that the person who came was the Demon Venerable?"

When they saw the color of Nangong Jue and Li Shichun's pupils, the shocked expressions on their faces became even stronger, "Song Jun didn't lie, there are really two middle nobles from the Mangchuan Continent!"

"Former ...... Seniors, juniors have no intention of offending, and I hope that seniors will forgive their sins!"

Chen Cheng and Ma Ma had already seen the strength of Nangong Jue, a proper third-order demon venerable late-stage powerhouse, a small realm higher than the sect master of the Yin Corpse Sect, and a proper middle nobleman, the two of them faintly regretted in their hearts, "How dare you go wild in front of them, isn't that the old birthday star eating arsenic, and thinking that he is impatient?!"