This is because the Luo family not only has Luo Qingshan, a master of the seventh layer of the Spirit Refining Realm.

There is even a hidden Purple Spirit Realm powerhouse.

As long as this strong man lives in Falling Moon City for one day, the three of them will not dare to make a move against the Luo family.

Mu Yu glanced at Fang Xiu lightly, and snorted coldly: "You can die, the next head of the Fang family, his name is Fang Han." ”

As the words fell, the silver dragon under him roared, swallowing Fang Xiulai into his stomach with a fierce flame that soared into the sky.

All this happened extremely fast, the young man's voice was still faintly sounding in the sky, and the next moment, Fang Xiulai's body was gone.

Mu Aotian and Chen Beishuang hurriedly retreated, and the strongest killing move was hidden in their sleeves, as long as the silver dragon rushed towards them, they would fight to the death.

It's just that the silver dragon's long tail swept away and returned to mid-air again, with clouds and clouds on the horizon, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Before, the seniors are angry, we must obey the orders of the seniors, and in the future, only Feng Zixi will follow." Chen Beishuang hurriedly expressed his loyalty.

Such a character, who is evil, kills people without a word, without even the slightest sign.

He and Fang Xiulai have known each other for more than 40 years, and they can be regarded as a strong party, but they ended up dying and dying in the belly of the dragon.

"Hmph, you know the times, okay, the deity reluctantly accepted you as a minion." A golden rune flew out from Mu Yu's fingers, and in a flash, it disappeared into Chen Beishuang's eyebrows and disappeared.

Chen Beishuang's consciousness was in pain for a while, but immediately after, the golden rune was imprinted into it, and a majestic spiritual power lit up from the rune, and instantly dispersed, like the sea running into a stream, stirring his mind almost unstable, and he went mad.

Seeing him like this, Mu Yu waved his sleeves and sealed most of the spiritual power in his divine sense, and slowly absorbed it later.

Chen Beishuang's spirit was shocked, and he was overjoyed and knelt down and bowed: "May I ask the senior's name, Beishuang is willing to follow it all his life until death." ”

Many years later, when Chen Beishuang became the sect master of a generation, he often told the disciples around him, saying that the most correct decision he had made in this life was to worship a good master.

And in the days that followed, it was precisely because of the rune imprints in his divine consciousness that he saved his life again and again.

"Get up, deity Mu Yu."

"Huh? Are you really Mu Yu? ”

Chen Beishuang was getting up excitedly, and Mu Aotian on the side had a great change in expression.

As soon as he came, he felt that this person was a little familiar, and his appearance seemed to be very similar to Mu Yu of their Mu family.

But Mu Yu's cultivation is extremely low, and he doesn't have the arrogance of the person in front of him and the innate noble atmosphere.

Therefore, he was not sure for a while, and only observed carefully.

How could he have thought that at this time, he heard this person admit that he was Mu Yu, how could he not be surprised?

"Humph!"

Mu Yu stared at him coldly, with an unfathomable coldness on his face that seemed to be smiling.

"Before, the seniors are not strange, the younger generation has a son and nephew in the family with the same name and surname as the predecessors, so he was frightened for a while, and he was willing to become the slave of the master, and asked the master to fulfill it."

Mu Aotian knelt on his knees, his hands up, and bowed reverently.

By now, he naturally knew that he had not misjudged the wrong person, and the young man in front of him was his Mu Yu, but the real Mu Yu was no longer there, and he had been taken away by this person.

At present, this person's cultivation is profound, he is not his opponent, and he can only sincerely seek slavery to save his life.

Fang Xiulai's fate was in front of him, and Mu Aotian's heart couldn't rise to the slightest thought of resistance.