"What evidence do you have that I killed the Speaker of the Twelve Chambers of Light? Just this purple 'colored' bell? "Elder Guangming's face turned cold, this person not only admitted but also quibbled, then don't blame them for being polite.

"This bell can discern everything, you don't have anything to say!" "Then may I ask, what is the cultivation of the Twelve Speakers of Light, I'm afraid they are all grandmasters! Twelve grandmasters, I am a small three-star sky phantom master can kill them, you are not afraid of the ridicule of the people of the world when you say it, you can't catch the real murderer, just with this purple 'colored' bell to reverse right and wrong, the style of the Temple of Light I can see today! Mu Xiaofeng clenched the big knife, ready to attack at any time.

"You didn't kill it, and it has nothing to do with you, Xiangfan, you have to go to the Temple of Light with us." There was no room for beak at all, Elder Guangming flew down and grabbed Mu Xiaofeng.

The strength of the High Star Grandmaster, how can Mu Xiaofeng withstand it, in Kankan avoided one of their palms with a big sword, and the next attack was fiercely slapped away by their palms, and before she summoned the demonic beast, Mu Xiaofeng's body was locked by them.

The invisible rope restrained her, she couldn't move at all, and secretly struggled with luck, but it made the rope more tightly bound, and small black 'colored' thorns came out, "Hmm~" Mu Xiaofeng snorted, her eyes were blood-red and looked at the three Bright Elders angrily, in fact, she hated herself even more, hated her weakness, in front of the grandmaster level, she was really weak like an ant.

Blood flowed out one by one, black 'colored' blood, this black 'colored' thorn was poisonous, and the body became weaker and weaker.

At the last glance, Mu Xiaofeng saw the burning silence, although through the mask, she still felt it, and felt the look of sadness and fear coming from him.

Hehe......

In a cage, Mu Xiaofeng slowly opened her eyes weakly, it was dark all around, she opened her eyes for a minute before she could see the scene inside, there were iron pillars everywhere, in the closed cage, only she was squatting in the cage in a bent shape, and her hands and feet were bound by iron chains......

...... sneered and 'revealed' a sarcastic smile, at this time, Mu Xiaofeng became calm, if he knew that she was related to the death of the Twelve Speakers of Light, then with the style of the Temple of Light, he would definitely kill her as soon as possible, and he would not lock her up here.

However, there was something in her that deserved such a stirring in the Temple of Light.

After a long time, when Mu Xiaofeng was so bored that he wanted to take a nap, a human voice finally came from around.

Two figures, one red and one black, walked in from the outside, took off their masks, and what greeted them was a pure and flawless delicate face, a face that would suffocate at a glance, a beautiful face that made people dare not blaspheme, and the face was full of immaturity, out of the mud but not stained, and the green ripples were not demonic.

A pair of purple 'colored' eyes are not covered by a black 'color' mask, and they are undoubtedly 'exposed'.

It is obviously a charming pupil, but this purple 'color' is purple and pure, without a trace of impurities, and the world is dirty, this is a pair of eyes that have not been polluted.

Next to him walked a man dressed in a red 'colored' robe, with her hair tied up high, 'exposed' a smooth and beautiful forehead, looking heroic, but her delicate little face without powder was full of fierceness, and the red 'colored' blood pupils looked a little 'gloomy' and shocked in her sharp eyes.