Perhaps because of the four Seven Tribulation Cultivators, Mu Feng traveled a long distance without anyone hindering him.

But it was impossible not to be alone, just after Mu Feng entered Sun City for dozens of miles, a young man stood in front of him, this was an Eight Tribulation Monk.

"It's Han Feilong, he is a disciple of the Sun Palace, it seems that the people of the Sun Palace can't stand it!" As soon as the young man appeared, he was recognized by everyone, and then he became excited, firstly because of Han Feilong's strength, and secondly because of Han Feilong's identity, this is the person from the Sun Palace, and everyone wants to know if this person who broke into Sun City all the way dares to do something to the people of the Sun Palace.

Han Feilong looked at Mu Feng indifferently and said, "This fellow Daoist, I don't know why you came, but no matter what reason you have, no one is allowed to fly in the sky over Sun City, no one dares to violate this rule, Han doesn't want to embarrass you, as long as you fall down immediately, and apologize to everyone!"

It is not difficult to say that it is not difficult, but Han Feilong's words have already blocked Mu Feng's back road, if it is just a simple fall, then it is nothing, but if you have to apologize to everyone, it will be difficult for some strong people, let alone Mu Feng, I am afraid that anyone else will not do this.

Mu Feng said indifferently: "I won't fall, let alone apologize to anyone, but I won't embarrass you, as long as you get out of the way immediately!"

The tip of the needle looked very polite to Mai Mang, Mu Feng's words, but everyone below didn't hear any polite meaning, how could Han Feilong get out of the way, now he is not representing himself, but the entire Sun Palace, if he gets out of the way, then he will want to mix up in the Sun Palace, and he will even be punished for this, which is not the consequence he can bear.

Han Feilong's face suddenly sank, and he said coldly: "In this way, you are not ready to fall!"

Mu Feng smiled coldly and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I don't have time to talk to you, I'm afraid that I will only ask one word, let or not?"

Hearing this, Han Feilong suddenly shouted: "Since you are so ignorant, then let you know what is outside the sky, there are people outside the sky!"

This is the attack of the Eight Tribulation Monks, and every round of the scorching sun can severely damage the Seven Tribulation Monks, so it can be seen that this Han Feilong is much stronger than the ordinary Eight Tribulation Monks.

"It seems that this Han Feilong is also angry, as soon as he makes a move, it is such a powerful attack, obviously he doesn't just want to teach this person a lesson, but wants to kill him!"

"It's no wonder that this person actually despises Han Feilong so much, how can he still show mercy!"

One of them immediately gossiped and said, "Guess who loses and who wins in this battle?"

"I don't know, this mysterious person is too mysterious, I don't know how strong his real strength is......"

Soon a person said: "It must be Han Feilong, how can the Eight Tribulation Monk talk about it so simply, and besides, he is stronger than the ordinary Eight Tribulation Monk, I think this mysterious person must not be able to pass this level!"

"That's not necessarily, if this person can easily defeat four Seven Tribulation Cultivators, then his strength is at least Eight Tribulations, and it is not necessarily weaker than Han Feilong, or even stronger......

"It doesn't matter who is strong or weak, anyway, it's a good fight, and we're watching it......"

"Eun...... It makes sense!"

Three rounds of scorching sun came from the front of Mu Feng and the left and right sides at the same time, but Mu Feng didn't make any movements, and even his eyes didn't fluctuate a little, as if he didn't see these three rounds of scorching sun.

"This is ......" The people below were suddenly stunned.

"He's not going to be scared silly, is he?"

Han Feilong also showed a hint of ridicule and said, "You are nothing more than that, you can die here, you are proud enough!"

But as soon as his words fell, his face changed suddenly, just because the three rounds of scorching sun stopped in front of Mu Feng, and stopped quietly, and the scorching light was also rapidly dimming, replaced by a gray, a dead silence, a death breath.

"Origin ...... of Death" Feeling this dead silence, Han Feilong suddenly exclaimed.

"What, the origin of death ......" the people below also exclaimed, if it was just any one of the five elements of the origin, they would be surprised, the origin of the five elements is too normal, but the origin of death is completely different, don't look at everyone is no stranger to death, but the origin of death and death are not the same concept at all, they have not heard of it, someone has the origin of death.

"Who is this man? He can actually sense the origin of death...... "Everyone was shocked and exclaimed.

Even the three Xuanyuan Huo people in the manor in the middle of the city also changed their expressions suddenly, Zhuang Yan and Yang Shaotian both knew that Mu Feng had the qi of death on his body, but they didn't expect that Mu Feng would be able to perceive the origin of death from the qi of death, and in the face of this origin power, any other origin would be overshadowed, just because it represented death.

The same is true for Xuanyuan Huo, he already has a complete source of fire, but it is the first time he has encountered someone who has the origin of death, although Mu Feng's origin of death is not complete, but Xuanyuan Huo also knows that such a source of death is enough to resist his own origin of fire, even if there is still a gap, but it is definitely not obvious.

"Hmph...... A Death Origin makes you so shocked, if you know that he still has a Killing Origin, a Life Origin, and that damn Five Elements Origin, then you will be so shocked that your mouth will fall to the ground!"

Xiao Fengxuan said this, but his face was also extremely solemn, thinking about the eight origins on Mu Feng's body, he felt as if a boulder had been pressed in his heart, which made him feel like he couldn't see through.

In the blink of an eye, the three rounds of scorching sun in front of Mu Feng completely turned into three gray balls of light, like the bright moon after being covered by dark clouds, hazy and gloomy, the blazing heat had completely disappeared, replaced by cold and dead silence, but it did not dissipate.

"Come and don't be rude, the Demon Moon ......" Mu Feng's voice sounded coldly, and the three Demon Moons full of death aura moved in an instant, shooting towards Han Feilong along three different trajectories, but the speed was much faster than before coming.

Han Feilong's expression changed suddenly, exuding a strong three-wheeled bright moon of the Origin of Death, and before he could get close, he had already felt a cold death silence eroding his body and primordial spirit, as if he was on the verge of death and was about to die.

Han Feilong secretly gritted his teeth, forcibly cheered up, and quickly pinched the trick with both hands, and then two clusters of flames appeared from his hands, and directly condensed two flame dragons, facing the two rounds of the Demon Moon, and his natal magic weapon also appeared immediately, and inspired a hundred zhang sword rays, slashing towards the remaining round of the Demon Moon.

The double dragon is chasing the moon, the heavenly sword slashes the moon, and it is a shocking scene, but in the eyes of everyone, whether it is the double dragon or the heavenly sword, when they touch the demon moon, they stop suddenly, and the flame on the body begins to quickly extinguish, changing into gray, representing the gray of death.

Han Feilong's Fire Origin is not even as complete as Mu Feng's, not to mention that Mu Feng's is still the Death Origin, no matter how complete it is, or the level of grade, it is not something that Han Feilong can compare, the collision of the two origin powers, the victory or defeat is different.

Han Feilong's face changed and changed, his full strength attacked, not only did he not repel the incoming people, but he couldn't even stop the opponent's spell, what a gap this is, a gap that makes people desperate.

It's just that before he could properly appreciate this kind of despair, Mu Feng's figure appeared behind him out of thin air, and his divine consciousness moved instantly, at such a close distance, even if Han Feilong was an Eight Tribulation Cultivator, his consciousness was still instantly defeated and fell into the void.

Then, it was exactly the same action, Mu Feng raised his foot, and hit Han Feilong's vest, with a muffled sound, Han Feilong fell in response, smashing down on a house like a meteorite, and the roar sounded, and the house instantly turned into a ruin, and there was a piece of dust.

"This ......" Everyone was stunned, an eight-tribulation monk, an eight-tribulation monk of the Sun Palace, was defeated so easily, although he was a little stronger than the previous people, and he shot twice, but it was just that, the result remained the same, and even, there was no real means to force out Mu Feng, just forced out an origin, the origin of death.

Mu Feng didn't look down, he still walked forward indifferently, and the aura and expression on his body did not change at all, but now, in the eyes of everyone below, his figure was much taller, like a god king patrolling, bowing his head to the people, and like a person who walked against the sky, fearless and irresistible.

At this time, the entire bustling city was silent, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at the figure in the sky, lonely and indifferent, and even thousands of thorns could not stop its footsteps.

"Men are in the world, and they should be like this...... To be like him, it is not in vain to practice this life!" In the silence, one person couldn't help but let out such an emotion.

A lifetime of practice, through countless hardships and obstacles, in order to reach the top, in order to be famous in the world, and even bow down to all beings, and now, they see a person, is ascending to the sky step by step, in the silent fame, in the invisible bow to the people, everyone is amazed, everyone admires, I wish I was the person in the sky, even if the time is short, even if it turns into ashes afterwards, I also feel that there is no resentment in this life.

The phrase "men in the world, they should be so ......" spread among the crowd, making all the men's eyes shine and their blood boiling, just because this is their pursuit, the pursuit of countless years.

Even the female cultivators in the city, their eyes were shining brilliantly, that woman didn't want her man to be famous in the world, so that the world admired, the man in front of her was like this, it was the wishful husband they dreamed of, and their hearts trembled.

Envy, admiration, or love, just because they are not the parties, just because they don't care who is in the air, but there are still people who care, and there are many people who care.