"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

Facing a field of charcoal.

Zhang Feng was stunned for five rounds, and the earth-shattering explosion lasted for half an hour, and every second was like thunder, lightning, thunder, flames, tumbling, earth and rocks flying.

A huge fire lit up half the sky.

Seeing that this hill was about to be ploughed, more than 200 water bodies stopped.

No way, I'm so cautious.

There is a good saying, cutting grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

Zhang Feng pondered, no matter how strange the methods of the Demon Gate are, why do you want to split it into ashes and it's over, no matter what kind of divine consciousness you have, all of them are split into charcoal, can you still get up?

Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

"I guess I'm dead. A water body asked with a frown.

"Almost. ”

"I think I should do it again just in case. ”

"Okay, listen to me, fire!"

"Boom!"

And the other side.

Yue Wumeng was walking on the mountain road, and whispered to Zhang Feng: "Then once Meng Changqing goes back, ......"

But that's not the end of the story.

A violent explosion sound came from afar, deafening, and the huge spiritual power fluctuations made people's scalps tingle even if they were hundreds of miles away, and the violent air flow directly blew Liu Ming, who was not standing firm, more than a dozen feet away......

After more than half an hour, wait until the explosions have cleared.

Zhang Feng looked at Yue Wumeng curiously: "What did you just say?"

Yue Wumeng looked at the firelight in the distance, then at Zhang Feng, let go of the trunk of the tree he was holding, spit out a mouthful of dirt, and said with his messy hair on his head: "It's okay." ”

This is obviously the sound of an explosion coming from the direction where Meng Changqing fled!

Yue Wumeng couldn't imagine what happened to Meng Changqing.

What a bombardment of spells it had to be.

This is obviously Zhang Feng's doing, and he directly blew Meng Changqing to death!

At this moment, looking at Zhang Feng, Yue Wumeng's heart was extremely complicated...... The revenge action that he endured humiliation and took as his lifelong dream had not yet begun, and the enemy was gone......

It made him a little unresponsive.

As for Zhang Feng, Meng Changqing is still not cautious enough.

Meng Changqing thought about turning around and sneaking up on Zhang Feng halfway, and caught Zhang Feng off guard.

Coincidentally, Zhang Feng thought the same way......

When the sky was dark, Yue Wumeng walked to the place where Meng Changqing died, and gasped immediately.

The whole mountain was blown up!!

The ground is charred, and the aroma of barbecue is still there.

This tragic battle scene directly scared Yue Wumeng!

"You did this?" Yue Wumeng looked at Zhang Feng with a frightened expression.

But the next moment, before Zhang Feng could speak, Yue Wumeng's face turned pale in an instant, and he pointed behind Zhang Feng and said, "Damn, reward and punish the ...... They're still alive!"

"Three hundred rewards and punishments are all there!"

"Wait, that's the Golden Mask...... Damn, Meng Changqing is still alive! This is an ambush! Run, I'll stop him for you!"

Yue Wumeng pushed Zhang Feng, no matter what, Zhang Feng could be regarded as saving him and helping him before, without Zhang Feng, Yue Wumeng would have died a long time ago.

Now that Yue Wumeng faced such an ambush, his first reaction was to let Zhang Feng escape, and he tried his best to see if he could die with Meng Changqing.

To be honest, Zhang Feng was moved by this silly white sweetness.

And under the frightened gaze of Yue Wumeng.

The messengers of reward and punishment took off their masks.

Is that...... Three hundred identical Zhang Feng.

Yue Wumeng's frightened expression instantly became strange, but the next moment he looked at Zhang Feng even more frightened......

It's really scary.

It's the same as the cloning technology of special science fiction movies.

"This ...... Are they all your brothers?" Yue Wumeng looked at Zhang Feng in horror, "Terrible, Lingtang Lingzun is really awesome......"

Zhang Feng: "......"

"I never expected that Zhang Feng was not a name, but an organization code...... I have only heard of seven gourd babies, but I have never heard of three hundred gourd babies, are you from a single vine?" Yue Wumeng's thinking became more and more deviant.

Zhang Feng interrupted helplessly, "Okay, don't guess, this is all my doppelganger." ”

"Doppelganger?" Yue Wumeng's tone was stunned, and he was extremely frightened after thinking carefully, "Three hundred, you are the king of the underground of the Demon Gate!"

Zhang Feng didn't bother to explain to Yue Wumeng, turned his head and took over Meng Changqing's storage bag, as well as the golden mask and helmsman robe that he had taken off, and handed it to Yue Wumeng.

"What are you?"

"Zhang Feng killed Meng Changqing, and you fought bloody battles with three hundred reward and punishment envoys, so that Zhang Feng escaped by luck. Zhang Feng said lightly: "If the tracking is fruitless, I can only return to the sect with the rudder master's relics and the captured talents." ”

"You let me say that after I go back?" Yue Wumeng was stunned again, "What about you?"

"I, I'm a genius who was captured!" Zhang Feng smiled.

Moon No Dream: "......"

At this moment, Yue Wumeng understood.

Zhang Feng is going to infiltrate the Demon Gate...... No wonder this Li Tieniu was very cooperative along the way.

No, it's not a sneak peek.

This is especially 300 rewards and punishments that make the trumpet control the demon gate!

"By the way, didn't you say that the people of the Spiritual Construction Department don't wear masks? This Meng Changqing is the Minister of the Spiritual Construction Department, why does he wear a mask?" Zhang Feng suddenly frowned.

Zhang Feng decided to support Yue Wumeng as the helmsman before, because the Spiritual Construction Department did not wear a mask, and his trumpet could not enter.

But now that I look at it, Meng Changqing is obviously wearing the golden mask unique to the helmsman.

If I knew this, I would have supported a fart and just let my trumpet replace Meng Changqing!

"Oh, yes. ”

Yue Wumeng replied without thinking, "Although Meng Changqing is the Minister of Spiritual Construction, he is also the helmsman and the commander of rewards and punishments. When he appears as the Commander of the Reward and Punishment Envoy and the Helmsman, he wears a mask. But inside the Demon Gate, he, as the head of the Spiritual Construction Department, does not wear a mask. ”

"Oh. Zhang Feng nodded, understood, and looked at Yue Wumeng: "Then Meng Changqing is dead now, after you go back, you should be able to be the helmsman, right?"

"Nine times out of ten. Yue Wumeng smiled, his eyes welling up with expectation, "I still have some influence at the grassroots level." Now that Meng Changqing is dead, Qinghe and I will no longer be in the way......"

Speaking of this, Yue Wumeng took a deep look at Zhang Feng.

"From now on, you will be my benefactor! Whatever you want me to do, just tell me!"

The words of Yue Wumeng come from the bottom of my heart.

Although Yue Wumeng is so simple that it is silly and sweet, it is really not stupid, and many things can be understood by thinking about it.

Otherwise, it is impossible to become a great Confucian.

Of course he knew that Zhang Feng must have other plans for killing Meng Changqing. Putting himself in the position is nothing more than wanting to secretly command the rudder with his own hand.

Is it because of love?

But now Yue Wumeng has regarded Zhang Feng as a benefactor. After these internal struggles, the honor and disgrace of the Demon Gate are no longer taken to Meng Changqing's heart, as long as he can be with Qinghe, it doesn't matter what happens.

To tell the truth, Yue Wumeng no longer believes in the dream of the Demon Gate.

These days, the changes and touches that Zhang Feng has brought to him make him feel that the world really shouldn't be unfair.

If it is said that the world is the same and all living beings are equal, then why did Meng Changqing, the helmsman of the Demon Gate, dare to take away his childhood sweetheart, and accept him as a disciple, to cultivate it into a Ding furnace, and even kill himself?

Fuck the world.

"The moon has no dreams, only the benefactor is fate!"

Thinking about all this, Yue Wumeng bowed respectfully to Zhang Feng again.

"Hmm. Zhang Feng nodded with satisfaction.

And at the next moment, Yue Wumeng was suddenly stunned.

He touched his cold scalp, then looked at Liu Qing and Liu Ming's dazzling bald heads, frowned, and said, "Wait, did you shave my hair?"

Previously, Zhang Feng was Li Tieniu in the eyes of Yue Wumeng, just a mediocre Qi refining period.

is such a weak chicken, it is impossible to let himself be inexplicably bald.

But now that he knows that Li Tieniu is Zhang Feng's disguised identity, Yue Wumeng seems to understand something......

My hair is dried by Zhang Feng!

"No, it's not me. Zhang Feng shook his head with a serious face, "Am I that kind of person?"

"Just kidding, I, Zhang Feng, am a peerless genius, but a Lizhou Qilinzi, how can I do such a dirty thing, how can I be interested in your hair?"

"Could it be that I, Zhang Feng, am also bald, and shaved your hair out of jealousy?

Zhang Feng is righteous.

Moon No Dream: "......"

Don't pretend, you did it!

"Well, don't worry about these little things. Zhang Feng patted Yue Wumeng's shoulder, "Go back and reunite with your Qinghe!

It's good that Zhang Feng didn't say this, as soon as Yue Wumeng heard this, his originally happy face suddenly burst into tears!

"Are you asking me to go to see my sister with this bald head?" Yue Wumeng pointed to his bald head with tears in her eyes, and said sadly: "Are you asking me to be a mirror for her?"

"How is it possible, you are a generation of Confucians, how can you be a mirror?!" Zhang Feng finished speaking, patting Yue Wumeng's head, "To the left, I'll take a haircut." ”

"Hey, don't say it, your head is really reflective. If I were a girl, I would definitely fall in love with your head and save money on the mirror. ”

Hearing this, Yue Wumeng had no love on his face.

Yue Wumeng thought he was a bedding, but he didn't expect it to suddenly become a daily necessities......

Zhang Feng let out a long sigh.

handed Yue Wumeng a wig.

Yue Wumeng looked at the wig blankly, and there was hope in her eyes again, but then she looked at Zhang Feng curiously: "Why do you wear a wig with you......?"

"Poof!"

Zhang Feng looked at Yue Wumeng expressionlessly, and the ethereal sword rested on his neck, "Come, you continue." ”

"Hehe, hehe, it's okay. Yue Wumeng awkwardly adjusted the angle of the wig.

Now that he knows that this Li Tieniu in front of him is Zhang Feng, and he has witnessed Zhang Feng's terrible with his own eyes, Yue Wumeng doesn't dare to follow Zhang Fengpi anymore......

"Why don't you say thank you?" Zhang Feng frowned.

Moon No Dream: "......"

Why do you want to say thank you yourself?

Is it so cruel?

Why do I wear a wig you don't know yet?

Thank you so much!