Wu Hairou looked at the old man outside the formation coldly and snorted: "You are just asking for your own death. If my father knew about it, he would definitely send someone to kill you!"
He knew that the city lord Zhou Shen was outside at the moment, and as long as she rushed in, she would definitely be saved, so he was not too nervous.
This old man looked like he was only at the early stage of the eighth level of Nirvana, and Zhou Shen was also a master at this level.
Therefore, the combat power on their side is much higher than that on the old man's side.
But I don’t know what is happening outside the basement at this moment. There are noisy sounds constantly. It seems that I am entangled, and even the white-armored soldiers have not come down.
Mu Feng stood not far away, watching all this with cold eyes. In any case, it sounded like this was a grudge between the royal family and had little to do with him.
The old man sneered, then looked outside the basement and said slowly: "Want to wait for reinforcements? What a pity, they can't come down!"
Sure enough, there might be an ambush outside, just in time to delay the City Lord and the others. Mu Feng thought to himself, it seems that the City Lord cannot be counted on to help in a short time.
Wu Hairou's expression was a little solemn at this moment. The spear in her hand stabbed the formation hard, but she could not break the formation at all.
"What exactly do you want? I don't believe that our royal family will hurt you for no reason." She asked.
But the old man sneered: "There are many things you don't know. Your royal family is a place where filth and evil are hidden. Do you know how many crimes your royal family members commit every year?"
"Countless! However, you are the controllers of Wuyang Divine Kingdom, so no one will trace you!"
Wu Hairou fell silent at this time, and she also knew a little bit about something. There were thousands of members of the royal family, and although most of them did not have formal positions, the title of royal member was enough to move freely in the Kingdom of God.
Therefore, what this old man said may be true.
"Han Fei, go kill that boy. I want to entertain our third princess well." The old man said coldly.
Han Fei nodded and walked directly towards Mu Feng. On the surface, Mu Feng was only in the middle stage of the sixth level of Nirvana, while Han Fei was already in the early stage of the seventh level of Nirvana.
The strength of the two of them is not on the same level at all.
Therefore, Han Fei's expression was very relaxed, with a cruel smile on his lips, and the tyrannical Saint Yuan was swirling around him, emitting extremely strong power fluctuations.
"Don't worry, you're not a member of the royal family. I won't torture you. I'll do it very quickly. It only takes a little pain and you'll be relieved."
He had a somewhat crazy look on his face and spoke as if he was comforting Mu Feng.
Suddenly, Han Fei, who was walking, started running wildly, and rushed in front of Mu Feng in the blink of an eye, then stretched out his hand and pinched Mu Feng's neck.
No one else paid attention to this unequal battle, and even Wu Hairou didn't show the slightest worry.
Mu Feng looked at the attacking Han Fei and shook his head helplessly. Golden light suddenly burst out from his body, and even his body grew by three points out of thin air.
Immortal hegemony, open!
At the same time, he also used secret techniques to imprint all the laws instantly, raising his strength to the limit. The old man was a master of the eighth level of Nirvana, and was at the same level as the killer who wanted to kill him before.
< br> So he had to be cautious.
He didn't take Han Fei seriously.
The old man thought that the unequal strength was due to Han Fei crushing Mu Feng. Wu Hairou was not worried because she knew that Mu Feng's strength crushed Han Fei.
Sure enough, the moment Mu Feng used his secret technique, clouds of mist formed under his feet, and his body suddenly disappeared from where he was.
Han Fei only felt his eyes blur, and his heart skipped a beat. Suddenly there was a strong wind behind him. But before he could even turn around, he suddenly felt a pair of big hands pressing on the top of his head!
"No……"
The holy energy in his body gathered in an instant, forming a defense in an attempt to block Mu Feng's attack. But he only had time to say a word when he suddenly felt a severe blow to his soul!
Shocking thorn!
The powerful sacred attack technique of the soul made him unable to stop him at all. The soul was greatly shaken, and even showed signs of collapse. The gathered holy yuan could no longer gather at all.
Mu Feng took this opportunity to grab Han Fei's head with one hand and slammed the cruel evil cultivator into the ground!
boom!
A deep pit appeared on the ground, and Han Fei's head was buried deep in the pit at this moment. His body twitched and then stopped moving.
At this time, Mu Feng's strength is equivalent to the seventh level of Nirvana, and he can easily defeat Han Fei. And with his soaring strength, it is not difficult to crush Han Fei's head with this blow.
However, in order to confirm his previous guess, he did not kill him.
Even the old man was startled at this moment. He slowly turned around, looked at Mu Feng carefully with his one eye, and said in surprise: "It seems that I really underestimated you. With such skills, why should I give it to the royal family?"
What about being a dog?”
He then turned to look at Wu Hairou, then slowly stretched out his hand, opened his palm, and a small flame appeared in his hand.
The flame was no bigger than a little finger, and it was beating slightly in the old man's palm. It seemed weak, but the moment the flame appeared, the temperature of the entire basement directly increased.
Mu Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at the flames with some horror. The terrifying temperature proved that this was definitely no ordinary flame.
The old man smiled coldly, opened his mouth and blew, and the flame immediately fell into the formation. The flame that originally seemed to be extinguished by blowing it, actually started burning after falling to the ground.
A circle of flames directly surrounded Wu Hairou in the middle, and slowly burned towards the middle.
Wu Hairou's forehead suddenly became hot and sweated, and she felt like she was being roasted on a fire. The space in this formation was not large, so it would not take long for the flames to burn her body.
In order to protect herself, she shouted low, and the spear in her hand immediately pierced forward, and the thick holy energy wrapped around the spear and struck out.
If it were an ordinary flame, this attack would be enough to extinguish the flame. But at this time, her attack was of no use to the flames.
"Hey, don't waste your efforts. This fire is a fire from heaven. You can't extinguish it at all. Just die in despair."
The old man sneered, and then turned to look at Mu Feng, his eyes full of curiosity.
Mu Feng saw that the flames were about to devour Wu Hairou, so he could only take action quickly. He shouted lowly, and the Qingxiao Sword behind him suddenly unsheathed and fell into his hand. Wu Hairou looked at the formation coldly
The old man outside snorted coldly: "You are just asking for your own death. If my father knew about it, he would definitely send someone to kill you!"
He knew that the city lord Zhou Shen was outside at the moment, and as long as she rushed in, she would definitely be saved, so he was not too nervous.
This old man looked like he was only at the early stage of the eighth level of Nirvana, and Zhou Shen was also a master at this level.
Therefore, the combat power on their side is much higher than that on the old man's side.
But I don’t know what is happening outside the basement at this moment. There are noisy sounds constantly. It seems that I am entangled, and even the white-armored soldiers have not come down.
Mu Feng stood not far away, watching all this with cold eyes. In any case, it sounded like this was a grudge between the royal family and had little to do with him.
The old man sneered, then looked outside the basement and said slowly: "Want to wait for reinforcements? What a pity, they can't come down!"
Sure enough, there might be an ambush outside, just in time to delay the City Lord and the others. Mu Feng thought to himself, it seems that the City Lord cannot be counted on to help in a short time.
Wu Hairou's expression was a little solemn at this moment. The spear in her hand stabbed the formation hard, but she could not break the formation at all.
"What exactly do you want? I don't believe that our royal family will hurt you for no reason." She asked.
But the old man sneered: "There are many things you don't know. Your royal family is a place where filth and evil are hidden. Do you know how many crimes your royal family members commit every year?"
"Countless! However, you are the controllers of Wuyang Divine Kingdom, so no one will trace you!"
Wu Hairou fell silent at this time, and she also knew a little bit about something. There were thousands of members of the royal family, and although most of them did not have formal positions, the title of royal member was enough to move freely in the Kingdom of God.
Therefore, what this old man said may be true.
"Han Fei, go kill that boy. I want to entertain our third princess well." The old man said coldly.
Han Fei nodded and walked directly towards Mu Feng. On the surface, Mu Feng was only in the middle stage of the sixth level of Nirvana, while Han Fei was already in the early stage of the seventh level of Nirvana.
The strength of the two of them is not on the same level at all.
Therefore, Han Fei's expression was very relaxed, with a cruel smile on his lips, and the tyrannical Saint Yuan was swirling around him, emitting extremely strong power fluctuations.
"Don't worry, you're not a member of the royal family. I won't torture you. I'll do it very quickly. It only takes a little pain and you'll be relieved."
He had a somewhat crazy look on his face and spoke as if he was comforting Mu Feng.
Suddenly, Han Fei, who was walking, started running wildly, and rushed in front of Mu Feng in the blink of an eye, then stretched out his hand and pinched Mu Feng's neck.
No one else paid attention to this unequal battle, and even Wu Hairou didn't show the slightest worry.
Mu Feng looked at the attacking Han Fei and shook his head helplessly. Golden light suddenly burst out from his body, and even his body grew by three points out of thin air.
Immortal hegemony, open!
At the same time, he also used secret techniques to imprint all the laws instantly, raising his strength to the limit. The old man was a master of the eighth level of Nirvana, and was at the same level as the killer who wanted to kill him before.
< br> So he had to be cautious.
He didn't take Han Fei seriously.
The old man thought that the unequal strength was due to Han Fei crushing Mu Feng. Wu Hairou was not worried because she knew that Mu Feng's strength crushed Han Fei.
Sure enough, the moment Mu Feng used his secret technique, clouds of mist formed under his feet, and his body suddenly disappeared from where he was.
Han Fei only felt his eyes blur, and his heart skipped a beat. Suddenly there was a strong wind behind him. But before he could even turn around, he suddenly felt a pair of big hands pressing on the top of his head!
"No……"
The holy energy in his body gathered in an instant, forming a defense in an attempt to block Mu Feng's attack. But he only had time to say a word when he suddenly felt a severe blow to his soul!
Shocking thorn!
The powerful sacred attack technique of the soul made him unable to stop him at all. The soul was greatly shaken, and even showed signs of collapse. The gathered holy yuan could no longer gather at all.
Mu Feng took this opportunity to grab Han Fei's head with one hand and slammed the cruel evil cultivator into the ground!
boom!
A deep pit appeared on the ground, and Han Fei's head was buried deep in the pit at this moment. His body twitched and then stopped moving.
At this time, Mu Feng's strength is equivalent to the seventh level of Nirvana, and he can easily defeat Han Fei. And with his soaring strength, it is not difficult to crush Han Fei's head with this blow.
However, in order to confirm his previous guess, he did not kill him.
Even the old man was startled at this moment. He slowly turned around, looked at Mu Feng carefully with his one eye, and said in surprise: "It seems that I really underestimated you. With such skills, why should I give it to the royal family?"
What about being a dog?”
He then turned to look at Wu Hairou, then slowly stretched out his hand, opened his palm, and a small flame appeared in his hand.
The flame was no bigger than a little finger, and it was beating slightly in the old man's palm. It seemed weak, but the moment the flame appeared, the temperature of the entire basement directly increased.
Mu Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at the flames with some horror. The terrifying temperature proved that this was definitely no ordinary flame.
The old man smiled coldly, opened his mouth and blew, and the flame immediately fell into the formation. The flame that originally seemed to be extinguished by blowing it, actually started burning after falling to the ground.
A circle of flames directly surrounded Wu Hairou in the middle, and slowly burned towards the middle.
Wu Hairou's forehead suddenly became hot and sweated, and she felt like she was being roasted on a fire. The space in this formation was not large, so it would not take long for the flames to burn her body.
In order to protect herself, she shouted low, and the spear in her hand immediately pierced forward, and the thick holy energy wrapped around the spear and struck out.
If it were an ordinary flame, this attack would be enough to extinguish the flame. But at this time, her attack was of no use to the flames.
"Hey, don't waste your efforts. This fire is a fire from heaven. You can't extinguish it at all. Just die in despair."
The old man sneered, and then turned to look at Mu Feng, his eyes full of curiosity.
Mu Feng saw that the flames were about to devour Wu Hairou, so he could only take action quickly. He shouted lowly, and the Qingxiao Sword behind him suddenly unsheathed and fell into his hand.