The guests in the gambling stall fell to the ground in an instant, and only the people from the Wutian organization were still standing.
Feng Mu used the Divine Hidden Technique to reach the back door guards. The two guards did not notice his arrival at all. They only felt the sound of wind in their ears, and one guard's neck was broken with a click.
Another guard was about to scream, but he saw a cold light flash in the darkness, directly across the guard's throat, and blood spurted out.
Feng Mu slowly emerged, looking at the shrouded gambling stall, feeling a little awe-inspiring. When he entered the gambling stall, he found that everyone here, except for the people from the Wutian organization, had fallen to the ground.
On the ground.
He understood that after entering the Yunxia Mire, Mu Feng's methods became even more unpredictable. Even if his current level was enough to crush Mu Feng, he was not sure of victory.
The people of the Wutian organization were still wondering when they suddenly saw someone breaking in, and everyone suddenly became murderous.
"I only heard that we Wutian went to kill other people, but we didn't expect that other people would come to kill us. Brothers, kill this kid!" Leng Hu's face was filled with anger.
But Feng Mu slowly showed a ferocious smile at this moment. A cold light flashed in his hand, and the Cloud-Piercing Sword appeared in his hand. The tyrannical Saint Yuan surged out, forming a whirlwind around his body!
He is clearly at the third level of the reincarnation realm!
Mu Feng had long seen that Feng Mu had hidden his strength, so he said before that Feng Mu would also have surprises for him. He guessed that when he conquered Meng Gui before, it would normally help him break through.
However, due to Xuanyin Wushui, he did not break through the realm, but this was equivalent to raising his upper limit, thus further improving Fengmu's realm.
The body of Fengmu was created by Xia Houshang with great effort and by gathering the evil energy of the entire Mie Wu battlefield. Mu Feng still doesn't know the upper limit of its strength.
But every time he improves his realm, it is equivalent to unlocking Feng Mu's strength, and he will also improve with him.
Therefore, Feng Mu's strength is the highest among the entire gambling gang. He is like a lone wolf, charging towards everyone with an arrogant and bloodthirsty smile!
Two monks immediately stepped forward to block Feng Mu. They were holding dark broad swords and their auras were as cold as poisonous snakes.
"Collapse Mountain Power!"
Feng Mu gave a low shout and punched out. The wind of the punch surged forward, sweeping like a tide. A monk who stopped him was punched in the chest and flew backwards with blood spurting out.
The cloud-piercing sword in his other hand flashed with cold light, and several wind blades whizzed out, striking another monk in the blink of an eye.
Two enemies were eliminated in an instant, allowing Leng Hu to His expression also became a little solemn. He saw that the people coming tonight were extraordinary, but he couldn't figure out how he offended them.
More evil cultivators rushed towards Feng Mu at this moment. There were hundreds of them. At this time, there was a steady stream of evil cultivators rushing in from the backyard.
The clerk in the gambling house seemed to have figured out Feng Mu's origin. At this moment, he quietly walked around Leng Hu and said, "Sir, this person looks familiar."
"Oh?" Leng Hu frowned, "Who is he and why is he here?"
The clerk thought for a while and said: "Three months ago, the commander asked us to kill a young monk. But then the young monk escaped and did not show up for three whole months. Do you still remember?"
"Hiss," Leng Hu took a breath. It was really rare to escape the attack and killing of their Wutian organization in Cuihua Divine City, so he was deeply impressed. "Is this the person?"
"That's right, it's him. I didn't expect him to come to the door!" The clerk nodded heavily.
"Hmph, it's just right to bring him here. Kill him so that you can give an explanation to the commander. We have never failed, and this time is no exception!" Leng Hu said in a deep voice.
Mu Feng and Feng Mu have the same appearance, but have different temperaments. These people have never met Mu Feng, so naturally they cannot recognize the difference between Mu Feng and Feng Mu.
Therefore, they mistook Feng Mu for Mu Feng, but they did not know Mu Feng's true identity. They only knew that he was an unknown soldier whom the commander Yin Buwei asked them to kill.
At this moment, a man also walked into the backyard, it was Mu Feng. He had a smile on his face, and he didn't seem to see the evil cultivators gathered in the backyard at all.
There are probably hundreds of evil cultivators in the Wutian organization among the gambling stalls, most of whom live in the backyard and live in seclusion on weekdays.
At this time, most of them had gone to the front to deal with Feng Mu, and there were only a dozen or so left in the backyard.
When they saw Mu Feng, they immediately pounced on him. The person coming in now must be the enemy!
But even when they rushed in front of him, Mu Feng still kept smiling and didn't even blink, as if he hadn't seen them at all.
Then, the evil cultivators swarmed up and chopped Mu Feng into pieces with their knives.
But the real Mu Feng was standing at the door right now, with a huge fish head beside him.
Customers in the gambling stall
The dozen or so evil cultivators in the backyard and the people were all affected by Menggui's dream-entrance technique. After becoming Mu Feng's life beast, Menggui received treatment he had never received before.
It can also enter the holy spring openly and drink the holy spring water without any scruples, and its strength will naturally increase rapidly. Its original state was that it fell after being chopped off by Feng Mu.
At this time, the dream ghost is already a god and demon of the fourth level of the reincarnation realm. It is very simple to drag these evil cultivators into the dream without any flaws.
At this time, Mu Feng slowly walked forward, stretched out his hand to hold the Qingxiao Sword behind his back, and the long sword was unsheathed with a clatter. He walked forward like a leisurely stroll, and began to harvest the lives of evil cultivators.
These evil cultivators were all trapped in a dream and could not detect Mu Feng's existence at all. They were just frantically attacking "Mufeng" in the illusion, so they were easily succeeded.
By the time Mu Feng walked through the backyard, more than a dozen evil cultivators had already fallen to the ground. Their throats were cut with a bright red wound, and the blood flowed into the ground, leaving dark red blood stains.
In the gambling stall, Feng Muzheng was killing with great pleasure. When Mu Feng created him, he would naturally be able to master all the sacred arts, secret arts, etc. that he knew at that time.
It's just that he can't practice the Hongmeng Tiandao Mind Technique at all. In addition to these two, Mu Feng's other holy techniques are also top-notch, so when used, he can kill everyone.
It's just that in addition to the tables, chairs and benches here, even the walls have a layer of water-like power covering them.
If other people's attacks hit the wall, there will be ripples in an instant, but the power will disappear without a trace, as if it was directly swallowed by the current.
If anything happens in the gambling house, Yin Buwei will definitely know about it. So he uses the power of the formation to protect the buildings here to ensure that there is no change at all from the outside.
Leng Hu saw that his number was constantly decreasing, and there were faint veins popping up on his forehead, and he clenched his fists suddenly!
"Damn guy, I'm going to deal with him!"
I saw him shout angrily, and the powerful force instantly shattered all the clothes on his body. Saint Yuan gathered in his hands and slowly merged into a bloody skull. It looked breathtaking and seemed to be emitting
There were bursts of wailing sounds.
Blood oozed from Leng Hu's body, but in an instant it turned into blood mist and merged into the skull. The color of the skull became increasingly scarlet, as if it was cast from blood!
The next moment, the skull struck Fengmu fiercely with lightning speed. The moment it touched Fengmu, Fengmu's The body seemed to shake a bit.
Then, the skull exploded with power like a volcano erupting, swallowing up the wind and wood in an instant, and shaking the earth in an instant!
Powerful power poured out in all directions, falling on the surrounding buildings. Even Mu Feng was shocked at this moment.
The power of the explosion almost exceeded the upper limit of the formation, so he suffered some backlash. However, Leng Hu was only a third-level monk in the Samsara Realm and could not destroy his formation.
Even the surrounding buildings are intact.
But Feng Mu's body seemed to have been blown into pieces by the Saint Yuan Light Ball, and only the remaining pieces of clothing slowly fell to the ground.
"Humph, vulnerable."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Leng Hu's lips. He was going to complete that big thing tomorrow, but he had lost so many people tonight, which made him feel very resentful.
When he saw Mu Feng still standing there, his eyes were full of cruelty: "Catch him, I'm going to torture him for how dare he come here to act wild!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, he only heard a "puff" sound, and the tip of the sword penetrated his chest, with his blood still remaining on the blade.
Leng Hu turned around with difficulty and saw Feng Mu standing behind him with an evil smile on his face. The long sword that pierced his body was also done by Feng Mu.
He couldn't understand. The attack just now had completely destroyed Fengmu. When did it come behind him?
Of course Leng Hu would not know the existence of Meng Gui, nor did he know that when he attacked, Meng Gui had already created an illusion, so that people could not tell the truth from the false.
Feng Mu's sword blade twisted, and the huge Holy Yuan rushed into Leng Hu's body along the long sword like a tide, crushing all the internal organs in Leng Hu's body.
No matter how powerful the doctor is, there is nothing he can do to save his life at this time.
Leng Hu staggered forward two steps, knelt on the ground, and then collapsed. The eyes of the remaining evil cultivators all widened, and their breathing stopped for a moment.
Except for Yin Buwei, their leader here is Leng Hu, who is also the strongest among them. Now that Leng Hu is dead, it is like a heavy blow in their hearts.
Fear began to spread rapidly in the hearts of these evil cultivators. They screamed and wanted to escape from here, but this place has been isolated by the formation.
Even the sound cannot be transmitted.
The evil cultivators of the Wutian organization never imagined that they would be killed on their own territory.