"Hmph, you can't even get the Evil Killing Knife, you're just useless, and so are you guys!"
Wang Qi showed displeasure on his face and was very angry in his heart. He scolded the blue robes in front of him as if he were lecturing his sons. These blue robes did not dare to breathe at all.
He left this matter to Chi Yuan and others because he was afraid of accidents, but in the end, instead of getting the killing sword, they suffered heavy losses.
"It seems that the evil-killing knife has fallen into Mu Feng's hands. We must get rid of him as soon as possible!"
After saying that, a light flashed under his feet and disappeared, leaving only a scorched black mark on the ground.
After Wang Qi left, the blue-robed monks finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Master Wang Qi is still so strict. I don't even dare to breathe loudly in front of him."
A man in blue robe said with emotion.
Another person said: "I heard that Lord Wang Qi was a powerful disciple in ancient times, but he betrayed the master in the end and stole many things from that powerful person, and he is still alive today."
"No wonder, Lord Wang Qi is able to create escape artifacts such as the Taixu Holy Talisman. He is also extremely proficient in formations and restraints. He turns out to be the disciple of a powerful person." Someone else said with emotion.
"But this is just a legend. Some people say that Master Wang Qi is not from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, but an outsider from outside."
Another man in blue robe said mysteriously.
However, they didn't know whether it was true or not, and Wang Qi couldn't tell them, so after discussing it, they left the place and hid it.
At this time, Mu Feng came to an island. Almost no humans lived on the islands here, and this island was no exception.
In half a year, he destroyed several secret branches of the Wutian organization. Tens of thousands of Wutian red-robed people died in his hands, and even dozens of blue-robed people were killed by him.
However, he found that those branch halls that he had not found yet had begun to move. He failed several times in succession, so he understood that the Wutian Organization had been hidden and it would be extremely difficult to find them again.
"But they must have suffered heavy losses this time. It's not worthwhile for me to come here."
Mu Feng stood on the island, looking at the clear sky and couldn't help but smile.
"It's been more than a year. I wonder how Luo Tong and the others are doing now. Speaking of which, I still owe a lot of people for their elixirs."
In order to collect various spiritual materials, he made elixirs for others. However, in order to avenge Achim, he came to the Sea of Destruction. A year passed in a flash, and there were still many people who received rewards but did not give any. People refine elixirs.
"You must make up for it when you go back."
Mu Feng smiled, then took out a spar and poured a trace of holy energy into the spar. The spar immediately shone brightly and projected a map.
"Xuanhao Island...since we've come to the Jueming Sea, let's go and have a look."
When he got this inheritance crystal, he knew that there was the spiritual material he needed on Xuanhao Island: the Light of Starlight. This is an indispensable main material for refining the Hundred Refining Xuanyuan Dan, so he must go to Xuanhao Island.
"There is an ancient demon on the island? What does this ancient demon look like?"
Mu Feng frowned. He learned from Kafu that the ancient demon existed and that it was on Xuanhao Island, which might hinder his search for the Starlight.
"No matter what, I have to go and take a look."
After resting for a while, Mu Feng continued on his way, flying towards Xuanhao Island according to the direction recorded on the map.
At this time, on an island on the Dead Sea, an old man with human appearance but two horns on his head suddenly opened his eyes, and then quickly called someone over.
If you look at it from the air, you can see that they live in a vast forest and have built a huge tribe. Every tree in the forest is several feet long in diameter and is extremely huge.
And these human-like demons live in this jungle.
Not long after, a huge copper bell sounded in the jungle, and the sound waves echoed in the jungle.
It was a big golden bell, ten feet high and five feet wide, like a tall building, hanging on a huge tree. The surface of the bronze bell was covered with vines.
But when the big bell rang, all the entangled vines were shattered and turned into debris and fell down.
Everyone knows that the golden bell will only be rung when it is very serious or when facing genocide, and the golden bell has not been rung for millions of years.
So these people rushed towards the tribe one after another, using the fastest speed in their lives.
But in just half a day, all the tribesmen who were outside came back, totaling tens of thousands of people.
"High Priest, what happened? The golden bell rang."
A sturdy man wearing an animal skin came forward and asked respectfully.
The old man raised his head, his face like a dead tree trembling slightly, and his cloudy eyes were rarely excited.
"The people who save us are coming soon!"
Everyone was stunned when they heard the news.
For them, this news was like a bolt from the blue.
I don't know how long ago, their ancestors were driven to this place, and a powerful formation was used to restrict them, trapping them here and unable to leave forever.
This is an island. Everyone knows this, but they cannot leave the island and can only be trapped here.
But in their history, there is a legend that a human being will come to this island, and that person is the chosen one who can help them leave the island!
They all believed in this legend and believed that one day that human being would come here. However, they had been waiting for countless years and did not know how many more years they would have to wait.
The high priest felt something in his heart, and spent his life calculating the secrets. Only then did he finally vaguely know that the chosen one was coming, and then he rang the golden bell. "Humph, you can't even get the evil-killing knife, it's just a waste." , you are all the same!"
Wang Qi showed displeasure on his face and was very angry in his heart. He scolded the blue robes in front of him as if he were lecturing his sons. These blue robes did not dare to breathe at all.
He left this matter to Chi Yuan and others because he was afraid of accidents, but in the end, instead of getting the killing sword, they suffered heavy losses.
"It seems that the evil-killing knife has fallen into Mu Feng's hands. We must get rid of him as soon as possible!"
After saying that, a light flashed under his feet and disappeared, leaving only a scorched black mark on the ground.
After Wang Qi left, the blue-robed monks finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Master Wang Qi is still so strict. I don't even dare to breathe loudly in front of him."
A man in blue robe said with emotion.
Another person said: "I heard that Lord Wang Qi was a powerful disciple in ancient times, but he betrayed the master in the end and stole many things from that powerful person, and he is still alive today."
"No wonder, Lord Wang Qi is able to create escape artifacts such as the Taixu Holy Talisman. He is also extremely proficient in formations and restraints. He turns out to be the disciple of a powerful person." Someone else said with emotion.
"But this is just a legend. Some people say that Master Wang Qi is not from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, but an outsider from outside."
Another man in blue robe said mysteriously.
However, they didn't know whether it was true or not, and Wang Qi couldn't tell them, so after discussing it, they left the place and hid it.
At this time, Mu Feng came to an island. Almost no humans lived on the islands here, and this island was no exception.
In half a year, he destroyed several secret branches of the Wutian organization. Tens of thousands of Wutian red-robed people died in his hands, and even dozens of blue-robed people were killed by him.
However, he found that those branch halls that he had not found yet had begun to move. He failed several times in succession, so he understood that the Wutian Organization had been hidden and it would be extremely difficult to find them again.
"But they must have suffered heavy losses this time. It's not worthwhile for me to come here."
Mu Feng stood on the island, looking at the clear sky and couldn't help but smile.
"It's been more than a year. I wonder how Luo Tong and the others are doing now. Speaking of which, I still owe a lot of people for their elixirs."
In order to collect various spiritual materials, he made elixirs for others. However, in order to avenge Achim, he came to the Sea of Destruction. A year passed in a flash, and there were still many people who received rewards but did not give any. People refine elixirs.
"You must make up for it when you go back."
Mu Feng smiled, then took out a spar and poured a trace of holy energy into the spar. The spar immediately shone brightly and projected a map.
"Xuanhao Island...since we've come to the Jueming Sea, let's go and have a look."
When he got this inheritance crystal, he knew that there was the spiritual material he needed on Xuanhao Island: the Light of Starlight. This is an indispensable main material for refining the Hundred Refining Xuanyuan Dan, so he must go to Xuanhao Island.
"There is an ancient demon on the island? What does this ancient demon look like?"
Mu Feng frowned. He learned from Kafu that the ancient demon existed and that it was on Xuanhao Island, which might hinder his search for the Starlight.
"No matter what, I have to go and take a look."
After resting for a while, Mu Feng continued on his way, flying towards Xuanhao Island according to the direction recorded on the map.
At this time, on an island on the Dead Sea, an old man with human appearance but two horns on his head suddenly opened his eyes, and then quickly called someone over.
If you look at it from the air, you can see that they live in a vast forest and have built a huge tribe. Every tree in the forest is several feet long in diameter and is extremely huge.
And these human-like demons live in this jungle.
Not long after, a huge copper bell sounded in the jungle, and the sound waves echoed in the jungle.
It was a big golden bell, ten feet high and five feet wide, like a tall building, hanging on a huge tree. The surface of the bronze bell was covered with vines.
But when the big bell rang, all the entangled vines were shattered and turned into debris and fell down.
Everyone knows that the golden bell will only be rung when it is very serious or when facing genocide, and the golden bell has not been rung for millions of years.
So these people rushed towards the tribe one after another, using the fastest speed in their lives.
But in just half a day, all the tribesmen who were outside came back, totaling tens of thousands of people.
"High Priest, what happened? The golden bell rang."
A sturdy man wearing an animal skin came forward and asked respectfully.
The old man raised his head, his face like a dead tree trembling slightly, and his cloudy eyes were rarely excited.
"The people who save us are coming soon!"
Everyone was stunned when they heard the news.
For them, this news was like a bolt from the blue.
I don't know how long ago, their ancestors were driven to this place, and a powerful formation was used to restrict them, trapping them here and unable to leave forever.
This is an island. Everyone knows this, but they cannot leave the island and can only be trapped here.
But in their history, there is a legend that a human being will come to this island, and that person is the chosen one who can help them leave the island!
They all believed in this legend and believed that one day that human being would come here. However, they had been waiting for countless years and did not know how many more years they would have to wait.
The high priest felt something in his heart and spent his life calculating the secrets. Only then did he finally vaguely know that the chosen one was coming, and only then did people ring the golden bell.