The sharp whistling sound, like a rolling wave, instantly hit the depths of Mu Feng's mind, giving him a splitting headache and causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Hmph! Control me!"
Mu Feng shouted loudly, and a huge amount of mental power, like mountains, pressed on Lei Xin, completely suppressing Lei Xin.
At the same time, he focused his attention on peeling off the flames on Lei Xin's surface inch by inch.
This process took Mu Feng a full three hours before he could completely separate Feng Huo from Lei Xin.
In the Hanlong Jade Box, after the golden flame covering the surface of the thunder heart was completely peeled off, countless thunder slurries flowed into the thunder heart, which became sluggish and the beating frequency became dull and slow.
Wow!
The blazing golden flames rushed out of the jade box and surrounded Mu Feng, constantly jumping and jumping like a child playing happily.
Hiss!
Mu Feng closed the jade box and noticed that the three major formations surrounding him were shaking violently, as if they could not withstand the pressure of the golden flames.
After all, the beacon fire is part of the beacon fire thunder heart. Even if it is incomplete, its power is still comparable to the king-level high-level spiritual fire.
After putting away the beacon, Mu Feng was about to continue practicing when the jade message slip placed in his arms suddenly lit up.
Mu Feng's eyes flickered. The message slip was a means of communication between him and Yan Yuhuan. Now that it was lit up, it seemed that Yan Yuhuan had replied to his message.
Taking out the jade slip of summons, there are only a few words on it:
"Are you dead? Not dead. Come to Hanjiang Temple quickly. I'll be waiting here!"
After reading it, Mu Feng's head was full of black lines and he almost cursed, but he finally held back!
"This old guy seems to know about my decisive battle with Zong Ming!"
Mu Feng knew that it was obviously not a coincidence that Yan Yuhuan chose Hanjiang Temple as the meeting place.
"When I was running for my life, this old guy probably read the message I sent him. I saw it, but he pretended not to see it! What a cunning old guy!"
Mu Feng put away the Jade Talisman for Messaging. Although he was quite dissatisfied with Yan Yuhuan's unreliability, he also knew that the latter had done his best to give him three King Wu Pills.
Mu Feng thought for a while and decided to go to Hanjiang Temple to meet Yan Yuhuan.
He knew that Yan Yuhuan would not send him a message casually. Now that he has sent a message, he must have found a new Huang Longyu.
Sending a message is a hint to him to seek treatment.
"The old guy is very efficient! He found the second Huanglong Jade so quickly!"
Mu Feng thought to himself, untied the spiritual array in the courtyard, and walked out of the courtyard.
Zong Guanyu and Zong Xueling were both shocked when they learned that Mu Feng was going to Hanjiang Temple.
There were still five days left for the fight with Zong Ming, but Mu Feng actually left so early.
Mu Feng randomly found an excuse to excuse himself, and declined Zong Xueling's request to go with him.
He didn't want any third party to know about his meeting with Yan Yuhuan. Besides, Zong Xueling was going there, and Mu Feng didn't know how to arrange it for her.
In the end, Zong Guanyu prepared a carriage for Mu Feng and an experienced coachman, and personally sent Mu Feng out of the Zong family.
Zong Xueling curled her lips and watched the carriage leave with aggrieved eyes.
Ever since she had a heart-to-heart talk with Mu Feng last night, even she didn't expect that she had subconsciously cared about Mu Feng.
If she didn't care about Mu Feng, she wouldn't have proposed to go to Hanjiang Temple with Mu Feng, and she wouldn't have felt aggrieved after being rejected by Mu Feng.
Hanjiang Temple is located outside the south gate of the royal capital, thousands of miles away.
Hanjiang River is the largest and broadest river in the Jinyan Kingdom. It starts from Beimang Mountain and runs from the north to
It runs south, passing through the capital of Jinyan and major cities, and finally ends in the southern sea.
Hanjiang Temple is built on a large island in the middle of the Hanjiang River in the middle and upper reaches.
Pilgrims who come to worship Buddha basically need to take a special Buddha boat from Hanjiang Temple to enter the island.
Of course, among the many pilgrims, there were naturally many powerful martial arts cultivators, but they did not dare to fly in the air and land on the island.
It is disrespectful to land on the island like this, and it is suspected that there is a mysterious King Wu in Hanjiang Temple.
Once upon a time, there was a heinous criminal who was half-step Martial King. He came to Hanjiang Temple to burn, kill and loot.
But since entering Hanjiang Temple, this heinous criminal has never come out again and disappeared without a trace.
From then on, no one dared to offend Hanjiang Temple at will.
Many martial artists have speculated that there may be a mysterious Martial King in Hanjiang Temple. Otherwise, how could they easily subdue the Half-Step Martial King?
When Mu Feng arrived at the bank of Hanjiang River, the sky was already dark.
I saw that the riverside was deserted, with only a few people holding lanterns, waiting for the boat from Hanjiang Temple to pick them up.
"You go back first!"
Mu Feng got out of the carriage, sent the driver away, and then walked towards the pier in front where pilgrims gathered.
When he walked to the pier, Mu Feng realized that the Hanjiang River really lived up to its reputation.
This river is turbulent and flows very fast, but above the river surface, rolling cold air sweeps across, lingering like clouds and mist on the river surface.
Above the cold air, the waning moon is setting in the west, the stars are dim, and the sad crow of the crow can be heard faintly, making people cry.
Boom!
Suddenly, a distant bell sounded from across the Hanjiang River, breaking the silence around him.
Mu Feng raised his eyes and saw the faint shadow of a awning boat appearing in his eyes in the cold air ahead. At the stern of the awning boat, an old man wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat came gently paddling the oar.
"The moon is setting, crows are crowing, and the sky is covered with frost. Jiang Feng is fishing with fire against Chou Mian! Haha, the guests are here today, so the little old man has nothing to worry about!"
The black-topped boat seemed to be slow but was actually very fast, ignoring the rapids of the river and heading straight towards it. The old man at the stern of the boat laughed cheerfully.
"Mr. Yan is so elegant!"
Mu Feng smiled slightly and cupped his hands in front of the boat.
As the black-topped boat docked, the old man in coir raincoat raised his head, revealing his sharp eyes under his bamboo hat, and made a gesture of invitation to Mu Feng.
"Little friend Mu! I have been waiting for you for a long time. Please come on board!"
Mu Feng nodded, stepped on the ball of his foot, and landed firmly on the bow of the ship.
When Mu Feng stepped into the awning boat, a handsome young man at the dock was about to step into the boat with a beautiful maid, but he was pushed back by an invisible force.
"You two! You are not qualified to ride on this ship. Go back!" the old man in coir raincoat said calmly.
"You are so brave! I am a descendant of the Gu family, and I came to Hanjiang Temple to worship Buddha. You actually didn't let me get on the boat?"
The handsome young man with red lips and white teeth was stunned for a moment, then his face turned red with anger and he yelled at the old man in the raincoat.
"The next boat from Hanjiang Temple will arrive soon! Don't be in a hurry!" the old man in coir raincoat said unkindly.
"Mr. Yan! Anyway, your ship has a lot of places, so give them a lift along the way!" Mu Feng said calmly.
The old man in coir raincoat snorted coldly and said: "Since you opened your mouth, I will give you this face! Come up here!"
"Thank you so much, young master!" The handsome young master saluted Mu Feng and quickly stepped onto the awning boat with his maid.
On the pier, there were a few people who also wanted to get on the boat. The old man in coir raincoat pressed the oar, and the black-topped boat left the pier like an arrow from the string and rushed into the depths of the Han River.