Boom! In the hall of the spiritual craftsman’s spiritual tower.
An embarrassed figure flew around like a ball and hit the walls around the hall, causing terrifying and dense cracks and gullies to appear on the surrounding walls.
Nearly a hundred spiritual craftsmen were all huddled in the corner of the hall, looking at the scene in the hall with horror.
Ever since their spiritual fire was controlled by Mu Feng, they no longer dared to rush forward and fight Mu Feng.
Bang! Dong Xian fell heavily to the ground again, creating a huge hole.
The golden light shield on his body was dim and dull, as if it was about to disappear at any time.
"As expected of a Xuan-level high-level defensive spirit weapon, it's really strong!"
Mu Feng walked slowly forward, his right hand bluffed, and the ice flames condensed in front of him into a five-foot-long blue fire sword.
The blade of the blue fire sword was surrounded by a high-speed rotating snowstorm.
"Can you still block this sword?"
Mu Feng raised his right hand, and the snowstorm around the blade of the Blue Fire Sword suddenly became violent, and then he slashed it down hard.
"No... you can't kill me! I am the disciple of Tan Minghui, the master of the spiritual craftsman spiritual pagoda. If you kill me, you will offend the entire spiritual pagoda!"
Dong Xian screamed in horror, this sword was too terrifying.
The golden light shield covering his body had already exceeded its limit and could not stop the sword at all.
"It's just a spiritual pagoda, but you still don't take it seriously in my eyes!"
Mu Feng's eyes flashed coldly, and his right hand fell completely.
Stab! The blue fire sword fell from the sky, slashed down hard, and landed on Dong Xian.
The golden mask on Dong Xian's body was only supported for a moment before it shattered into countless light spots.
"This guy is really crazy. How dare he kill Master Dong Xian?"
Xuan Lin huddled in the corner and saw the blue fire sword standing on Dong Xian, feeling shocked and regretful.
"The thief is so brave!"
The moment the blue fire sword fell, a shocking shout came from outside the hall.
As the shouts fell, everyone saw a strange black wind sweeping in, appearing in front of the blue fire sword as if teleporting.
The strange black wind instantly enveloped the Blue Fire Sword, and actually tore the Blue Fire Sword into pieces.
"What is this black wind?
The fire sword formed by the ice flames was torn apart easily!"
Everyone was shocked and looked at Hei Feng who was blocking Dong Xian's face with fear.
Ice Flame is a mysterious-level super spiritual fire. Its power is higher than that of almost all mysterious-level spiritual fires, but it was actually broken like this.
"No, look! This black wind is burning. This is the tower master's black wind flame! The tower master is back!"
Inside and outside the hall, many spiritual craftsmen immediately recognized the Black Wind Spirit Fire, with ecstatic expressions on their faces.
"Heavenly Spiritual Fire!"
Mu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a wave of his sleeve, the ice flame returned to his palm.
At this moment, the aura of the ice flames was much weaker than before, and it was obviously that it was severely injured by the black wind flames.
Kick, kick, kick! The sound of crisp footsteps came from the door of the hall.
Mu Feng looked up and saw a thin old man with a serious face walking slowly into the hall.
"Meet the Tower Master!"
"Meet the Tower Master!"
"..." In the hall, all the spiritual craftsmen knelt down and worshiped the thin old man, their eyes showing reverence.
"It's over, it's over! Tianshi Tan is here, Brother Mu..." Gu Yiguang's face changed greatly, and he looked worriedly at the young man standing like a mountain in the center of the hall.
Mu Feng's display of strength and fire control skills completely impressed Gu Yiguang.
But even so, Gu Yiguang still didn't think that Mu Feng would have a chance of winning when facing Tan Minghui.
Tan Minghui, the well-deserved number one spiritual craftsman in the capital, is one of the three great heavenly masters in the capital.
No matter in terms of status or strength, he is a top-notch existence in the entire country, and even the royal family and nobles respect him.
There is a huge gap between Mu Feng and Tan Minghui. They are not on the same level at all.
Xuan Lin was huddled in the corner, his whole body trembling with excitement.
He knew that Mu Feng was doomed! That was Tan Minghui. The person standing at the top of the capital was something Mu Feng could not compete with.
Tan Minghui looked around, passing by the figures kneeling before him, and finally landed on Dong Xian, who was lying on his back in the pothole.
A cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes. At this moment, Dong Xian's body was charred black, his skin was severely burned, his breath was disordered, and his injuries were extremely serious.
"Master...Master! Please make the decision for me! This person not only wants to kill me, but also wants to destroy the spiritual pagoda. I must not let him go leniently!"
Dong Xian got up with difficulty and limped to Tan Minghui's side, accusing Mu Feng of his crimes with sinister eyes.
Tan Minghui nodded, looked directly at Mu Feng, and said coldly: "Young man, you have gone too far! Isn't the spiritual pagoda a place for you to run wild?"
Mu Feng said calmly: "I have no desire to be an enemy of your spiritual pagoda! Unfortunately, it was you, a good disciple, who forced me to take action!"
Tan Minghui frowned and said calmly: "Even if my disciple did something wrong, there is no need for you to hurt so many people in our spiritual pagoda! Don't you still know the crime?"
"It is true that like a teacher, like a disciple! Tan Minghui, my patience is limited. Today I will only take Dong Xian's life. If you kill Dong Xian, I will leave! If you stop me, I will kill you too!"
Mu Feng was extremely impatient. Originally, the matter didn't need to be such a big deal, but Dong Xian was too narrow-minded, which led to the current situation.
He was too lazy to explain to Tan Minghui anymore. Now, he just wanted to kill Dong Xian and leave immediately.
"Be brave! A heavenly master cannot be insulted. My master is one of the three great heavenly masters in the capital. Little beast, be careful what you say!"
Dong Xian hid behind Tan Minghui and shouted at Mu Feng, his eyes full of pride.
With Tan Minghui as his support, Dong Xian no longer took Mu Feng seriously.
Tan Minghui raised his right hand, and Dong Xian understood and immediately shut up.
"Young man, it seems that you still refuse to plead guilty! Then the old man will have no choice but to take action and capture you first!"
After Tan Minghui finished speaking, he pointed his right index finger forward a little, and the black wind flame suspended in front of him swished out, and a long fiery snake sprang out.
The fiery snake cut through the air, and there was a strong and strange wind sound, which made everyone in the hall cover their ears and look in pain.
What's more, his ears bleed, his eyes turned white, and he finally passed out.
Many people exited the hall one after another, looking fearfully at the black wind flames beside Tan Minghui.
"It is indeed a heaven-level spiritual fire. Just a wisp of flame can have such terrifying power!"
Master Yang Hong followed the flow of people out of the hall, his eyes full of horror.
This was the first time he saw Tan Minghui display the power of heavenly spiritual fire.
The black fire snake approached Mu Feng and instantly wrapped it around his body.
Mu Feng controlled the ice flames and covered his whole body, forming an airtight armor of ice and fire, blocking the further invasion of the black fire snake.
"Huh?
Your fire control skills are pretty good, no wonder Dong Xian's ice flames are easily subdued by you! But how long can you last like this?"
Tan Minghui let out a light sigh, and his eyes immediately became sharp.
Tan Minghui was seen making secrets with both hands and punched Mu Feng in front of him.
Crash! The Black Wind Flame suddenly became violent, turning into a terrifying black storm and sweeping towards Mu Feng.
"Hey! It's over!"
Master Yang Hong saw that Mu Feng was still struggling to resist the fire snake transformed by the black wind flames, and shook his head slightly and sighed.
Once the black storm transformed by the Black Nether Wind Flame completely falls on Mu Feng, Mu Feng will definitely die.
The power of Heavenly Level Spiritual Fire is enough to tear apart any Fate Wheel Realm warrior.
"Hehe! Little beast, this is the result of offending me! So what if you are stronger?
You are alone after all, and the entire spiritual tower stands behind me!"
Dong Xian's cold eyes were fixed on Mu Feng. If there weren't so many people around, he would have burst into laughter.
In full view of everyone, the black storm completely submerged Mu Feng's figure.
Everyone understood that the outcome of this battle was decided, and Mu Feng would inevitably die! Tan Minghui was as calm as water, neither sad nor happy, and he had never taken Mu Feng seriously.
In his eyes, Mu Feng was no different from an ant. All he had to do was release the heavenly spiritual fire, and even a ninth-level life wheel warrior would have to bow his head obediently.
What's more, what about Mu Feng, who is only at the fourth level of the Life Wheel?
"This farce ends here!"
Tan Minghui whispered, waved his sleeves, and when he was about to withdraw the Black Nether Wind Flame, his face suddenly froze.
Because, he discovered that the Black Nether Wind Flame did not obey his orders and was still spinning around where Mu Feng was.
What shocked Tan Minghui even more was that from deep within the black wind and flames, a faint voice of chanting could be heard.
At first, the chanting sound was very low, but then it became louder and louder, allowing him to hear clearly: "Use the heaven and the earth as the cauldron, the sun and the moon as the water and fire, yin and yang as the machine... Use the heart to refine the thoughts as the fire, and calm down the thoughts.