"My little girl doesn't dare, sir, please come with me!"
Meiji's delicate body trembled and she said something softly. She looked at Zilong with fear and then looked at Mu Feng.
Mu Feng glanced at Zilong, who nodded, and then Mu Feng said: "You can lead the way, this quasi-sacred realm currently has no obstacles for you."
Hearing this, Meiji started to lead the way, and as Mu Feng said, the quasi-sacred realm that blocked her way at first did not stop her anymore.
Mu Feng and Zilong followed Mei Ji towards the depths of Yin Yang Villa, and soon came to a dormitory.
This dormitory is very hidden. It is located in the deepest part of the villa, surrounded by mountains on three sides. The entrance is even narrower and has some advanced concealment formation.
Meiji skillfully took out a formation flag and opened the formation at the entrance. The three of them successfully arrived at the dormitory.
The dormitory hall is tall and grand, luxurious and magnificent, and the beautiful and melodious sound of silk and bamboo is constantly heard from inside.
Mu Feng's consciousness swept in casually, and he sneered in his heart.
In the dormitory, he saw a large number of beautiful maids, and these maids were very revealingly dressed.
It seems that Yang Xingyuan still enjoys himself a lot, and he actually built such a large bedroom in the villa for him to hide his beauty in a golden room.
"Where's Yang Xingyuan?"
Mu Feng turned to stare at Mei Ji, and his voice became very cold.
His spiritual consciousness just scanned and did not find any clues about Yang Xingyuan in this dormitory.
Obviously, this Meiji was sincerely deceiving him.
Mei Ji quickly said: "There is a secret room in this dormitory. The last time the owner of the village returned from a serious injury, he directly entered that secret room!"
"Then lead the way!"
Mu Feng nodded and said expressionlessly.
Meiji's legs were trembling, but she still led the way obediently, although her walking posture was a bit slow.
Soon, Meiji stopped at a small golden bed deep in the dormitory and said: "Sir, the secret passage of the secret room is hidden behind this small golden bed. However, how to open this secret room has always been the owner of the village.
Master, so..." Mu Feng didn't say anything, but walked behind the small golden bed and observed it carefully, and sure enough he found very hidden formation fluctuations in it.
This formation is very advanced and should have reached the level of the top imperial formation. It is impossible for him to break through it now with brute force.
"Zilong, it's up to you!"
Mu Feng turned around and decisively asked Zilong for help.
Zilong nodded, opened the five claws of his right hand, and clasped it on the small golden bed. The surging force exploded, and the small golden bed exploded.
Along with the explosion, there was also a hidden restriction behind the little golden bed, and then after the restriction was blown open, a secret passage appeared.
Mu Feng's eyes lit up and he asked Zilong to walk in front, while he followed closely behind.
Soon, the two reached the depths of the secret room, which was decorated with antique colors, luxury and elegance.
The most eye-catching thing is the pitch black altar standing in the center of the stone chamber.
Mu Feng keenly felt that the faint aura emanating from the black altar was full of evil, weird, and even made him feel inexplicably familiar.
In the shadow in front of the black altar, there was a figure sitting cross-legged. Because it was hidden in the shadow, Mu Feng could not see its specific appearance.
But it can be seen from his figure that this person is Yang Xingyuan.
"Yang Xingyuan, now you have no way to escape, I advise you to surrender obediently!"
Mu Feng stared at the figure in the shadow and said in a deep voice.
While talking, Mu Feng consciously hid behind Zilong.
After all, Yang Xingyuan is a quasi-sage, and with Mu Feng's own strength, the gap between him and him is not small.
If Yang Xingyuan suddenly launches an attack and targets him directly, Mu Feng thinks he has no power to resist unless he uses the law branding method.
However, Yang Xingyuan in the shadow said nothing, and the entire stone room was even more eerily quiet.
"Um?
There’s something weird!”
Zilong frowned slightly, strode across the black altar, came to the shadow, and directly grabbed Yang Xingyuan with his right hand.
Then, what shocked him was that Yang Xingyuan in the shadow had no resistance and was directly lifted into his hand.
"This... is dead..." Zilong held Yang Xingyuan in his hands, his face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but turn to look at Mu Feng.
At this moment, Mu Feng also saw Yang Xingyuan's face clearly, and his expression changed drastically.
I saw that Yang Xingyuan had no breath at all, and his whole body was dead. Especially his cheeks were bloody, and his entire face had been peeled off.
Moreover, Yang Xingyuan, who was originally tall and strong, was now skin and bones, like a lifeless mummy.
"what happened?
How could Yang Xingyuan die so mysteriously?
Who killed it?"
Mu Feng quickly calmed down and fell into deep thought.
Zilong, on the other hand, threw Yang Xingyuan's body on the ground without any care, and said rather unhappily: "I really didn't expect that Yang Xingyuan would die like this. I wanted to settle the score with him, but it's really boring."
Mu Feng ignored Zilong's complaints, but focused his gaze on the black altar in the center, silently feeling the remaining aura on the altar.
"This is...the aura of the Nether Clan!"
Mu Feng's pupils shrank, and he immediately discovered that the strange aura remaining on the black altar was exactly the same as the aura he had on Mu Qingcang and You Ran.
In other words, the Nether clan was the one who built the black altar, and the Nether clan was also the one who killed Yang Xingyuan.
So who is it?
Mu Qingcang or Youran?
Soon, Mu Feng rejected these two people.
This black altar was obviously built here a long time ago. Mu Qingcang has not yet risen, and it is missing now. It must have nothing to do with Mu Qingcang.
And You Ran is even more impossible. He has been staying in the secret territory of the Three Holy Mountains. How could he come out and build this black altar here?
These two people are the only clues that Mu Feng knows about the Nether Clan. If it is not these two people, it means that there is a third Nether Clan on this continent, and he is unaware of it.
At this time, Mu Feng discovered that the black lines on the surface of the black altar began to flow and flicker. The evil and weird aura became stronger and stronger, and the oppressive force became stronger and stronger.
"Human, I finally found you, return the origin of the Three Sacred Mountains to me!"
At the moment when the black lines flowed, an evil and cold voice came from deep inside the altar, which also contained the ecstasy of finding Mu Feng.
But Mu Feng's expression changed. This voice was familiar to him. It was the same voice that he had met in the secret realm of the Three Sacred Mountains.
This is an existence at the Holy Lord level, and a peerless powerhouse that suppresses the Three Holy Kings.
At first, Mu Feng managed to escape You Ran, but he didn't expect that he would encounter this guy again today by some strange combination of circumstances.
Whoosh! The black lines on the surface of the black altar flashed quickly, and then turned into a big black hand, grabbing at Mu Feng.
Zilong's expression changed drastically, and he rushed over and stood in front of Mu Feng.
Pfft! Unfortunately, as soon as the purple dragon made contact with the big black hand, he couldn't withstand the offensive of the big black hand and flew backwards, vomiting blood, and immediately passed out.