The big man was firmly suppressed by the Coffin Nail, but his realm was far beyond that of Mu Feng, so the Coffin Nail began to tremble slightly at this moment, as if he could no longer suppress him.
But the monk's soul was seriously injured at this moment and was on the verge of collapse. If he continued to forcefully use his power, he would only be asking for his own destruction.
At this moment, Wu Hairou stood up slowly on the table. She dragged her seriously injured body and walked over step by step. The holy energy surged in her hands, and her holy spear weapon appeared in her hands.
By the time she raised her spear, she was already at the side of the big man.
The big man also felt the murderous intention coming from behind him at this moment. He turned his head with difficulty, his eyes suddenly filled with panic.
"Don't kill me, don't...ah!"
A scream rang out, but it fell silent instantly. Wu Hairou stabbed the big man with a spear, accurately piercing the throat of the big man.
A monk at the eighth level of Nirvana died like this, without even making much noise. It can be seen that under the ninth level of Nirvana, Mu Feng's strength can be considered top-notch.
With a clang, the spear in Wu Hairou's hand fell to the ground. With a weak look, she took two quick steps and threw herself into Mu Feng's arms.
Tears of humiliation flowed out loudly at this moment.
The third princess of her royal family was actually being hunted down in her own palace, and was almost insulted by a big man. She was filled with fear.
If it weren't for Mu Feng, her innocence would be gone. Even if the prince failed, she would not have the dignity to live anymore.
Before Mu Feng could say a few words of comfort, she fainted.
"Alas." Mu Feng sighed and could only hug her up.
He didn't know whether it would be dangerous to return to the palace, and he didn't dare to leave Wu Hairou directly here, so he could only hold her and walk towards the palace.
But at this moment, the space in front of him became distorted, and a figure slowly appeared, looking like it was squeezed out of the space.
This man was wearing a thick black robe and a hood on his head. He looked very mysterious, and his body seemed to be covered with a layer of smoke, making it difficult for people to truly understand his realm.
But Mu Feng's intuition told him that the person in front of him was very dangerous!
He took two steps back, turned around and ran away. Nine cloud dragons appeared under his feet. They were very fast, like a line, and they could escape a distance of more than ten feet in an instant.
"The response is quite fast, but unfortunately, this speed is not enough!"
The man in black robe made a hoarse voice, and disappeared from the place in a flash. The next moment, he appeared in front of Mu Feng.
Mu Feng suddenly stopped, his face full of solemnity. It seemed that this powerful man in black robe was coming for him.
He slowly put Wu Hairou on the ground, and then walked more than ten steps in the other direction. The man in black robe's eyes remained on him without turning.
"Senior, don't you know if you have anything to do with me?"
"Is there something wrong? It's really ridiculous." There was a trace of anger in the voice of the man in black robe, "Mufeng, you have ruined my good deeds time and time again. Even if it is stipulated that I can't take action, I can't help it.
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When Mu Feng heard this, he quickly waved his hand and said, "Where do you start talking about this? I have never met senior before, let alone sabotaging senior."
"Yes, you don't know at all, but the more this happens, the angrier I get!" The man in black robe roared angrily, and the Saint Yuan around his body suddenly exploded.
Even the ground was instantly blasted into a big crater.
"What I want to do is to disrupt Wuyang Divine Kingdom, a lower kingdom. You first killed Zhou Shen and Yao Chong. Without my help, they would have died long ago."
"I was still thinking of using the two of them to disrupt this country, but I didn't start getting killed by you."
"After that, I helped the prince rebel. I thought the world would be in chaos, but at the last moment, you actually destroyed the formation."
"These two things were directly caused by you, and you still say it's none of your business? Mu Feng, even if I kill you ten times, I won't even feel relieved!"
Mu Feng was stunned at this moment. Although these two things were done by him, he never knew that behind these two things, it was actually controlled by this man in black robe.
The strength of this man in black robe has obviously exceeded the Nirvana level, and he may be a Samsara level master. Why would such a strong person bother a lower-level god? No one would have thought of it.
The man in black robe became more and more excited as he spoke, and after a while he calmed down. He said in a hoarse voice: "Mu Feng, my time has come, and I can't stay here any longer. And it's stipulated that I can't show up or take action.
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"But for you, I am willing to make an exception and kill you to relieve the hatred in my heart!"
As she said that, she directly raised her hand, and a ball of cyan Saint Yuan swirled around her palm, then turned into a spear and shot towards Mu Feng!
"The Holy Yuan transforms!"
Mu Feng's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Seeing the black-robed man's methods, he was sure that the black-robed man was a reincarnation-level powerhouse!
The essential difference between Samsara-level and Nirvana-level powerhouses is that they control the Holy Yuan. Samsara-level powerhouses can transform the Holy Yuan into anything. With the Holy Yuan in their bodies, they can transform into anything, weapons, armor, etc.
This requires the utmost control over the Holy Yuan.
Although Nirvana-level experts can also rely on holy magic to condense the holy energy into various shapes for attack, but in fact it is just a ball of heaven and earth energy, and more energy is actually spread out and wasted.
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At this time, the spear condensed by the Holy Yuan had already pierced in front of him. Although it looked a bit illusory, it was no different from a real spear. Even after the Holy Yuan was exhausted, it would not dissipate!
"Can't stop it!"
With just one glance, Mu Feng knew that he would never be able to block the blow, even if he tried his best. A fatal feeling suddenly surged into his heart.
But it was also at that moment that he remembered the "Wolf Bite" he had just obtained before. This sacred weapon sealed the bloodline of the ancient gods and demons, the Moon-Screaming Sirius, and its true strength was also very powerful.
Therefore, with a thought in his mind, a bit of Saint Yuan instantly poured into the Wolf Bite worn on his chest, and a shadow of the Howling Moon Wolf suddenly appeared in front of him, biting the spear in one bite.
Click!
Xiaoyue Sirius had a fierce look on his face, and bit off the spear with a fierce force with his mouth. The broken spear did not turn into energy again and dissipate, but shattered on the ground like a real spear.
The man in black robe was obviously stunned, and stretched out his hand again. The broken spear suddenly flew up, reunited, and flew back into his hand.
"This is... wolf bite? How can you have such a thing?"