Feng Ling urged: "Feng Shi, immediately, only Mucheng left behind, and the rest of the people were useless."

There were not many people paying attention to this noise in this noisy sound, but Mu Chen noticed it.

"What does it mean? Only Kiki Castle is left?"

So, they want to capture Mucheng, so wasn’t Mucheng sent by them?

When Mu Chen told the people around him that this guess, no one believed it.

"You still believe him? This bastard is what we are in now!"

"Yes, we should have lived well, all of Mucheng, since he came, we encountered such a disaster."

Feng Shi, who was rising from the wind in the sky, heard some voices, and he mocked: "Mucheng? Internal strife? Hahaha, interesting. It turns out that this is the reason for him being tied up, hahaha, it's refreshing! It's refreshing! The Mushen Village you are guarding with your life does not treat you as your own person at all."

Feng Shisha’s large-scale Feng Shisha, after fully accumulating, began to change qualitatively from the inside, and the big strangle slowly took shape and rushed towards the seed troops.

"Die, a low race!"

Mu Chen subconsciously turned his head to Xu Kongcheng and shouted: "Mucheng! Save us!"

He didn't know what identification or conspiracy. He only knew that the last time Mucheng turned the tide and saved them, and he was more willing to believe that Mucheng was from Mushen Village.

The elders were also entangled, and the ten sacred trees were resisting together. The breakout troops were unable to protect themselves, and everyone was unable to take care of themselves.

Mu Chen shouted desperately again: "Mucheng! Save us quickly!"

In front of the great strangle, Xu Kongcheng suddenly appeared, and when everyone was hopeless, his figure appeared.

Xu Kongcheng threw out the small amount of the remaining bottle of Wood God's power. A wood skill that seemed to be particularly powerful was forming, but the Wood God's power was too little and he had not even made a prototype.

Mu Chen threw out his power of the Wood God without hesitation. He turned around and yelled at Xu Kongcheng's companion who was staring at him: "What are you waiting for?"

They didn't expect that they treated Xu Kongcheng like this and finally gave them hope that the person who stood in front of them was still him, just like half a month ago, still full of light that could not be seen directly.

This roar hit their thinking and brought them back to reality.

Mu Bian was the first to react. He used all his strength to throw his Wood God's power over: "Hurry up, what are you waiting for?"

What are you waiting for? Right! It's now!

The bottles were filled with most or half of the power of the Wood God, and some of them were even thrown over. The flying bottles made Xu Kongcheng a little dazed, as if he had returned to half a month ago.

The big strangle approaches, compared to the last time it was formed in a hurry and was formed from the broken wind strangle, this time it is even more powerful.

The wind on the edge of the strangle blew Xu Kongcheng's face, but this threat could only make his eyes more resolute.

"Good here! Just let me try it. This trick I have never used before. Feng Shi, I will practice it with you!"

"Practice with me? Arrogant! Mucheng, today is the death of your Mushen Village, go and die!"

The great strangle approached, leaving almost a slight distance. The strangle power could not be avoided even if it was seen from a distance.

But at this moment, everyone was staring at the thin body in the air, waiting for him.

It seems that everyone believes that he will burst out with unimaginable power in peace.

Mu Bian held his hand nervously: "Don't have anything to do."

Mu Chen said, "Shut up! If you have something, you will have something to do."

Actually, he was not sure, but he was more willing to believe from the bottom of his heart that the person who gave them hope could create miracles again.

The new village chief Mu Sheng looked over and said silently: "Mucheng, I'll leave it to you, once again."

The next scene laid the foundation for the "Star of Hope".

Even they didn't expect that in just half a month, Xu Kongcheng would explode with such a huge shock. Perhaps Mu Bei could understand it.

In their opinion, the best result is to resist Feng Shi's great strangle as half a month ago, and only the seeds of Mushen Village were needed to protect the seeds.

But Xu Kongcheng shocked them.

"Are you arrogant? I just mastered it these two days. Try who is arrogant!"

A huge rune two meters long appeared behind Xu Kongcheng, and a hidden and powerful force emanated from it.

This is the sub-divine art that Mu Bei did not perform that day. The sub-divine art that required Mu Bei's share of the power of the Mu God for a full ten years was now used.

"Muzhi... is messy!"

The talisman culture is the falling leaves flying all over the sky, and each fallen leaf is cut. The powerful strangle collides with the messy collision of wood. The strangle force is extremely messy and is reborn as ordinary wind.

However, the second magic technique was only consumed a little at this time, and it showed the extremely sharp cutting power towards Feng Shi, messing up everything.

"Second magic? Is this Mu Bei's messy wood?" Mu Li's voice increased a lot.

Everyone was watching Xu Kongcheng's performance intentionally or unintentionally, and they never thought that a junior could master the sub-divine art.

"No, it's impossible! How could you master the secondary magic?"

Secondary magic is a much more difficult magic technique than the Great Strike. For example, the wood-attribute secondary magic technique can only be successfully practiced over the long years with certain means by the village chief, and the failure rate is quite large.

"Do you care how I master the magic? Today is your death date. There is no need to know too much about the dead!"

"No! I'm a Fengshi! You are a bad person, you can't defeat me, get out, get out!"

Feng Shixiang reshooted his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His face was pale, but his eyes were still extremely crazy.

"No one can defeat me, no one, not before, nor in the future, it is even more impossible for you Mucheng!"

The blood-colored wind strangled, the blood-colored strangle born, collided with the sub-divine arts with Fengshi's madness.

"It's much better than before, but Feng Shi, no one can save you!"

The second magic trick cuts the blood-colored strangle and messes up, and eventually turns into ordinary wind, rushing directly to Fengshi, who has made layers of protective wind skills for himself.

His protection was cut into messy layer by layer, and his madness turned into a strong sense of despair and reluctance.

"I'm not willing to give up, I'm not willing to give up! If it were me, there was a time when you were not my opponent at all, it was unfair! Unfair!"

Feng Shi was cut into a touch of wind in unwillingness. After the people of Fengshen Kingdom died, they would turn into the purest wind in nature, leaving only broken pieces of clothing.

Silence was speechless for a moment, too shocking, and the sub-divine technique, the powerful move that could be mastered only at the level of the village chief, was easily displayed in front of them.

After silence, there are crazy shouting and excitement.

"We survived! We survived!"

"Mucheng, we survived!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!