"Nine Demon Swords! Good! Good! Good!"

Mu Shenhua looked at Mu Feng with his eyes fixedly, and said three good words in a gritted teeth, and his spiritual thoughts slowly dissipated.

The Qingfeng Divine Sword shot backwards and drilled into a sword box, and was then put into the space ring by Mu Xiaojian.

At this moment, Mu Xiaojian's face looked very ugly. He didn't expect that the Qingfeng Divine Sword had been taken out, and even the old clan's divine consciousness had taken action, but he had not even killed Mu Feng.

This son's life is really strong! The divine thoughts left by the elders of the clan can only be activated three times.

Once three times pass, the divine thoughts will dissipate and the imperial soldiers will no longer be used.

"This boy is at the end of his strength. Everyone, let's go together!"

Mu Xiaojian drew out the long sword from his waist, roared at the team, swept out, and shot towards Mu Fengzhao.

The more than ten people following Mu Xiaojian took out their respective spiritual weapons, burst out with all their strength, and followed closely behind.

At this moment, the remaining power of the Three Swords of Mu Shenhua is still there.

Mu Feng struggled to control the nine magic swords and barely resisted the remaining power of the three swords. His face was as pale as paper and his mouth and nose were bleeding.

Mu Shenhua is not an ordinary martial emperor. Even if he is driven by the divine thoughts, he can still kill ordinary martial emperors.

This is why Mu Feng, with the help of the power of the golden book, could only barely resist.

"Haha! Mu Feng, you will definitely die today!"

Seeing that Mu Xiaojian was still struggling to resist the remaining power of the three swords, Mu Xiaojian showed a look of joy and knew that Mu Feng had no power to resist anymore.

And this is the best opportunity to kill Mu Feng! Mu Feng's eyes showed a hint of coldness, and his mind moved, and the bone banners floating beside him flashed with blood.

Then hundreds of feet tall blood-colored ghosts appeared out of thin air.

A total of six blood-colored ghosts were guarding Mu Feng's body, and their bodies were emitting terrifying pressure.

"The ghost of the six quasi-emperors?

How come you guys have so many quasi-emperor-level ghosts?"

Mu Xiaojian was stunned and ran into the six quasi-emperor ghosts in front of him. As soon as he said that, the six quasi-emperor ghosts launched a thunderous attack on him.

"ah!"

Mu Xiaojian screamed, and his whole body was hit by the ghosts of the six quasi-emperors. It was like a broken kite, falling from the air and hitting heavily on the barrier behind.

Puchi! Mu Xiaojian spit out blood, his face was ferocious, and he was embedded in the barrier, and he fainted.

The more than ten people behind Mu Xiaojian, seeing Mu Xiaojian so miserable, stopped their steps and wanted to retreat.

Unfortunately, they were all one step late.

After seriously injured Mu Xiaojian, the six quasi-emperor ghosts rushed out like six tigers and began to carry out an indiscriminate massacre of more than ten elite geniuses in Mu Shen Mansion.

These people are not as strong as Mu Xiaojian, and they are facing six quasi-emperor-level ghosts.

Therefore, as soon as they met, all the more than ten people in Mushen Mansion were defeated, and three people died on the spot and their bodies fell into the sea of ​​magma.

Mu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and then he turned his attention back to the three green swords in front.

The first of these three sword lights was already illusory and almost transparent, and was obviously about to collapse.

Once this first sword light collapses, Mu Feng will be under much less pressure.

I have to say that the old guy Mu Shenhua is indeed powerful. The secret of the sword contained in this sword is extremely powerful. No wonder he is the master of Mu Shen Mansion second only to the Lord.

Mu Feng can only wait until the secret power in these three swords gradually dissipates before he can restore his ability to move freely.

Bang bang bang! Suddenly, Mu Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and he turned his head suddenly, and saw three quasi-emperor ghosts collapsed with a bang.

A strong sense of crisis swept across Mu Feng's heart.

"This guy..." Mu Feng locked in an inconspicuous young man in the Mushen Mansion team at a glance.

I saw that the young man was wearing a gray robe and holding a gray sword. His right hand shook suddenly, and his feet intertwined in the void, like a gray lightning bolt, piercing through the three quasi-emperor ghosts.

The indestructible quasi-emperor's soul was cut off cleanly under the sword of this young man in gray robe.

The three quasi-emperor ghosts turned into three balls of yin energy and quickly drilled back into the bone banner.

The death of the ghost in the bone banner is not a real death, but will turn into a ray of yin energy and return to the bone banner.

Just rest for a while, and the ghost will slowly recover.

Once the bone banner is destroyed, the ghosts inside will die.

Therefore, the key is to completely destroy the ghost, and naturally, it is necessary to completely destroy the bone banner.

"This guy...is Emperor Wu?"

Mu Feng stared at the young man in gray robe, and his sense of crisis was extremely strong.

He could clearly feel how fast the heart in his chest was beating, roaring like a drum.

He didn't expect that in the Mushen Mansion team, there was actually a Martial Emperor hidden his cultivation and hidden his strength in it.

With Emperor Wu here, the quasi-emperor's ghost could not stop it at all.

And now, he has not completely resumed his freedom of action.

Once this person attacks him, he may be really finished.

"Who are you?"

Mu Feng stared at the young man in gray robe. Now he knew that he had to buy time for himself, otherwise he would definitely die! While questioning, Mu Feng controlled the other three quasi-emperor ghosts and the other side of the strait of the Red Dragon.

The four quasi-emperor ghosts who lived were summoned back and stood in front of them.

After the two red dragons recovered their freedom, they hurried into the depths of the magma with their tails and never dared to emerge again.

At this moment, there were only five people living in the Mushen Mansion team, among which Mu Xiaojian was embedded in the barrier and fainted.

In addition to the young man in gray robe, the other three were still in shock and quickly helped Mu Xiaojian up and placed it on the other side.

"Unfilial son! Don't you even recognize a father?"

The young man in gray robe smiled coldly, and the ordinary face slowly transformed into the appearance of a handsome young man in a beautiful manner.

The moment he saw this handsome young man, Mu Feng's eyelids twitched, and his blood suddenly boiled.

Then, a burst of anger rushed to his forehead, making his eyes turn red.

Although he had never seen Mu Qingcang, he had seen the portrait of Mu Qingcang when he was young from Li Wenshu.

The young man in front of him had almost the same outline as the one in the portrait he saw.

The only difference is that the gray-robed young man in front of him is more handsome and majestic than in the portrait! Mu Feng knew that this was the change brought about by the transformation of his body, muscles and temperament after becoming Emperor Wu.

"Mu...Qing...Cang!"
Chapter completed!