Chapter 2387: : Who is evil?

Mu Feng came to the treasure chest. Since the treasure chest is placed in the core area, the things placed inside should be the most precious things in the treasure house.
Mu Feng opened the treasure chest, and the light of the gods radiated out. The things in this treasure chest also became clear.
The space inside this treasure chest is not small. There are hundreds of Tianyu Shenjing in it, and the gods sweep it. There are more than 800 pieces, no less than five hundred pounds.
There is also a white book, the cover of the book is a few ancient characters, the of light!
This book is the most important inheritance method of the Yuren people.
This book is a treasure for the Yu people, but it does not have much effect on Mu Feng.
On the contrary, these 800 pieces of Tianyu Shenjing are a treasure of the world. This resource is enough for two or three heavenly emperors to break through the energy required by the Tianzun realm. The Shura Temple has been expanding for so many years, and so many Yutian Shenjing have not been collected. .
However, these Shenjing are also the wealth that the Yuren people have accumulated in this fairy world for countless thousands of years.
Mu Feng has all these Tianyu Shenjing incomes in his own world of shackles, and he said to the people behind him: "The treasures here are all recorded in the account, carried out, and added to the treasure house of the Shura Temple, the people in the temple, on merit.

"Yes!"
Kong Yan behind her nodded, she is also responsible for the financial aspects of the Shura Temple.
A large number of the strong people of the Shura Temple came in to carry the sacred stone, the medicinal herbs, the sacred soldiers, and they were all shocked by the storage in the plumage treasury.
"Feng Ge, there are many civilians of the Yu people outside, how many immortals of the Yu people are disposed of."
Ren Yu said behind Mu Feng.
Mu Feng frowned and said: "Take me to see."
He left the treasure house and followed Ren Yu and his entourage to the Angel Square in the city of Angel.
The Angel Square covers an area of ​​a thousand miles and is extremely vast.
However, at this time, there are people gathered here. The people of the billions of people in the Angel City have all been rushed here by Tian Fengjun. There are men and women, old and young, and a few years old. In simple naive children, even babies.
In the sky, on the earth, there are hundreds of thousands of guardians of the shrine.
It is not necessary to imagine that there are so many people in a city. The vastness of a city in the fairy world is comparable to that of the lower bound.
And here, not all the feathers in the angelic domain.
"Mother... I am afraid..."
A five- or six-year-old Yuren child with tears, hiding in her mother's arms.
Her mother, however, is a monk in the realm of the baby, and there is fear in the depths of her eyes, but she still comforts her child with soft voice.
The intensive feathers around the people also have a look of fear, the clan is defeated, the four patriarchs are dead, and the news of the high-level destruction of the Yuren has spread throughout the entire family of the feathers of the angelic domain. Every featherer is now Worried about your own destiny.
They don't know what it will be waiting for them, maybe a genocide, perhaps a day when they will be exiled to a bad space forever.
Recall that at the beginning, the Shura clan was defeated, and the high-level squadron was shackled. It was implicated in the hundreds of millions of Shura ethnic groups, either for slavery, for exile, or for burying the family's blood, hiding in the dark for a lifetime, more Was slaughtered by two families.
Nowadays, such a fate may fall on their heads. The blood of the gods that once made them proud is now a reminder of human life.
"Kings……!"
Suddenly, the soldiers around the temple of Shura were respectful and respectful in one direction, and the eyes were revered, as if they were worshipping the gods.
Many feathers looked and saw the young man in the purple unicorn robe, who looked very young and 20 or 30 years old, came over the square, followed by a group of strong people who made them horrified and trembled. These fierce, indifferent soldiers In front of him, he is just as respectful as a child.
"Imperial."
Mu Feng raised his head.
"On the king, all the feathers of the entire Angel City were brought here, waiting for the king to decide on his life and death."
Mu Qing came to Mu Feng and walked in front of him.
Mu Feng looked at the billions of feathers. The people here are only a part of the feathers in the entire angelic field.
At this moment, even the children who are afraid of fear and crying have also stopped their tears and looked at Mu Feng with fear.
Some people even looked at him with a look of anger, his brothers, friends, and perhaps relatives, who died in the war between the two races.
"Mu Feng, you still have my father's life!"
Suddenly, a feather man below the robbery is a young man. He broke out of his own Xianli and rushed to Mu Feng, and even wanted to blew himself and Mu Feng.
His father, a Yuren tribe, has fallen in the battle between the two races.
"presumptuous!"
A Tianfeng Xianjun angered and rushed up to a sword. The power of Xianjun was much stronger than the other side, not to mention the best Tianfeng army fighters of the Shura people.
Hey!
This sword directly squats down the young man's head. The body of the young man falls into the sky, the blood splatters, and the eyes that roll off his head are all hatred and death.
"what……"
This scene caused a burst of panic among the billions of people.
"Put it with you!"
There were also many young people who were not afraid of the feathers, and they provoked a riot.
However, the Shura army suppressed the riots that broke out in tens of thousands of people. It was only tens of thousands of bodies, and the children’s crying sounded from all over the place.
Mu Feng calmly looked at this scene, fear, anger, fear, hatred, all kinds of emotions intertwined, countless eyes that wanted him to hang on him.
At this moment, Mu Feng’s heart did not have any joy to dominate the fate of others. He seemed to have seen his own Shura civilians facing a scene facing the fear and darkness of the fate that would be slaughtered.
"Wang Shang, the grass does not remove the roots, the spring breeze blows again. At the beginning, I repaired the Luo people and issued the Shura bloodstaining order. The number of people who died under the two ethnic groups was tens of billions. I suggest... release Tu Yu. Let it be."
Yan Qing said that the hatred of genocide is also buried in the hearts of the Shuro people who experienced the clan destruction.
Mu Feng did not speak, did not agree, and did not refuse. He looked at these various emotions and looked at each other. He did not know what he was thinking.
When he saw it, he turned to the Shura warriors and said: "Yu people, one is not..."
"Wait!" Mu Feng said coldly.
"And slow, keep people under the knife"
At this time, the West, a sound of a thick and thick voice came from, this voice contains a supreme power, worn from tens of thousands of miles away, the voice of the person, is definitely a shocking strong.
Hey! Hey! Hey...!
I saw the direction of the west, the space was twisted and moved, and three golden lights came through...