Chapter 952: : Reunion

"what!"
Ming Yan screamed, the entire left shoulder was smashed, even his shoulders with his arms, and Mu Feng slammed down.
Mingyan screamed and screamed, his face was painfully distorted, and he looked at Mu Feng and yelled: "My cultivation is, you, what have you done to me?"
At this moment, the skill that he can mobilize in his body is only one percent!
He looked at the woman next to Mu Feng who was beautiful and not a mortal person. The scorpion was full of horror.
"go to hell!"
Mu Feng roared, and the second sword came with a thunder.
Mingyan’s left arm waved, and a white light emerged. A white spirit sword flew out and swayed Mu Feng’s blow. This sword broke out with powerful spirits and shattered Mu Feng’s blow, apparently a handle. The sword is not low.
Mingyan turned and left, and escaped!
Mu Feng saw this scene. His body fell on the ground and spit out blood. He was also seriously injured. At this moment, he was extremely weak.
Mu Feng looked at the moon, and all the scorpions were sly. This time, it is still necessary for the moon to consume her power of the gods and save themselves.
"I feel like I am escaping from here. In the next period of time, I can only fall into a deep sleep."
Hao Yue looked at Mu Feng and said that there was no blame, and it turned into a weak soul light, and it was shot into the Shura Shenyu.
Mu Feng took over Shura Shenyu and whispered: "Thank you, month..."
He looked at the escaping Mingyan and looked at the direction of Zhongzhou City. The scorpion was full of cold and cold.
"Today's hatred, my Mu Feng does not swear not to be a man!"
Mu Feng is low-minded and has been working hard for many years. Today, because of a Vientiane disciple, he turned into anger, and Mu Feng’s heart was angry, but he could imagine.
He then tore a space reel, the body concealed the space, and escaped.

In Zhongzhou City, the disciples of the Lingxiao Temple, the elders, are already dead, escaped, Ji family, destroyed by the Lingxiao Temple, Ji’s disciple, quickly occupied the site of the Lingxiao Temple, industry.
Outside Zhongzhou City, a group of people, escorting Mu Chen and others left Zhongzhou City.
"Miss Kong Yan, Feng, how is he?"
Mu Chen worried and asked.
Other relatives of Mu Feng also showed their sorrows. Who can think that they had just moved to Zhongzhou City, and this happened in Lingxiao Temple.
Mo Bao and others looked down and silent, and the sudden destruction of the Lingxiao Temple was not light for all the elderly in Lingxiao Temple.
"Mu Bobo, rest assured, Mu Feng, he is a good man, there will be nothing."
Kong Yan squeezed a smile and said that this may be her own comfort.
"Ling Xiao Temple, is it so gone?"
Zhou Wenquan whispered.
"No, Lingxiao Temple has not died! As long as the Lord is there, Lingxiao Temple will not die!"
Mo Bao looked excited and looked at Zhou Wenquan.
Zhou Wenquan said that he did not dare to speak.
"Everyone should not mess, first send the family of the young master to the North Yuan domain, the young master will definitely find a way to contact us."
Mosaburo said to everyone.
Everyone was strong and spirited, and escorted Mu Chen and others back to the North Yuan Dynasty and left Zhongzhou.
The Lingxiao Temple was destroyed, and it was quickly spread throughout Zhongzhou. It caused a lot of shock. The Lingxiao Temple was like a meteor. After a brief bright, it finally fell into the night sky.
At the same time, the strength of the Vientiane sect was also the yearning for countless monks. Many young people who were not low-ranking went to the Dashang Dynasty and were ready to participate in the selection of the disciples of Vientiane.
Jin Dongxu and others did not stay in Zhongzhou City for a long time, and then rushed to other big states. His task was to spread the disciples of the Vientiane ancestors throughout the Zhouwu dynasty, and let countless geniuses go to the Vientiane disciples. Selection.
In a blink of an eye, a few days passed.
On the border of the wilderness, an ordinary town, the town is not big, only tens of thousands of people, the streets, bustling people.
In front of the pub, mercenaries were chatting and drinking, and punching loudly.
Above the town, the most powerful force is a mercenary force.
In one of the manors, a flag fluttering in the wind, embroidered with a winged and thundering bird, with the words Tianfeng.
This is a branch of the Tianfeng Mercenary Corps.
Among the hustle and bustle, a pale face, gray-haired figure sitting on a grass, over the sky, in a jade, constantly pouring into the blood of the body into the body.
In this manor, there are constantly strong men coming from the air, gathering in this manor, many people have a heavy color on their faces.
"Doo Tiger leads, how is the Lord?"
Outside the mansion, many people gathered. These people are all people in the Lingxiao Temple. Everyone is worried.
Although the Lingxiao Temple was extinct, but the Tianfeng Mercenary Corps was still there, after the dissolution of the Lingxiao Temple, there was not even a place to go.
Of course, after Ling Xiaodian was destroyed, he was willing to follow Mu Feng. They are some more loyal people, the old man of Lingxiao Temple.
"Everyone should not worry, the Lord has no life and worry, is recovering from injury, and I will be able to meet you soon."
Mo Hu comforted everyone.
Everyone heard a sigh of relief, Mu Feng is the spiritual pillar of the Lingxiao Temple, Mu Feng is still there, and the Lingxiao Temple is not dead.
"Damn, this hatred, I will have to report to the day!"
Mo Leopard said, a punch on the wall, the scorpion is angry.
"Revenge? How to report? Destroy us, but the disciple of Vientiane, can we compete with the Vientiane? And the power of the entire Zhongzhou City?"
Qian Xing smiled bitterly, and it was just a giant behemoth of Vientiane. It was already overwhelming.
"Old money, what do you mean, are you afraid?"
Mo Le Bao looked coldly at Qian Xing and whispered.
"Not afraid, but we don't have such strength."
Qian Xing said.
Others heard the silence, and the people who ordered the destruction of their Lingxiao Temple were the Vientiane, the Vientiane, one of the hegemonic forces of the world, they could only look up to existence.
What is the master of the power in the Zhongzhou City, Mingjia, Jijia, Wangjia, etc., Lingxiao Temple, there is no strength against so many powerful forces.
At this time, in the sky, two more figures shrouded in the dark fog, and came to the front of the house.
"It’s two elders!"
"Great, the two adults have nothing to do."
The people in Lingxiao Temple saw the two people in the dark fog, and they were the King of Lei and the pity.
Seeing these two people, everyone is also in the heart of Wei'an, they are in Lingxiao Temple, and there is a king in the realm of Tianzhu, and the Lord is still there, not without the opportunity to revive and rise.
"Taiwanese elders!"
The people respected the ceremony, and Lei Wang looked at Mo Hu and said: "Take me to see Mu Feng."
"Yes, please come to the elders too"
Mo Hu quickly asked Lei Wang and Su Pity to go in, Lei Wang, I don’t know what to look for in Mu Feng...