Peerless Martial Saint starts from signing in

Chapter 112

"Boss! I sell antique calligraphy and paintings. I have worked in an auction house before. I will definitely work in the Jiuzhong Pavilion in a down-to-earth manner in the future."

"Boss, take me away, please! Although I don't have a deed, I cook delicious food."

"Isn't there a shortage of female doctors in Jiuzhong Pavilion? Pavilion Master Mu, my concubine has been practicing medicine for 12 years, and specializes in treating various women's miscellaneous diseases."

"..."

As the voice of voluntary refuge became louder and louder, the area where the Jiuzhong Pavilion was located became more and more magnificent like a snowball.

The originally small team of 50 people gathered tens of thousands of followers in less than a quarter of an hour.

They yelled loudly, many of them couldn't even see where Mu Feng was, and just followed the people around them.

Anyway!That's right!

From a distance, it seems that there is a mudslide in the villa.

The originally heavy and miserable escape atmosphere has completely changed.

Mu Feng didn't know what to say.

He simply didn't bother to speak, and led everyone straight to the outskirts of the villa.

He didn't even need to emphasize order, the practitioners in the team took the initiative to take over the defensive work.

After the aftermath of the turbulent combat power stopped harvesting the lives of everyone, the tragedies of pushing and trampling also stopped happening.

Some young and passionate monks even fled for their lives with unfamiliar wounded on their backs.

Originally, Mu Feng planned to flee away with everyone in the Jiuchong Pavilion directly in the air.

Unexpectedly, the situation has become what it is now.

He temporarily adjusted his strategy, took a step forward, and appeared in the sky directly in front of the team.

While waving his sleeves, the power of cultivation swept across, condensing into a safe passage, and evacuated the following crowd out of the Royal Villa in batches.

Not far away, seeing this situation, a guard army controlled by the magic breath immediately ran towards Mu Feng with a roar.

Their duty is to trap all the blood in the villa.

It's normal for a small number of fish to slip through the net, but in the current situation, the fishing nets have been dismantled by people, how can we make them not work hard for it?

The individual cultivation of these imperial guards is not high, but under the erosion of the magic breath, they have become extremely difficult to deal with.

They have a strange breath and are not afraid of death.

Just for a short while, they have already killed several masters together.

At this moment, some monks who were going to the outside world through the cultivation channel, saw this scene from a distance, and couldn't help but exclaimed loudly.

"Pavilion Master Mu, be careful! Those imperial guards are not quite right."

"Boss, don't fight head-on with them. Their physical strength is very strong. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are copper-skinned and iron-boned."

"Everyone! We can't be that ungrateful person. Anyone who is bloody will follow me and kill him. We can't let the hero of Pavilion Master Mu shed blood and tears!"

While speaking, several passionate monks flew up and rushed towards the side where Mu Feng was.

Hearing the loud calls of the monks, Mu Feng remained calm, but his heart was touched a little.

Although he does not need the reminder and help of these people.

But he silently accepted the care brought by other people's innocent heart.

Mu Feng raised his palm, and between his grasps, the 12-man Imperial Guard team exploded into bloody mist in mid-air.

The blood mist filled the air, and wisps of gray mist thinner than hair scattered and escaped.

Then, he was gathered back by invisible big palms.

Mu Feng stepped into the air and stood up, his palms still in a vacant position.

Sensing the gray mist in his palm, he felt a little suspicious.

"These auras are of the same origin as the withered bone demon monarch, but their origins are different."

"Could it be that there is another Demon Lord hiding here?"

Thinking of this, Mu Feng raised his eyes to the sky battlefield again.

Using the mist fluctuations in his hands as a medium, he could sense that the source of the problem was that Emperor Xia Ming.

However, he did not intend to go to find out.

After all, there are many experts in the Faxiang Realm gathering there, and if I rashly intervene, it will inevitably cause some unnecessary troubles.

Furthermore, the most important thing to sign in today has been completed.

No more wading through muddy waters.

Anyway, with the strong men of those cultivation sects here, Emperor Xia Ming, who was infected by the magic breath, should not be able to escape.

Just when Mu Feng put away the gray mist in his palm.

Several hot-blooded monks who came for reinforcements just rushed to this war zone.

Staring at the place where the body of the Imperial Guard exploded, the hot-blooded monks couldn't help but look at each other.

"Is this solved?"

"The worries and rhetoric I just said are really superfluous."

It seems to have read the heartfelt voices of the passionate monks.

Mu Feng waved his hands at them and smiled: "I don't need help here for the time being, you go and evacuate the crowd."

"It's not necessarily safe to go out of the villa, let those people go home quickly, don't stay around and watch the excitement."

The passionate monks clasped their fists again and again, knowing that staying here would not be of much help, so they immediately agreed and began to retreat.

"Pavilion Master Mu, take care, we will do as you said."

After sending away the first batch of refugees, Mu Feng did not leave.

He continued to maintain the cultivation path leading to the outside of the villa.

As long as someone escapes to his area, he can escape from the battlefield of the villa in the village.

In addition to Mufeng's side, there are several rescue areas.

Those responsible for organizing the rescue are all sect monks from the Heavenly Secret Spiritual Realm.

And more disciples of the sect traveled around the manor, cleaning up the guards who were infected by the devil's breath.

On the sky battlefield.

The more Emperor Xia Ming fought, the more he lost his confidence.

His power doesn't belong to him at all.

An hour of fighting against a strong person in the Faxiang Realm is his limit.

But now more than half an hour has passed, but there has been no movement from the palace below.

"What's going on? The blood food was not sacrificed, could something have happened to the master?"

"It shouldn't be. With the master's ability, even if he hasn't regained his vitality yet, ordinary appearances are no match for him."

"Furthermore, there has been such a big commotion here, why hasn't he even reacted at all?"

Thinking of this.

Emperor Xia Ming quickly released a ray of magic breath, pierced through the formation of heaven and earth, and penetrated directly into the interior of the palace below.

Under investigation, my heart was even more terrified.

The palace has been severely damaged, and the original power of the Withered Bones Demon Lord no longer exists!

After a short period of uneasiness, Emperor Xia Ming gave birth to an extremely secret joy.

It is good to have a strong master as a backer.

But there is no mountain pressing down on the head, and the feeling seems to be very good.

In a flash of thought, Emperor Xia Ming received a slap from his opponent.

He spurted a mouthful of black blood from the side of his head, clutching his chest and began to stagger back.

The shrill roar also resounded through the entire sky at this time.

"Respectfully invite my lord to leave the customs! Kill all these pious people and restore the glory of my way!"