Chapter 2250
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Feng Wuchen's cold gaze pierced into Mu Xuan Shan and the rest's soul. At that moment, Mu Xuan Shan and the rest shuddered in fear.
That gaze was very, very cold.
It even made them feel that the world had changed. Blood flowed like a river, corpses piled up like a sea of bones, as if it was an eternal battlefield.
A mere Hierarch junior had such a terrifying gaze!
Mu Xuan Shan and the rest were furious as they were frightened by the gaze of a junior.
However, no one dared to make a move.
They could only watch as the Sun-Moon Palace was mercilessly slaughtered.
"Stop! Stop! "Mo Qingshan roared madly, but no one cared about him.
"Mo Qingshan, if you want to live, then tell me. I might be able to save your life. If you don't tell me, then I will personally kill you. Where did you get the Fleeting Phantom Sword Technique?" Ye Jianying coldly asked, staring at Mo Qingshan with an ice-cold gaze.
Mo Qingshan knew that Ye Jianying was not joking.
If he told him, he might be able to save his life.
Mo Qingshan was silent for a long time before he said, "Can you really save my life?"
"Yes, but if you are talking nonsense, I will kill you myself!" Ye Jianying said coldly.
"Donghuang Xiu passed it to me." Mo Qingshan said.
"Martial Uncle?" Ye Jianying was shocked, but he soon became gloomy and said coldly, "My Martial Uncle died long ago. How could he pass it to you? I think you are tired of living! "
"I am not lying to you." Mo Qingshan looked at Ye Jianying and flipped his palm. A black jade appeared out of thin air.
It was the black jade that Donghuang Xiu had worn all his life.
"Martial Uncle's Zen Jade!" Ye Jianying's eyes widened as he recognized the Zen Jade.
"I got it from a mysterious cave in the depths of the Beast Spirit Mountain. Donghuang Xiu left a trace of divine sense in the cave and it disappeared after he passed it to me. I have worked hard for more than ten years to achieve what I have today. Although I am not inferior to you, there is still a huge gap between me and Feng Wuchen." Mo Qingshan said, clenching his fists, his eyes were filled with unwillingness.
"The Sun-Moon Divine Hall has nothing to do with you anymore. I'm afraid that Feng Wuchen will be dissatisfied with me saving your life. Later, take me to the Beast Spirit Mountain to visit my Martial Uncle," Ye Jianying said sadly, his eyes filled with sadness.
"Martial Uncle, have you always looked down on me? He would rather pass it on to an outsider than pass it on to me. "Ye Jianying felt extremely disappointed in his heart. He clenched the Zen jade in his hand tightly.
Although Ye Jianying addressed Donghuang Xiu as his martial uncle, Donghuang Xiu was extremely strict when it came to cultivation. It was so strict that Ye Jianying felt that Donghuang Xiu was targeting him.
No matter what level Ye Jianying had reached, every time he asked Donghuang Xiu to cultivate the Fleeting Phantom Sword Art, Donghuang Xiu would only reply with one word: Not qualified.
Mo Qingshan's scarlet eyes were filled with endless cold killing intent.
He could only watch helplessly as the disciples of the Sun-Moon Temple were killed. He could only watch helplessly as his own father was killed. There was nothing he could do but feel endless anger and grief.
Mo Qingshan swore to himself that he would make Feng Wuchen pay a hundred times the price!
At the end of the war, tens of thousands of people from the Sun-Moon Temple were killed. Corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers.
The Sun-Moon Temple was destroyed!
"Feng Wuchen, I will protect Mo Qingshan's life. I think …" Ye Jianying looked at Feng Wuchen and said.
"I believe in you, Ye Jianying. Mo Qingshan, you can do whatever you want." Before Ye Jianying could finish, Feng Wuchen interrupted him.
Trust! Unconditional trust!
Ye Jianying was so touched that his heart was in a mess. He had the urge to cry.
"Many thanks." Ye Jianying thanked him and left with Mo Qingshan.
Feng Wuchen also guessed that Ye Jianying had asked something, which was why he wanted to protect Mo Qingshan's life. Feng Wuchen did not have any objections to this.
Feng Wuchen did not care whether Mo Qingshan was dead or alive.
Super big shots like Mu Xuanshan did not even dare to let out a fart from the beginning to the end.
"Senior Mu, from today onwards, the Sun Moon Cult will be under your management. I will set up a teleportation formation later." Feng Wuchen looked at Mu Qingyun and smiled. At the same time, he waved his hand and a wisp of black flame flew out. Everywhere it passed, the corpses of the Sun-Moon Temple members turned into ashes.
"Many thanks to Alliance Master for your help! The Sun Moon Cult will forever remember your kindness today! "Mu Qingyun cupped his fists and thanked him emotionally. Tears flowed down his face.
He had waited for this day for too long.
"Many thanks, Alliance Master!" Mu Qingshan and the other older generation bowed and thanked him.
"Seniors, there is no need to be so courteous. Miss Mu helped me greatly back then. This is what I owe her. This is what we agreed on." Feng Wuchen quickly helped Mu Qingshan and the others up.
Although Feng Wuchen was the Alliance Master, he was still very polite and respectful in front of the older generation.
Mu Honglian, who was standing at the side, was already crying. She was extremely touched.
Feng Wuchen had already repaid what he owed. On the other hand, they had been cultivating with Feng Wuchen's help. That was why they had today's cultivation.
"The Sun-Moon Temple has been destroyed. Are you still not planning to leave?" Feng Wuchen asked with a faint smile as he looked back at Mu Xuanshan and the others.
"Hmph! Feng Wuchen! I'll let you be arrogant for a while. When the experts of the Holy World come, I'll see how you and Shan Tong die! "Mu Xuanshan snorted angrily. His old face was extremely gloomy.
"Don't think that Shan Tong can protect you forever!" The Emperor of the Underworld said fiercely.
"If you don't leave, do you believe that I will make all of you stay here?" Feng Wuchen said coldly. His cold eyes made Mu Xuanshan and the others tremble.
"Feng Wuchen! How dare you threaten us! "Tongtian was furious.
"I did threaten you. So what? I think you have forgotten the pain after your scars have healed! Don't forget that you have attacked the Dragon Temple. If you want to meet the King of Hell now, I don't mind! "Feng Wuchen's face turned gloomy.
Hearing this, Mu Xuanshan and the others were shocked. They quickly left with their tails between their legs.
War God Xue glanced at Feng Wuchen respectfully and then disappeared as well. It was as if he had never appeared.
"Feng Wuchen! Just you wait! "Mu Xuanshan's angry roar came from the void.
They were still very afraid of Shan Tong.
In the seven God Worlds, who could make Mu Xuanshan and the others bow their heads? Who could make Mu Xuanshan and the others so afraid?
Only Feng Wuchen.
"I have never seen such a cowardly Saint Transformation expert!" Feng Wuchen secretly despised.
"Little Friend Feng." Mie Hun came over with a happy smile on his face. There was a trace of anxiety in his old eyes.
"Senior Mie Hun, how is it? Have you refined it? "Feng Wuchen asked with a faint smile. Feng Wuchen had already guessed the purpose of Mie Hun's appearance.
"Old Man has been holding it in for half a month. My mind is full of doubts. Little Friend Feng, please give me some advice." Mie Hun said helplessly with a bitter smile. His heart was burning with anxiety.
Feng Wuchen had taught him the method to refine the Heaven-defying Divine Bead. Mie Hun had spent half a month without any results. Every time he tried, it would end in failure.
Half a month?
Advice?
Mie Di, Mie Yuan and the alchemists present were all dumbfounded.
Mie Hun needed Feng Wuchen's advice?
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