"The little girl doesn't dare, sir, please come with me!"

Meiji's delicate body trembled and said softly, looking at Zilong with fear, then looking at Mu Feng.

Mu Feng glanced at Zilong, the latter nodded, and then Mu Feng said, "You can lead the way, this quasi-sanctuary has no obstacles to you at the moment."

Hearing this, Meiji began to lead the way, and as Mu Feng said, the quasi-sanctuary that blocked her from going to the beginning did not intercept her anymore.

Mu Feng and Zilong followed Mei Ji and headed towards the depths of Yin-Yang Villa. Soon, they came to a bedroom.

This bedroom is very hidden, located in the deepest part of the villa, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the entrance is even narrow and has a certain advanced hidden formation.

Meiji skillfully took out a formation flag and opened the formation at the entrance. Only then did the three of them come to the bedroom successfully.

The bedroom is tall and magnificent, luxurious and magnificent, and the beautiful and melodious sounds of silk and bamboo are constantly heard inside.

Mu Feng swept in casually, sneering in his heart.

In the bedroom, he saw a large number of beautiful maids, who were dressed very revealingly.

It seems that Yang Xingyuan is very happy to enjoy himself, but he actually built such a large bedroom in the villa to hide his charm in the golden house.

"Where is Yang Xingyuan?"

Mu Feng turned his head and stared at Mei Ji, his voice becoming very cold.

His spiritual sense had just scanned the hall and did not find any clues about Yang Xingyuan.

Obviously, this Meiji is sincerely deceiving him.

Meiji hurriedly said, "In this bedroom, there is a secret room. After the owner of the manor returned from a severe injury last time, he went directly to that secret room!"

"Then lead the way!"

Mu Feng nodded, and said with a blank expression.

Meiji's legs were trembling, but she still led the way obediently, but her walking posture was a bit slow.

Soon, Meiji stopped at the small golden bed deep in a bedroom and said, "Sir, the secret passage of the secret room is hidden behind the small golden bed, but how to open this secret room has always been mastered by the owner of the manor, so..." Mu Feng did not say anything, but walked behind the small golden bed, carefully observed it, and found a very hidden wave of formations in it.

This formation is very advanced and should have reached the level of a top-level imperial formation. It is impossible for him to break it with brute force now.

"Zilong, it's up to you!"

Mu Feng turned his head and decisively asked for help from Zilong.

Zilong nodded, spread his five claws with his right hand and pressed it on Xiaojin's bed. The surging force burst out, and the Xiaojin's bed exploded.

As the explosion occurred, there was a hidden ban behind the small golden bed. Then, after the ban was blasted out, a secret passage appeared.

Mu Feng's eyes lit up, letting Zilong walk in front, and he followed closely behind.

Soon, the two arrived at the depths of the secret room, which was decorated in antique and luxurious and elegant.

The most conspicuous thing is that in the center of the stone chamber, there is a painted black altar.

Mu Feng keenly felt that the faint aura emitted from the black altar was filled with evil and strangeness, and even made him feel inexplicably familiar.

In the shadow in front of the black altar, there was a figure sitting cross-legged. Because it was hidden in the shadow, Mu Feng could not see its specific appearance clearly.

But from his figure, we can see that this person is Yang Xingyuan.

"Yang Xingyuan, now you have no way to escape. I advise you to surrender obediently!"

Mu Feng stared at the figure in the shadow and said in a deep voice.

While talking, Mu Feng hid behind Zilong very consciously.

After all, Yang Xingyuan is a quasi-saint powerful man. With Mu Feng's own strength, there is a big gap between him and him.

If Yang Xingyuan starts an attack and targets him directly, Mu Feng thinks he has no power to resist unless he uses the method of branding the law.

However, Yang Xingyuan in the shadows said nothing, and the entire stone chamber was even quieter and terrifying.

"Um?

There is something weird!"

Zilong frowned slightly, stepped across the black altar, came to the shadow, and grabbed Yang Xingyuan with his right hand.

Then, to his surprise, Yang Xingyuan in the shadow had no power to resist and was directly held in his hand.

"This... is dead..." Zilong held Yang Xingyuan's face slightly changed, and he couldn't help but turn around and look at Mu Feng.

At this moment, Mu Feng also saw Yang Xingyuan's face clearly, and his face changed drastically.

I saw that Yang Xingyuan had no breath and was silent all over, especially his cheeks were bloody, and his entire skin was peeled off.

Moreover, Yang Xingyuan, who was originally burly and stubborn, is now skinny and like a lifeless mummy.

"What's going on?

How could this Yang Xingyuan die so unknown?

Who killed it?"

Mu Feng quickly calmed down and fell into deep thought.

Zilong threw Yang Xingyuan's corpse on the ground without caring, and said unhappily: "I really didn't expect that Yang Xingyuan would die like this. I was really boring to settle the score with him."

Mu Feng ignored Zilong's complaints, but instead looked at the black altar in the center, silently feeling the remaining breath on the altar.

"This is the breath of the Netherworld clan!"

Mu Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately discovered that the strange aura remaining on the black altar was exactly the same as the aura he had on Mu Qingcang and Youran at the time.

In other words, the Netherworld clan established this black altar, and the Netherworld clan also killed Yang Xingyuan.

So who is it?

Mu Qingcang is still burning?

Soon, Mu Feng rejected the two people.

This black altar was obviously built here for a long time. Mu Qingcang has not yet risen, and it is now missing, so it must have nothing to do with Mu Qingcang.

And it was even more impossible for Youran to stay in the secret realm of the Three Saint Mountains. How could he come out and build this black altar?

These two people are the only clues of the Netherworld clan that Mu Feng knew. If it weren't for these two people, it means that there was a third Netherworld clan on this continent, and it was something he didn't know.

At this time, Mu Feng discovered that the black patterns on the surface of the black altar began to flow and flicker. The evil and strange aura became more and more intense, and the pressure became stronger and stronger.

"Humanity, finally found you, return the origin of the Three Saint Mountain to me!"

At the moment when the black marks flowed, an evil and cold sound came from the depths of the altar, which contained the ecstasy of finding Mu Feng.

But Mu Feng's face changed. He was familiar with this voice, which was exactly the same as the Youran he met in the Secret Realm of the Three Holy Mountains.

This is a saint master-level existence, and it suppresses the peerless powerhouse of the Three Saint Kings.

At the beginning, Mu Feng finally avoided You Ran, but he didn't expect that he would meet this guy again by chance today.

Whoosh! The black patterns on the surface of the black altar flashed quickly, and then turned into a big black hand and grabbed Mu Feng.

Zilong's face changed drastically, and he rushed over and stood in front of Mu Feng.
Chapter completed!