In the dark night, after a purple light flashed, Mo Feng appeared in the former royal palace. This time it was the place where he was chopped to death. The gourd did not sense any danger, so he did not take him away.

"Huh? What's going on?" Mo Feng opened his eyes and looked at the royal palace in front of him. It was no longer the same as before. In just one year, the former royal palace had turned into a deserted house.

"How is that possible?" Mo Feng scratched his head, but now everything in the royal palace has nothing to do with him. If it comes to relationships, it may be his own cheap princess wife...

"Three stars?" Mo Feng looked at the only star left on the gourd and felt a little scared. What's going on? He only used two stars for his last rebirth. Why did he need three stars this time? As I grow up, the more power it takes to reshape my body?

Looking at the only star left, Mo Feng felt a sense of urgency in his heart. Fantasy moves are different from other techniques. Others focus on steady practice, while Fantasy moves are making rapid progress, but the price of this rapid progress is his own life. Although he has reached the peak of human scrolls in a short time, if he does not have enough life, he may never be able to reach the Earth scroll in his life.

Old Bai's appearance saved Mo Feng a lot of things. At least Mo Feng would not have to work hard to find the magical movements of Dijuan in the short term. Old Bai is a living magical movement. Although he does not remember the skills of Tianjuan and Daojuan, at least for now, he has solved one of his own major problems.

"It seems that I have to start a massacre after I arrive in the Five Continents..." Mo Feng nodded. Mo Feng felt that he was not a person who was afraid of death. Well, at least when the gourd had energy, no one was more afraid of death than Mo Feng. Mo Feng was not afraid of killing too many people and making the whole world enemies. What he wanted was the feeling of being enemies all over the world. As long as the means were ruthless and as long as he killed enough, even if he was enemies all over the world, what could he do to himself?

Stepping on the void, Mo Feng walked up to the sky step by step as if he was stepping on the ladder of nothingness. This may be the most awesome part of Fantasy. Ordinary practitioners want to fly out of thin air without using anything to at least reach the peak of Breaking Ming, but Fantasy can allow Mo Feng to complete the flight out of thin air without even reaching the Breaking Ming period. The most important thing is that Fantasy speed is extremely fast, much faster than the speed activated by those magic weapons.

"It's time to leave. Five continents are the world I gallop." Mo Feng made up his mind to leave, but he did not leave immediately. It has been two years since he died in the battlefield. It is still unknown whether he can return to Yuyang in this life. Mo Feng wanted to say goodbye to his former comrades before leaving.

"I hope I don't scare them..." Mo Feng identified where Jia Cheng was. He didn't need to pass on the news of his life to everyone. As long as he told Jia Cheng all this, Jia Cheng would naturally be able to inform everyone.

Jia Cheng's mansion is not far from the royal mansion. In the area around 700 to 800 meters in front and behind, Mo Feng hid his body in the dark and came to the sky above Jia Cheng's mansion.

"Huh? Is there a cultivator?" Mo Feng looked at the brightly lit Jia Mansion below. Although his eyes couldn't see anything, the unique power of thought in the fantasy allowed Mo Feng to feel that there were two cultivators who were about the same as Huang Chao, who were in the Jia Mansion.

"How could this small island outside the domain attract so many cultivators? There must be something strange!" This was Mo Feng's first idea. In fact, when Huang Chao and the others appeared, Mo Feng felt strange, but at that time Mo Feng was still confused about himself, let alone a problem with cultivators.

"Go in and take a look!" Mo Feng thought for a moment and then fell from the sky into the brightly lit Jia Mansion. Although countless lights and guards were there, no one could see through Mo Feng's hiding.

"Get out!" Just as Mo Feng landed in the garden, he saw the door of the main hall being opened, and a very rough man kicked Jia Cheng's chest. Jia Cheng flew out four or five meters like a scarecrow and vomited blood and almost fell into a coma.

Seeing this scene, Mo Feng's heart skipped a beat. Jia Cheng followed him since he was the first. After he disappeared, although Jia Cheng did not live as well as before, it was definitely not the turn of anyone to beat him and scold him if he wanted to. Even a cultivator would not do it.

"Sir..." Several guards helped Jia Cheng up and fell to the ground. Jia Cheng coughed out a mouthful of blood and waved to the guards. Several guards supported Jia Cheng and walked out of the yard and headed towards the backyard.

Mo Feng could see from the eyes of the guards that this should not be the first time, otherwise the guards should not have such sadness, but anger.

Following the guard quietly, Mo Feng walked into Jia Cheng's room. Jia Cheng was not a luxury person, his room revealed a simple smell. Mo Feng looked at Jia Cheng lying on the bed with the help of the guards, with a slight apology in his eyes.

"You... cough cough... go out first, I'm fine..." There was still some blood on the corner of Jia Cheng's mouth, and there was no more anger in his eyes. This did not mean how severe Jia Cheng's injury was, but that Jia Cheng's heart was dead...

The guards looked at Jia Cheng for a while, and finally walked out with a sigh. For a moment, only Jia Cheng and Mo Feng were left in the room. Mo Feng saw a trace of tears appear in Jia Cheng's eyes lying on the bed.

"Woooooooo..." Jia Cheng lay on the bed, tears flowing in his eyes, and sadness in his heart.

"Marson, if you are still alive, Yuyang must not be like this now. If you are still alive, how could Yuyang compromise with these devils..." Jia Cheng's words made Mo Feng slightly stunned. Mo Feng did not expect that after so long, he would still be like the last support in Jia Cheng's heart.

Sighing, Mo Feng's figure appeared little by little by little by little by little by little by little, while Jia Cheng's eyes looked at Mo Feng who suddenly appeared but did not have much spirit.

"It's a dream again, it's a dream again, dreams are always dreams, and the marshal cannot come back..." Jia Cheng said sadly, but the moment he spoke, he suddenly started to do something suddenly from the bed as if he realized something. The wound on his chest made him cough again.

"Don't be excited, it's me, I'm not dead..." Mo Feng sat quietly beside Jia Cheng's bed, looking at the military advisor who had been with him through life and death, remembering Jia Cheng's energetic appearance on the battlefield, and then looking at Jia Cheng now, it's really different.

"Master Yuan... Marshal... It's really you?" Jia Cheng slapped himself hard. When he found that he felt pain, he realized that he was not dreaming.

"Sit down first and tell me what happened and why these cultivators came here!" The murderous intent in Mo Feng's eyes flashed. Mo Feng said from the day he walked out of the mountain village that no one could bully him anymore, and absolutely no one could bully his friends...

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