Chapter 1797 1798 Enemies Meet without Jealousy

However, according to Wen Gaoren, at least hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Continent of God already had the existence of a teleportation point. If it is really a temple, how subtle and powerful the formation must be, and how powerful is the law in it. Will it survive to this day?

If it is really a temple, why did it disappear? What happened in the land of gods?

"Why did the priest ask this, isn't it?" Seeing Mu Hanyan shaking her head, Shen Yuhe asked suspiciously.

"I don't know either, forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it so much, let's set up the formation." Mu Hanyan said. Those guesses and doubts were just her curiosity. She didn't have to find an answer. Anyway, it happened hundreds of thousands of years ago, so what did it have to do with her.

"There is a village nearby, or you should take a night's rest before leaving tomorrow." Sikong Qinglan pointed to the Tianyin compass in his hand and said.

"Alright." Mu Hanyan nodded.

Looking at the star point on the map, there is a village more than ten miles away, and then the nearest villages around the teleportation point are hundreds of miles away. Living in the wilderness of the God's Continent is not as easy as the Holy Court Continent, and the opportunity to have a good rest cannot be missed.

Sikong Qinglan left a mark at the teleportation point, and then the group rushed towards the village.

The night was hazy, and after a while, the outline of a village appeared in sight. Although it was late at night, the village was brightly lit, and there were faint sounds of panicked running and the terrified cries of children.

How is this going? Mu Hanyan and the others looked at each other and were a little surprised.

"Xuefeng Pirates are here, honestly hand over any valuables to me, if you dare to hide it, be careful that my Chen Xuefeng's knife doesn't have eyes!" The arrogant roar came along Ye Feng.

"Chen Xuefeng, Xuefeng Pirates!" Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan were shocked at the same time.

However, Mu Hanyan's eyes lit up. She had always been curious about the source of Chen Xuefeng's martial arts, and the rogue who was not well-mannered but with extraordinary skills made her feel faintly uneasy.

She was there for the first time when the Bloodwind Robbers invaded Mujia Village, and the second time Xiang Qiuzhan and others invaded Huayue City. Said, it is related to Baxia Dragon Armor.

Not afraid of thieves stealing, but afraid of thieves thinking. Mu Hanyan would never take this kind of hidden behind-the-scenes enemy lightly, but it was a pity that he escaped twice, and until now Mu Hanyan didn't even know who the opponent was.

He happened to meet Chen Xuefeng, so he must be able to find some clues from him.

Hundreds of men, women and children were besieged in the center of the village, looking at the ferocious rogues with sharp blades around them, trembling with fear.

"What a ruined village, that's all, nothing of value." The door was kicked open by the robbers one by one.

This village is called Guning Village. The villagers are all descendants of the Gu family. Unlike Mujia Village, which is only a thousand miles away from Tianfeng City, although Guning Village is also under the jurisdiction of Tianfeng City, it is far from the main city. Nearly 10,000 miles away, the enchantment in the fief is naturally far inferior to Mujia Village, and the life is slightly better than that of the refugees, so where is the surplus money?

Behind him, Chen Xuefeng, who was sitting high on the red charcoal cloud smoke beast, had a gloomy expression on his face.

Mujiacun suffered a major defeat. His rogues were killed and wounded, and his prestige also plummeted. Most of the remaining men and horses were separated from their virtues. Only a dozen loyal subordinates still followed.

This is also normal. The rogues are also the strong prey to the weak. One more powerful opponent will reduce the chance of survival by one point. Watching Chen Xuefeng's power is getting weaker and weaker, how can other rogues let go of the opportunity to kill him all at once. In the past few months, Chen Xuefeng had led these dozen of his subordinates, not only to avoid the pursuit of the temple, but also to avoid the siege of other rogues. The days of wandering between life and death can be imagined.

"Mujiacun, Mujiacun!" Looking at the men who were skinny and skinny, Chen Xuefeng clenched his fists tightly, and a blood-red color full of hatred flashed in his eyes.

Sooner or later, Mujiacun will be killed to pieces! Chen Xuefeng gritted his teeth and swore.

"Get some rations and go back." Chen Xuefeng released his fist and ordered.

Revenge is not in a hurry, the immediate priority is to fill the stomach first.

He has long known that there is no oil and water to fish in this Guning Village, but he is about to starve to death, so how can he care about oil and water? He finally found a space to vote for a vote from the besieged by other rogues, and he can't be empty-handed. And go back.

The rogues know that the time is short. Once they are chased by the priests of the temple or other rogues, they will not even try to save their lives, and they will no longer complain. Several pigs and sheep were also slaughtered and taken away.

"My lord, please leave a way for my ancient family to survive." The old patriarch walked out of the crowd tremblingly and begged Chen Xuefeng on his knees.

The blood wind thieves were too ruthless, and they didn't leave any food behind, so how could they survive. Gujia Village is far away from Fengcheng Temple, even if it is too late to seek shelter in the city, all of them will starve to death on the way.

"Stop talking nonsense, get out of the way!" Chen Xuefeng kicked the old patriarch until he vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"Patriarch!" Several clansmen quickly helped the patriarch, looking at Chen Xuefeng with grief and indignation.

"I won't survive anyway, why don't I fight with them." Someone shouted.

"Fight, fight with them!" Hundreds of village names roared in unison.

Anyway, sooner or later, it will be a dead end, and they also risk it.

In the roar, dozens of young and strong men rushed towards Chen Xuefeng first.

"I really dare to seek death, kill them all, and leave none of them." Chen Xuefeng said coldly.

Originally, he planned to leave a way for these villagers to live, not because of conscience, but because he was afraid of completely angering Fengcheng Temple. Now he is not as strong as before, and he is facing the siege of other rogues. If Fengcheng Temple will spare no effort The price sent a large number of priests to take action, and he didn't even have the chance to hide and seek.

But the scene in front of him reminded him of the fiasco of Mujiacun, and the hatred and anger suppressed in his heart also erupted like a volcano.

"Kill!" Those rogues have been killed like mice crossing the street for several months, and they have been suffocating for a long time. They only knew what Chen Xuefeng was worried about, so they resisted the urge to kill a big one. , Now that Chen Xuefeng was angry, he immediately roared and killed the unarmed villagers.

The murderous aura filled the air for a while, and even the night wind seemed to have become a lot colder.

Looking at the group of unarmed civilians opposite, Chen Xuefeng wiped a sneer from the corner of his mouth. As the so-called dead camel is bigger than a horse, even if his subordinates are exhausted from running around for days, their killing aura is not comparable to a group of villagers.

"Stop!" The two sides rushed closer and closer, seeing that the group of villagers were about to splatter blood on the spot, and a cold drink sounded.

Almost at the same time as the voice sounded, a tall and strong figure jumped high, and the pig-killing knife in his hand fell in the air.

"Ah!" The rogue who rushed in front let out a shrill scream and flew out, blood dripping from his body.

The mutation suddenly occurred, not only the villagers, but even the Blood Wind Pirates were shocked and stopped at the same time.

"Who!" Chen Xuefeng exclaimed.

"Chen Xuefeng, we meet again!" Two figures blocked the villagers.

"It's you again!" Chen Xuefeng's pupils shrank abruptly.

Although Mu Hanyan changed into a sacrificial robe, he still recognized who it was at a glance.

It is said that enemies are very jealous when they meet each other, but now he is not jealous at all, there is only deep fear in his eyes.