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Zhu Mu frowned slightly. He stared at the battle in the field, feeling very unhappy.

These eight true monks were all monks he was very optimistic about. However, he couldn't even take down these eight guards, which really made him feel a little embarrassed.

"Junior brother Zhu Mu, can your people do it? Do you want senior brother to send someone to help you?"

On the side, the quasi-holy sons of Suzaku Holy Land sneered again and again. When they saw Zhu Mu deflated, they all teased him and felt extremely happy.

Of course, after talking about it, they were very surprised that these eight guards were so strong.

The eight followers of Zhu Mu are also very famous among the true disciples of Suzaku Holy Land, and their strength is unfathomable.

However, they were actually a little surprised that they couldn't take down the eight guards.

"No need to bother you!"

Zhu Mu snorted coldly. It was naturally impossible for him to ask others to help, otherwise, it would be a slap in his face.

What's more, those people didn't have good intentions, they just wanted to see his jokes.

Among the crowd, there were true disciples who looked at Qin Feng who was standing aside. Qin Feng stood out from the dust with outstanding momentum and was very eye-catching.

Especially when he is surrounded by three beauties, he is even more enviable.

In the Zhuwang Palace, the sword energy is still like a rainbow, and the Suzaku divine fire shines brightly on the heaven and earth. The eight guards are becoming more and more powerful. They seem to have absorbed the sword moves of the eight guards and become more and more violent.

"The driving source of these eight guards is not the Vermillion Bird Divine Mark?"

The quasi-holy son discovered the surprise of the eight guards. There was no Suzaku divine pattern between the eyebrows of the eight guards. The core of its driving force was different from the guards he saw outside the underground palace. This made him feel a little strange. .

"What's going on?"

Zhu Mu's eyes condensed, and he glanced at Qin Feng with random and indifferent eyes. Qin Feng and others entered the underground palace before them. He felt that the other party might know the reason.

Qin Feng did not speak. Zhu Yitian, Qian Ming and others naturally did not dare to answer, but everyone focused on Qin Feng.

In response, Qin Feng smiled faintly and said: "Yes, the energy core of these eight guards is different from what the outside world sees, but eight drops of divine blood."

"What?"

"How is that possible?"

After Qin Feng's words fell, everyone around him was completely stunned. They were all dumbfounded and their eyes were full of disbelief.

If what Qin Feng said was true, the divine blood that drove the eight guards was probably the divine blood left by the rumored King Zhu, which made everyone instantly become fanatical.

The eyes of the other quasi-holy sons who have not taken action are also extremely bright. This divine blood is enough to evolve their Suzaku divine fire, make up for their Suzaku divine form, and bring it to the perfect realm!

"This divine blood is first come, first served. The eight guards are fighting with my people. You are not allowed to snatch it, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!"

Zhu Mu's eyes glanced around, and a powerful aura spread around him. He was bound to get the divine blood.

The quasi-holy sons and geniuses around them all felt regretful. If they had known this earlier, they would have taken the lead and attacked the eight guards first.

However, the quasi-sage directly sneered at what Zhu Mu said about first come, first served, and said: "Well, first come, first served. These eight guards were clearly seen by Qin Feng first. If you really want to talk about first come, first served, that's not the case. you."

"Yes, the eight guards in this underground palace were clearly seen by Junior Brother Qin Feng first. You think it's first come, first served. It's unreasonable and unreasonable!"

There were also quasi-sage sons on the side who echoed, of course they know this is just nonsense, does Qin Feng really dare to fight Zhu Mu to win?

"He is just a cultivator from the eighth level. My people helped him stop the eight guards, which saved their lives. Ask him if he dares to have any objections?"

Zhu Mu looked at Qin Feng and curled his lips, showing great disdain. He didn't take Qin Feng's cultivation to the eighth level seriously at all.

After Zhu Mu's words fell, the other monks shrugged indifferently. They were just arguing for Qin Feng because of their own interests.

As for actually going to Qin Feng to stand out, they are too lazy to do it. If the other party fails to live up to his expectations, they are even less lazy to take action.

However, some monks who had paid attention to Qin Feng's delicate heart noticed something strange in Zhu Mu's words.

Qin Feng's cultivation actually reached the eighth level of telepathy, which shocked them beyond measure.

Not long ago, during the Power Conference, Qin Feng's cultivation was still at the fourth level of telepathy. After not seeing each other for a few days, he had already reached the eighth level of telepathy. Doesn't that mean that the other party has obtained countless Suzaku divine patterns?

Of course, although they had guesses in their minds, they did not say anything out loud at all. The cultivation of the eighth heaven was nothing to the Holy Son.

…

The light here is still bright, the sword energy is soaring to the sky, the eight guards are becoming more and more courageous as they fight, and the wave of divine power that spreads becomes more and more powerful, and in the end it has been superimposed several times.

For a moment, the eight monks who were originally fighting against them all had nervous eyes and lost confidence.

Because they felt that the eight guards were like divine furnaces in their bodies, spreading and flowing the astonishing Suzaku divine will, with earth-shattering power, making it difficult for them to control themselves.

"puff!"

Suddenly, a monk was hit and flew backwards and hit the wall of Zhuwang Palace. He slid down softly and lost his fighting ability.

"How is that possible?"

Immediately afterwards, two more voices were heard, and two more disciples were blown away. They fell to the ground with blood gushing out of their mouths in the void, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive.

This seemed to have caused a chain reaction. The other five monks were defeated one after another, and all were seriously injured and had no strength to fight again.

"Fuck!"

"Nima, these eight guards are so powerful, are they really driven by divine blood?"

The surrounding true disciples were all stunned. The holy power fluctuations of these eight guards were simply terrifying. The true disciples were no match for them, which made people tremble with fear.

"A bunch of trash!"

Zhu Mu's face showed a cold chill. He was very optimistic about these eight true disciples, but facing the eight guards, they were all seriously injured, which made him feel unhappy.

These people were injured, which was a loss of face for him. The eyes of the other thirty or so quasi-saints looked at him, making him feel like a thorn in his back and very ashamed.

"What are you looking at? Do you want to die?"

Zhu Mu saw Qin Feng standing beside him with a smile on his face, and he was immediately furious. The other quasi-saints in the Moving Mountain Realm laughed at him.

Qin Feng, who was only in the eighth level of the will, dared to laugh at him. He simply didn't know how to write the word death!

Qin Feng was immediately displeased when he heard this. He raised his head and glanced at Zhu Mu in front of him, snorted, and said: "Oh my god, are you a fool?"

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