Chapter 1503

"The Emperor Wenren has lost!"

Following Wen Renxiao's own admission, the audience was silent, and then there was a shocking cheer.

"Emperor Mu, Emperor Mu!"

Countless disciples, especially those who joined the sect in the same class as Mu Feng cheered and shouted Mu Feng's name, their eyes full of fanaticism.

Mu Feng, what he defeated was not an emperor, but a legend of an era in the sect.

"Junior Brother Wenren lost... How strong is this Junior Brother Mu?"

The emperors of the sect all looked at each other and looked at Mu Feng in shock.

Emperor Chiyan's face was ugly. When Wen Renxiao became the emperor, he challenged many early emperors of the sect, including him, but he was defeated by Wen Renxiao.

Now that Wen Renxiao has lost to Mu Feng, doesn't this mean that Mu Feng has the strength to easily defeat him?

"Junior Brother Mu's strength is becoming more and more difficult to see through now."

The many emperors who followed this battle sighed secretly.

"Brother Wenren lost to him"

Lu Feng's face was bitter. The person she admired and admired in her heart was defeated by the person she chased and killed in the past and called him a shameless person.

"Brother Wenren, I have accepted it."

Mu Feng clasped his fists and said.

"Your explosive combat power has already surpassed mine, and I'm afraid it can already be compared with some strong men in the middle stage of the Tianying realm."

Wen Renxiao exclaimed.

Mu Feng smiled without saying a word, he can also be regarded as a dual cultivator of body and element, and his skill level is even higher than that of Wen Renxiao.

Boom...!

And at this time, from the direction of the mountain gate of the Vientiane Holy Sect, there was a roar of energy breaking through the sky.

Just listen, a loud voice came.

"Western Continent, the Holy Cult of Light is here to visit!"

This voice came and echoed in the entire Vientiane Holy Sect, Vientiane City, and echoed in the sky for a long time.

I saw white horses with white wings coming through the air, pulling a golden chariot.

On the open chariot, a middle-aged man in a white robe and a golden crown was sitting in the chariot.

Beside him, there are about fifty bright bishops in red clothes.

And in the back, there are 3,000 bright swordsmen following, and each of these bright swordsmen is not weak in the fake baby realm, and they are all strong in the fake baby realm, the Pope's personal guard!

This group of people came to the gate of the Vientiane Holy Sect, which is in front of the gate of the Vientiane City.

"There are so many strong people, why did the Holy Sect of Light come to our Vientiane Holy Sect from the Western Continent?"

"That's right, our sect has never had any contact with the Guangming Sacred Church."

"Looking at the posture, those who come are not kind, and those who are kind don't come."

Countless sect disciples in Vientiane City discussed.

And the high-level members of the Wanxiang Sect also became puzzled. The Wanxiang Sect has never had any contact with the Guangming Sect. Why did the Wanxiang Sect come to the Wanxiang Sect today with great fanfare?

Mu Feng's face was calm, but he seemed to have guessed something in his heart, and this might be his own calamity again.

Sect Master Yanwu came from the sky, stood in the sky above Vientiane City, looked at the large group of strong men of the Holy Sect of Light, and said calmly: "Guests who have come from afar from the west, don't you know what's the matter with our Vientiane Holy Sect?"

The people of Guangming Shengjiao stood in two rows in the void, and the Pope Guangming walked down from the golden chariot, walked flatly in the void, and came to the void above the gate of Vientiane City. Wu, politically clear, young and promising, is one of the outstanding leaders of the human race in mainland China, and I can finally see you today."

"Your Excellency is the Pope of Light. You are welcome. The Western Continent is also prosperous under the rule of the Holy Church."

Yan Wu said calmly, greeting each other briefly.

"However, the Guangming Sect is tens of thousands of miles away from our sect's rule. I don't know why the Pope Guangming brought so many people to our sect?"

Sect Master Yanwu asked again.

"Then this seat is also getting back to business. To tell you the truth, Sect Master Yan Wu, more than a year ago, when the ancient fairyland was opened, my disciples had some unpleasantness with the disciples of your sect. The disciple of my sect Guangming was killed by Mu Feng, a disciple of your sect. At the same time, Mu Feng and his henchmen also slaughtered 3,800 kings of our sect, committing a heinous blood crime, I hope that your sect can hand over Mu Feng and his subordinates to maintain the friendship between our sect and your sect."

The Pope of Light said calmly, but as soon as the words came out, there was a shocking uproar.

"What! Emperor Mu killed Guangming Shengzi in the ancient immortal secret realm, and there are more than 3,000 kings of Guangming Sacred Cult, this..."

"Unbelievable, is this true? How did Emperor Mu do it? This is too strong, right?"

"Three thousand and eight hundred kings, and the Holy Son of Light! This, this blood feud will be great!"

The people of Wanxiang Shengzong were in an uproar, and there were countless shocking sounds, and the eyes of all people focused on Mu Feng again, feeling incredible.

Three thousand eight hundred kings! This is a tingling number.

You must know that the minimum cultivation level of the kings entering the ancient fairyland is the eighth level of Tianpo, and the Wanxiang Shengzong claims to be 200,000 kings, but there are only about 20,000 to 30,000 people who are above the king of the eighth level of Tianpo. .

The Bright Sacred Cult is probably similar, but Mu Feng directly killed about one-tenth of the king's disciples, so it's not shocking.

Of course, those people were not killed by Mu Feng alone, but by the entire Zhan Feng team. However, the number of Kings of the Holy Cult of Light that he killed probably exceeded a thousand people.

It is not too much to call it a thousand kings.

Yan Wu's face didn't change when he heard the words, and he was shocked in his heart. This is not a trivial matter, it can be called a big enmity.

If so many people were killed by the Wanxiang Shengzong, they would definitely take revenge on others.

Yan Wu looked at Mu Feng, and smiled wryly in his heart, how did this guy cause such a catastrophe.

"Pontiff Guangming, this matter is no small matter. How could Mu Feng and the others kill so many people from your sect? Is there some misunderstanding, or someone pretended to be Mu Feng and others to provoke you and me."

Yan Wu asked.

"Sect Master Yanwu, we have seen this matter with our own eyes. If Sect Master Yanwu doesn't believe it, we can check our memories."

At this time, ten Guangming believers stood up and said.

"Mu Feng, get out, do you dare to come out and admit what you did?"

Some Illuminati said coldly.

"As you wish, I not only dare to admit it, but I also dare to kill you here."

Mu Feng stepped forward and said with a sneer, with a move of his hand, the thunder gathered immediately.

boom!

A bolt of thunder condensed in an instant, blasting and killing the person who spoke.

"presumptuous!"

A bishop next to the Pope of Light snorted coldly, and a burst of light energy swept out, resisting Mu Feng's blow.

And the Pope of Light looked at the young man who stood up. Is he the blood of the aliens from the upper world, the Shura devil?

Mu Feng faced the people of the Guangming Sacred Cult directly, without any surprise or fear, and with an extraordinary bearing.

And the members of the Guangming Sacred Cult were full of murderous intent, and their cold eyes locked on Mu Feng.