At the order of Nangong Wei, many people began to carry pieces of bones to the middle of the altar, and the inner courtyard of the mansion was equipped with a chariot, and a woman could be vaguely seen sitting in the center.

Han Feng had already come out of the room and was mixed with the crowd. There were so many people here that he would be discovered for a while. He observed everywhere, thinking about whether he would have the chance to escape from here with Mo You.

"No matter what the purpose is, since Miss Mo is to sacrifice to the sky, it must be her life. These Mo family members are really not good things." Han Feng felt that it was not worth it for Mo You. As his family, he actually harmed the same tribe, which was really despised.

"Miss Mo You, today, Mo Tu, my son of Mo Li, is terminally ill. Only by offering you to heaven can heal you. I know you blame me, but I have to do some things as a parent, but I will bury you with the highest tribute of the Mo family. I hope you forgive me in the nine springs." Mo Li walked towards the chariot with a cane, and said these words loudly before leaving slowly.

"Hmph, so that's it. It's so righteous to use life to fight for life. The head of the family is quite thick." Han Feng sneered. If he guessed correctly, Mo You would be in the chariot, and his spiritual power in his body turned sharply, ready to take action.

At the same time, Nangong Wei walked out of the crowd, stood in front of the altar, and said with a cold expression: "It's time to start."

Han Feng was quite surprised and thought that this wasn't the old man from the God of Wealth Pavilion before, but he quickly reacted. The matter of sacrificing the sky was probably related to the head of the Nangong family, and he hated him even more from the bottom of his heart.

With the order from Nangong Wei, many men, women, and young men of the Mo family began to sing and dance, singing a miserable and wailing strange song, which made people feel creepy.

At the same time, the chariot slowly moved towards the altar, the red curtain was pulled open, and Mo You was sitting inside.

Her eyes were dull, as if she had been stolen by someone, but the tears left at the corners of her eyes meant that she was still conscious.

On the altar, four small black stones hovered, constantly transforming into various Asura ghost evil spirits, which looked particularly terrifying. At the same time, they absorbed the skeletons on the altar. The huge number of skeletons slowly turned into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What kind of evil magic is this... so terrifying?" Han Feng could vaguely feel the huge power emitted by the four stones. It was a very dark and cold feeling in his heart, as if it was even colder than the murderous intent of the Tiansha Demon Yuan.

Mo You's chariot was getting closer and closer to the altar, and the black light on the altar suddenly flourished, forming a black hole in the air that constantly devoured bones, as if it was about to suck Mo You into the bottomless vortex.

"It's too late, I have to do it now!" Han Feng sighed secretly, and hurriedly jumped out of the crowd, flew forward, and headed straight for Mo You's chariot.

"Where did the wild boy come from? I dare to disturb my Mo family's sacrifice to heaven? I really don't know how to live or die!" Mo Li was furious, and his cane flew away, and he also flew up.

This is his son's life-saving method. If it is interrupted, all this he has done will be futile.

But Han Feng used Qingyun Step, and the speed was so fast. No matter how Mo Li chased him, he took the lead in lifting the chariot, hugged the panicked Mo You and then climbed over the wall to escape. In less than three breaths, many people didn't see clearly how Han Feng was acting.

The spectators around were shocked by this person's calm behavior and speculated on his identity.

Nangong Wei glanced at Han Feng's back who was leaving and found out that he was the young man who had collided with him in the God of Wealth Pavilion before. He sneered and said to himself: "This kid is a little interesting! He can actually rob people under the nose of the head of the Mo family."

"Hmph, do you think you can escape?" Mo Li chased after him, and swung his robe, forming a silk in the air. It seemed ordinary, but there was endless murderous intent in the middle. If you were not careful, you would be strangled by this piece of silk.

"Is that technique the Mo family's spiritual satin technique? It is said that it can turn spiritual power into silk, making people unable to defend against it. The highest level of cultivation can even turn all spiritual power into clothes. Whether it is self-protection or assassination, it is extremely terrible!"

"Don't worry, let's see how the boy who came out halfway will deal with it."

All the spectators discussed the wonders of spiritual satin art, but no one wanted to help Mo You. They just watched the fun, and the key point was to see how the young man in white robe would deal with it!

Han Feng was calm on the surface, but he knew that the mysterious murderous intent contained in this seemingly unconventional piece of silk could be strangled in an instant even if the earth spirit monk was entangled.

But what people never imagined is that such a young talent has already broken through to the realm of heavenly spirit.

"Broke it for me!" He waved his hand and turned into a hand knife in the air with his thick spiritual power, slashing it gently at the silk, and actually cut it in half, turning it into white smoke and dissipating.

"This young man is so powerful in spiritual power? I'm afraid he has not broken through to the realm of heavenly spirit." Mo Li was slightly stunned by the momentum and couldn't help but take a step back. It was this retreat that made him completely unable to catch up with Han Feng.

"Good means!" Seeing this scene in front of him, even Nangong Wei, the old bone who had seen the world, couldn't help but want to praise Han Feng. Although the latter had bought the Tianling Beast Corpse to make things difficult for him, he has now taken away the cold body he used to sharpen the Yellow Spring Stone. But the Yellow Spring Stone can be refined again, and if he missed it, he might not be able to find it again.

The Nangong family has a magical technique that can transform the cultivation of others for their own use. The only flaw is that they need to be of similar age.

Recently, in order for his grandson to be the head of the family, Nangong Wei searched all over the Tieniu Empire and Liuyun Town but couldn't choose the right candidate. Now there is finally one who comes to him, how could he be willing to miss it?

"This young man is young, but he has already broken through to the realm of heavenly spirit. Such powerful spiritual power is a genius of a generation!"

The spectators around were obviously shocked by Han Feng's fierce method of reducing the tenth level, and they all discussed.

"Brother Mo, don't worry, I have already arranged manpower outside Mo's house, and they can't run far away." Seeing Mo Li's murderous intent revealing, Nangong Wei dissuaded him, pulled him to the chair, and said calmly and peacefully: "All of those people are elders of my Nangong family, and you will never fail, so don't worry."

"Hmph! It's best! If my eldest son loses his life because of this, you will never use the Yellow Spring Stone again!" Mo Li shook his sleeves, looked at Nangong Wei coldly, and said in a low voice: "I really don't know where this young man came from. Why have I never heard of a talented man in Liuyun Town who has a Tianling Realm."

"Do you don't know less?" Nangong Wei glanced at him and mocked him with his seniority.

"You!" Mo Li's face was dark, his fists were tightened, and his nails were embedded in the flesh.

At the same time, in a deep alley in Liuyun Town, Han Feng put down Mo You who was hugging tightly in his arms, wiped the beads of sweat on his head and gasped. Even though she was very light, Han Feng hugged her first and first broke the spiritual satin technique, and later he was stared at by the pursuers for more than a dozen incense sticks. He finally got rid of it, and was really exhausted at this time.

"You shouldn't have come to save me," Mo You said coldly, with no gratitude at all, but there was a crystal clear object in his eyes.

"Don't cry, those killers will definitely come back later, and we still have to hurry up." Han Feng was stunned and sighed inwardly that Mo You was moved by no means the time.

"Young master, you can't escape soon. Hand me over. I'm very grateful for your willingness to take action, but this is my fate, I can't escape." Mo You shook her head and pursed her lips. She looked pale. She must have suffered a lot recently. She forced her tears back and struggled to get rid of Han Feng's arms.

Han Feng felt that he had recovered almost. He heard the sound of pursuers running not far away, so he ignored her struggle, hurriedly picked her up again, and said with a wry smile, "Just kidding, this kind of dilemma is rare to make me suffer? The dangers I have encountered are much more terrible than this! Also, call me Han Feng in the future!" Then he stepped on the bluestone tiles on the roof and continued to flee like flying around the eaves and walls.

Mo You had a clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but at this moment, Han Feng was held in his arms. His cheeks were flushed and he was quite graceful, which made Han Feng feel a few little hands tickling in his heart.

She stopped talking, but wrapped her hands around Han Feng's neck, staring at the young man who was willing to take risks to save her by just a chance meeting. What's more, the other person was born in a fair and elegant manner, and he was one of the few handsome men, and he couldn't help but bump into the deer in his heart.

In this fierce competition, Han Feng felt more and more difficult. The black-clothed masked men behind him were definitely comparable to him in terms of strength, and they all had unique body skills, which was barely equal to Qingyunta.

In desperation, Han Feng suddenly exerted his force and rushed towards the poisonous scorpion forest that he had traveled through thousands of hardships before, which made the pursuers behind him stunned. After understanding what he was going to do, he hurriedly chased after him.

"Han Feng, do you know how dangerous the forest is!" Mo You was panicked and felt that this was a crazy decision.

The wind was howling in my ears, there were pursuers behind me, and there was a dangerous and terrifying forest ahead.

"There's no choice, let's take a gamble!" Han Feng was exhausted and exhausted. He was about to be unable to hold on. Finally, he roared wildly, hugged Mo You, who was fading in the beauty, and rushed into the bottomless forest with a thunderous sound.
Chapter completed!