"Kill!" The group of subordinates uttered a terrifying cry, murderously surrounding the Mu clan.

"Hanyan, go!" Ye Yi'an lowered his voice and said to Mu Hanyan.

Looking at this posture, he also knew that today was doomed. When he was in the carriage earlier, he finally couldn't help but ask how Mu Hanyan killed Kang Qingyuan. Anyway, there was no outsider, and Mu Hanyan did not hide it. After that, the few people sifted the meteorites that were almost completely scrapped several times, but they never found the chaotic stone. Therefore, he also knew that with Mu Hanyan's strength, even if he tried his best without hesitation, he was definitely not the opponent of this group of Bloodwind Thieves.

"Take this token to see the left and right priests of the Huayu Temple." Sikong Qinglan also took out his token to pray to the priest and said to Mu Hanyan.

"Master Sagong, you also go, this is the disaster of our Mu clan, you don't need to accompany us to death." Ye Yi'an was slightly startled when he saw Sikong Qinglan's reaction, and then persuaded.

"No, as a priest of prayer, it is my duty to protect the people." Sikong Qinglan said firmly.

Mu Hanyan looked at Sikong Qinglan in surprise. She had seen the suffering of the people in the continent of God before. She actually despised the temple. She fooled the people under the guise of God, but she accepted the worship of the people aloof. What is the difference between the **** stick and the remote and wild **** stick in the Holy Court mainland?

But seeing Sikong Qinglan's firm gaze, Mu Hanyan suddenly realized that she might have blamed the temple. The living environment of the Continent of Gods is too bad. A protective barrier like Tianfeng City cannot be laid down by a few or dozens of priests. It would be good if it could be maintained. Even the fief of the Mu family. It is estimated that the temple has spent a lot of effort, how can they take care of the people of the entire continent.

Being able to provide them with some shelter is probably the limit of the temple.

"To enshrine adults, for a while, Mutu and I will lead the Qingzhuang tribesmen with all their strength to hold them back. You take Hanyan and Lord Sagong to leave, and the little dolls in the tribe. How many can you take with you, in any case, surely We must keep the last blood for our Mu family." At this time, Mu Chenglin quietly leaned over and whispered.

"Old patriarch, you..." Ye Yi'an looked at Mu Chenglin in surprise.

"Mu's village will definitely not be able to keep it this time. One can live. It's good that the Mu family's blood can continue. As long as there is cold smoke, our Mu family still has hope. Therefore, we must take good care of her. Zhou Quan." Mu Chenglin glanced at Mu Hanyan, and said with absolutely no face.

Mu Hanyan's heart trembled slightly. Although it was clear that everything Mu Chenglin did was for the continuation of the Mu family's blood, she couldn't help but be moved by the concern in his eyes.

Just as Ye Yi'an was regarded as the patron saint of the Mu clan in the past, at this moment, the entire Mu clan had pinned their hopes on her.

Mu Hanyan suddenly felt a bit heavy on his shoulders. In the past, whether in Black Rock City or Yunjing City, even if he knew what his father, grandfather and others expected of him, Mu Hanyan never felt that way, because She knew that no matter how far she grew up, in their eyes, she was still their granddaughter and daughter. No matter what happens, as long as they are still alive, they will protect her from wind and rain, just like grandmother did.

But at this moment, she truly realized the meaning of the word responsibility. From the time she promised Ye Yi'an, protecting the Mu clan has become her responsibility. Of course, taking on this kind of responsibility is not entirely without return. The Mu clan's trust and unreserved, even willingness to give her life are their return.

Mu Hanyan's gaze swept across quickly, clearly seeing Mu Tu and the others resolute and no regrets. It seemed that they had already received Mu Chenglin's instructions, and they were also ready to desperately cover Mu Hanyan to leave.

"Kill!" Mu Tu roared, and took the lead to rush towards the rogues who had gathered around him. A member of the Ming Mu clan also found a **** and a shovel and followed him without hesitation.

Knowing that they are bound to die, they have lost their previous fears, and the blood buried deep in their bodies has also been ignited.

And for the first time, a strong sense of powerlessness arose in Mu Hanyan's heart. After coming to this continent, his strength was suppressed, and he was always careful not to reveal his identity. If her strength is still there, how can she be unable to deal with such a situation?