Shamanism kills the god

After telling Jing Wushuang to go to bed early, Mu Feng closed the door and sat cross-legged on the bed, full of thoughts. .

A sudden turmoil passed like this, without any surprises or dangers, but it was enough to make him realize that the outside world was far more complicated than he imagined.Although he has tried his best to restrain himself, keep a low profile and calm, and avoid causing trouble, it still caused a twists and turns.Sometimes, deliberately low-key and calm, it is easier to attract attention!

At this moment, Mu Feng finally deeply understood the good intentions of Flying Bat and Qing Jing Sanren.Use a song of bamboo sea tide that kills invisible, remind yourself to be vigilant at all times, so as not to be accidentally plotted by the enemy on the road!

After thinking for a moment, Mu Feng took out the jasper flute and played it gently.

After several hours of unremitting efforts, it finally sounded decent.Although a melodious and majestic song of the tide of the bamboo sea was played intermittently, the out-of-tune was finally not as excessive as it was at the beginning.While blowing the bomb, and following the notes on it, slowly, the spiritual power in the body rotated along a mysterious trajectory.A trace of pure heaven and earth aura then penetrated into the body like a sweet spring, tempering the muscles and bones.

Blowing and blowing, my heart calmed down, and I entered the empty realm of Lingtai, and my body and mind were intoxicated in a mysterious and mysterious realm.

As expected, this is not just a sheet of music, it is indeed a rare cultivation method dedicated to cultivating the mind!

Mu Fengfu's heart was full, and he quickly understood the kindness of Qingjing Sanren, and concentrated on practicing.Slowly, the sound of the flute became smoother and smoother, spreading far away along the night wind, and the body and mind became more and more calm, and the blood of the ancestor witch in the body seemed to be deeply hidden.The blood is no longer tumbling, no longer boiling, and every trace of murderous intent seems to disappear invisible.

Before he knew it, his strength seemed to have improved a lot, but as he practiced, Mu Feng always felt something was wrong. It seemed that there was an invisible bondage on his body, which felt like a thorn on his back.I don't know if it's because I haven't practiced the way of tranquility well, or because I have shallow knowledge and misunderstood this cultivation method somewhere.

Without the guidance of a famous teacher, relying on a practice method to comprehend and cultivate by yourself, it is really dangerous!

Mu Feng stopped, did not practice forcefully, and carefully read the music score in his hand from the beginning to the end. .Every note and every line of annotation on the score is deeply imprinted in my mind.Looking at the oil lamp on the table, with a heart move, I set this music score on fire.

It is a long way to go to the Poison Sect, good or bad is unpredictable, in order to prevent the practice of Qingjing Sanren from being accidentally stolen, I simply burned this music book.

call……

The night wind blowing in from the window was chilly, and the dim candlelight flickered along with it.After igniting the last scrap of paper, Mu Feng was just about to continue his practice, concentrating on comprehending the mysteries of "The Song of the Tide in the Bamboo Sea".Suddenly, the oil lamp in front of him turned on without wind, and the flames tilted towards his direction.Looking up, a cold light has silently appeared in front of him, piercing the eyebrows!

There are assassins!

Mu Feng's pupils constricted, and before he had time to dodge, he stretched out his right hand in an instant, and two fingers caught a sharp cold light at the very moment.At this time, I realized that it was not a crossbow arrow, but a soft grass root!Outside the window, in a dark corner more than ten steps away, the figure of a masked man flashed by, and a few ups and downs appeared a hundred steps away, at an astonishing speed.

"Who?"

Mu Feng let out a low shout, his figure burst up, and he came out through the window, pulsating the spiritual power in his body to catch up quickly.

The two walked past the eaves of many houses, one behind the other, and soon crossed a small river and came to the barren wilderness.The masked man walking in front had light steps and seemed to be moving slowly, but even though Mu Feng gritted his teeth, he couldn't catch up.The mysterious masked man seemed to deliberately keep a certain distance.

"Could it be that there is an ambush ahead?"

Looking at the back of the masked man who seemed close and distant, Mu Feng's heart trembled, and the blood of the ancestral witch in his body suddenly surged.In an instant, the blood flowed out, and blood-red ferocious blood vines burst out of the body, wrapping around the masked man in front with a 'swoosh' sound, trying to capture him in one fell swoop.

Death Coil!

Mu Feng directly used the innate supernatural power of the thousand-year-old tree demon, trying to make a quick decision so as not to have long nights and dreams.

Thousands of blood vines roared out together, with a frightening momentum, instantly blocking the masked man's retreat.However, at the moment when the blood vines were about to entangle themselves, the masked man's body turned around, and he escaped from an inconceivable angle softly and bonelessly.

"what……"

Mu Feng let out a scream, and was hesitating whether he should use Feijian to kill the killer, when the masked man who escaped suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Master Mu, we meet again!"

The masked man turned around and calmly looked at Mu Feng who was chasing after him. His voice was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

"You are……"

Seeing the masked man with astonishing strength, Mu Feng stopped in his tracks.

The other party was tall, almost as tall as him, but his body was thin, and the more he looked, the more he looked like a young woman.After looking up and down, suddenly, a figure with a big hat on her head appeared in front of her eyes, and she remembered the mysterious woman who suddenly showed mercy in the mountains last time, "You..., you are the female killer next to the blind master Bi Luotian?"

"That's right, it's me, Mr. Mu really has good eyesight and a good memory!"

The masked man tore off the black cloth on his face, revealing a pretty white face and long black hair, and bowed to salute, "Ouyang Changnan, I have met Mr. Mu!"

"Thank you for not killing me!" Mu Feng bowed and looked at the black-clothed woman suspiciously.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, he could be sure that the other party had no malicious intentions.Otherwise, what stabbed between the eyebrows just now was not a grass root, but a sharp crossbow arrow.If she really wanted to attack, she would have died by her sword the last time she broke out on the mountain.

"Young Master Mu is very polite. The one who really wants to say thank you should be the little girl."

The black-clothed girl Ouyang Channan bowed her body to return the salute, looked at Mu Feng and continued slowly: "Ten years ago, when my late father was a general, he was framed and executed for treason. If we try our best to save each other, hundreds of people in our family, old and young, have been slaughtered long ago. Ouyang Yanan will never forget your father's kindness!"

General Zhonglang?

Mu Feng was startled, the doubts in his heart not only did not subside, but became more intense.

What kind of honor is it for an official to pay homage to General Zhonglang?

Convicted of treason, according to the laws of the Tongtian Dynasty, the nine clans were imprisoned, and all families were copied and executed.My own father, who the hell is he who is able to turn the tide and save hundreds of people from the other party's family, old and young?

Uh...

Before Mu Feng could ask carefully, a long howl suddenly came from afar.

Ouyang Changnan, who was dressed in black, changed his expression, quickly covered up the black cloth, took out a gleaming dagger, and slashed at himself with a 'poof' sound.After a muffled snort, he said in a deep voice: "Young Master Mu, time is running out, and the little girl is leaving. This time it's me. Next time, maybe it's a real cold-blooded killer. Remember, be careful on the road! The young master Mu Tie went to Beiliu Mountain to practice behind closed doors, but the blind master beside him must kill you, and will never let any accidents occur on the young master's cultivation path. He has already sent many masters. On the way Be careful, remember!"

Ouyang Yanan walked while talking, his voice was still echoing in his ears, but his body had turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the dense forest.

Blind Master?

Thinking of the unfathomable strength next to Mu Tie, the blind old man who even the ghost mother had three points of scruples, Mu Feng's heart was shocked, and his face was solemn.