Shamanism kills the god

After walking quickly, the little novice whispered a few words in Master Kongwu's ear. The latter's face changed slightly, and when he looked up, he saw a graceful figure appearing on the forest path at some point, accompanied by a maid, walking slowly along the bluestone path.

Wearing a blue robe, she is slim and graceful, and the rich robe can't hide her slim and graceful figure.A light veil was covering her face, her delicate features were looming, and her long black hair was coiled high behind her head.There is an inherent arrogance and indifference in every gesture...

A mysterious woman arrives suddenly.

"Master has a distinguished guest, so I won't bother you anymore, and I'll take my leave first!"

Mu Feng stood up and bowed, knowingly preparing to leave.

The mysterious woman knew at a glance that her identity was extraordinary, and she must have known Master Kong Wu, an old monk.If you don't resign yourself at this time and stay here, it would be too rude!

"and many more!"

Before Mu Feng turned around, the old monk yelled, paused, and continued slowly: "Master Mu, if you are not in a hurry, you might as well go to the He family's ancestral grave at the foot of the mountain!"

He family's ancestral grave?

Mu Feng was a little surprised, he hesitated for a while and didn't continue to ask. After thanking him, he helped Jing Wushuang to turn around and go down the mountain.

"Brother Mufeng, what is the old monk talking dumb again? What does the He family's ancestor's grave have to do with us?" Jing Wushuang was clever and exquisite, so he couldn't think of the old monk's intention for a while.

"Who knows? However, I don't think this old monk will have any malicious intentions!"

Mu Feng smiled lightly, and didn't say much in front of Jing Wushuang.

Although he didn't know the real intention of the old monk, he vaguely felt that it might have something to do with the female ghost He Liushuang who he had received into the Eighteenth Blood Witch Banner.

It is difficult to go up the mountain, and it is not easy to go down the mountain, especially when supporting a weak woman who is just recovering from a serious illness.

The mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk. In some places, there are steep mountain walls on one side and unfathomable cliffs on the other. The road is narrow and dangerous.As a precautionary measure, at the end, Mu Feng simply carried Jing Wushuang all the way down, walking like flying on the rugged mountain path.When meeting pilgrims who are going up the mountain, they will stand aside from time to time to give way.When we got down to the foot of the mountain, the sun was about to set.

As a precaution, Mu Feng did not go directly to the He family's ancestral grave, but carried Jing Wushuang back to the He family's old house and put her down.Blessing the power of the Yang Blood Formation, drip a circle of blood on it again, "Shuang'er, I'll come back after I have a look, you wait here for me. Remember, no matter what happens, don't leave this circle on the ground!"

"it is good!"

Jing Wushuang nodded obediently. .

Although she wished to be with Mu Feng all the time, she knew that going there by herself would not be of any help, it would only add to Mu Feng's burden.In order to reassure him, he stayed alone in the room quietly.

"What's the matter, you can crush this rune, and I'll be right back!"

Mu Feng took out a witch talisman from his arms and stuffed it into Jing Wu's hands.

This is the simplest witch talisman. It has no attack power or defense power. It's just a rune superimposed on it.But as long as you crush it, you will feel it immediately, simple but practical.

"Well, brother Mufeng, be careful too!"

Jing Wushuang stood in the Yangxue Formation, watching Mu Feng go away worriedly.

call……

Although it is summer, after nightfall, the field is also cold and windy.Especially the mountain behind the He family mansion was getting colder and colder.At a glance, the mounds of graves stand coldly in the darkness, and a few groups of phosphorous fires are looming in the distance. From time to time, there are a few nightingale-like cries in the distance, which makes people feel hairy.

Under the hazy moonlight, Mu Feng didn't even light a torch, and came to the back mountain of He's mansion alone.

The ancestors of the He family used to have a thriving population, but unfortunately, there is only one seedling in He Yuanwai's generation.The death of He Liushuang, the eldest daughter of the He family, completely cut off the incense.That's why Mr. He and his wife were so sad and passed away within a year.Over the past few decades, the graves have been overgrown with weeds and deserted due to no one to take care of them.Even some of the graves were almost leveled by the mountain torrents, making them look bleak.

"Miss Liushuang, come out!"

After confirming that there was no one around, Mu Feng cast out the Eighteenth Blood Witch Order.All of a sudden, there was a gust of gloomy wind, and He Liushuang, the former eldest lady of the He family, turned into a white mist and seeped out from the banner, slowly condensing into shape.

"Father..., Mother..."

This time, the gloomy female ghost no longer wanted to pounce on Mu Feng, perhaps because she had figured it out, or because she was concerned about Mu Feng's powerful strength.Floating quickly towards the grave of his parents, he threw himself on the mottled tombstone and wept uncontrollably.

Back then, I committed suicide because of love, and I thought it was all over.Who would have imagined that they would cause their parents to pass away sadly, and make He Fu, which was second to none in the past, reduced to what it is today?

He Liushuang's heart was bleeding!

Touching the tombstones of her parents, at this moment, she felt deep regret and realized how stupid she was back then.

He committed suicide by throwing himself into a well, what did he get?

Loved ones hurt, enemies laugh, except for the ruthless heartbroken man who has been cheap for nothing.Nothing was gained, but the most precious thing was lost!

Wealth is gone and you can earn it again, and your skill is gone and you can practice again. Only the love from your parents will never deteriorate.It's gone, it's really gone.By the time you regret it, you will be too late to regret it!

"Miss Liushuang, let's go with my condolences and see if there is any difference in your He family's ancestral grave!" Mu Feng quietly stood behind He Liushuang, comforting in a low voice.

Looking at the heartbroken He Liushuang, he suddenly thought of his seriously ill mother, her frail body and haggard face.He secretly decided that after returning from the Poison Sect, he would not be separated from his mother no matter what, and even if he went to study in the distant Jiangling Mansion, he would take his mother with him.

The child wants to support but the parent is not there!

He secretly swore that he would never let such a thing happen to him!

"Ok!"

He Liushuang wiped away the tears from his face, stood up, and carefully looked at this ancestral grave that he was very familiar with and visited countless times when he was a child.However, it seemed that there was nothing unusual after looking around. After a long time, he looked at Mu Feng and shook his head in doubt.Until now, she still doesn't know why Mu Feng, a mysterious scholar, brought her here suddenly.

Since Master Kongwu said that, there must be a deep meaning!

Seeing that the female ghost He Liushuang didn't find anything, Mu Feng didn't give up and looked carefully.In the end, he simply closed his eyes, held his breath, and quietly sensed with his soul, standing still.After a long time, just when He Liushuang was about to lose patience and was about to ask, he opened his eyes suddenly, pointed to the tallest tomb and said, "Miss Liushuang, who is buried in that tomb?"

"I don't know the specifics. It is said that it seems to be the burial place of the oldest ancestor since our He family tree was recorded!" He Liushuang looked at Mu Feng suspiciously, confused, not knowing his intentions.

The ancestors of the He family?

Mu Feng was thoughtful and didn't speak. He put his toes on the ground a little harder, and after a few ups and downs, he came to the highest and largest tomb.After turning around, when He Liushuang was worried that he would dig out the bones of his ancestors, he stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the ancient tombstone.Then, with a slight force, the whole tombstone was pulled out.

Taking a closer look under the hazy moonlight, the half of the tombstone exposed on the ground is normal, but the lower half buried in the ground has been covered with a thick layer of iron sheet at some point, with dazzling carvings carved on it. Runes, or spells.The thick iron sheet has rusted in many places, and it has obviously been buried underground for many years.

"Ah..., this..., who did this, who is so vicious?"

He Liushuang screamed in shock, although he didn't know what was going on, but the gloomy spell on the iron sheet was not a good thing at first glance.As soon as he finished speaking, his heart suddenly moved, and a dignified and talented scholar appeared in his mind, "He Xuangao, could it be... is it him?"

"Ruthless, killing without blood, using the evil virtues accumulated by other people's ancestors to change one's own destiny and fulfill one's own future, is really ruthless!"

Mu Feng raised his eyebrows, his face was cold.Secretly hoping that the scholar He Liushuang, the female ghost, met back then who was rushing for the exam in Beijing was not the same person as the scholar-bureaucrat she knew.

As a scholar, he has read a lot of various books, including some books on Feng Shui fate.Although he is far inferior to masters like Ma Taoist and Master Kong Wu in this respect, he still knows a thing or two.To engrave poisonous curses on other people's ancestral graves covered with iron sheets, this can be said to be the most damaging and vicious trick.

"Mr. Mu, you have great powers. I beg you to be extra merciful. Take me to the end of the world to find that villain, He Xuangao, and let me kill him with my own hands! The little girl has nothing to repay, and in the next life, no, I will be your cow and horse for generations." !"

The female ghost He Liushuang had a resolute expression, her eyes were red, and she knelt in front of Mu Feng while talking.

All these years, she thought that He Xuangao's heartless person was just ruthless, but she didn't expect him to be so vicious!If you don't avenge your revenge, what face do you have to meet your parents underground?

As a female ghost who committed suicide by throwing herself into a well, although she has absorbed a lot of spiritual energy from heaven and earth by mistake over the years and gained some Taoism, she still cannot break free from the shackles of heaven and earth and walk around, her soul has been imprisoned here.Relying on herself alone, she will never be able to wash away the deep hatred.

"Now, do you finally believe that I am not the incarnation of that heartbroken man?"

Mu Feng's expression was flat, and he sighed as he looked at the heartbroken, former Miss He who insisted on revenge.Just when he was about to say something more, suddenly the center of his eyebrows jumped, and he could vaguely hear a faint breathing.Turning around suddenly, he rushed towards a bush not far away like lightning, "Who is it, come out!"

call……

In the dense bushes, a black figure soared into the sky, without confronting Mu Feng head-on, he withdrew and quickly retreated without hesitation.Just as Mu Feng wanted to catch up, he roared towards him with a cold light, carrying a fierce murderous aura.I stretched out my hand to hold it, and saw that it was a sharp broken sword, shining coldly in the dark night, extremely sharp.

Great!

Mu Feng was secretly startled, and when he was about to catch up again, when he looked up, the other party had disappeared without a trace.In the blink of an eye, it disappeared like air, leaving no trace except the dagger in his hand!