Shamanism kills the god

ho...

The moment he killed the Killer Dao Duoliu with one blow, Mu Feng yelled loudly, condensing all his strength and yang energy into a blood bead, and swallowed it in one gulp. .In an instant, a majestic force surged in the body, slowly condensing into a blade glow.

Sharp as a bayonet, like a bright moon, like a cold light!

Knife mansions!

The sharpness of the knife!

The strength of Killer Dao Duuliu's body turned into a blade glow.The person is dead, but his lifelong cultivation, his comprehension and pursuit of the Dao of the Sword are passed down by Mu Feng, a rare blood refining witch in this world.

A merciful monk has Buddha roots, an alchemist who pursues immortality has immortality, a swordsman who concentrates on swordsmanship has a heart of Taoism, and similarly, a peerless swordsman has a sword in his heart.This sword light is the Dao heart of a swordsman, the perseverance, will and perception to pursue the truth in the sword.Inheriting this blade light is equivalent to decades or even hundreds of years of practice, and the understanding of the way of the sword is beyond the reach of ordinary people!

hum...

The knife glow in the body, while spinning, is beating violently like a fish.As if unwilling to be reconciled to Mu Feng's control, he wanted to break away.

"Everyone has been killed by me, just a swipe of a sword, can it still turn the world upside down?"

Mu Feng let out a cold snort, and with a heartbeat, the flying sword hovering around Zuwu's blood essence flew out, and collided fiercely with the sharp blade light.In an instant, it was like the tip of a needle pointing at the awn of wheat, and the sharp aura of the blade stopped.

"Blood refining the world, refine it for me!"

Mu Feng suddenly swelled the ancestral witch's blood in his body, and the tumbling hot blood was surging, directly drowning the sharp flying sword and the fierce blade light together. .

Ancient Witchcraft - Blood Alchemy!

Guided by the blood of natal life, based on the will and soul, perform the ancient witchcraft that the ancient great witches sacrificed to all things in the world.

Mu Feng did not hesitate to consume a lot of blood essence and spiritual power, and once again performed the ancient witchcraft of the ancient great witches to refine the world and everything.In an instant, the blood energy and spiritual power in the body quickly poured into the flying sword and the sword light, forcibly erasing the soul brand left on the sword light by the knife breaking flow.

"Ah..., Mu Feng, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go..."

A sharp cry suddenly came from the jumping blade light.

The soul imprint left on Daomang can be said to be the last hope of Dao Duan Liu, a peerless swordsman. By chance, he can be reincarnated or even reborn.It's a pity that this ray of sword light fell into Mu Feng's hand, and the last glimmer of hope was shattered.With the scorching hot blood rushing away, he was completely dissipated.

"Yes, unfortunately, you have lost even the hope of becoming a ghost!"

Mu Feng remained expressionless, and in one go, he pumped out the blood of the ancestral witch in his body again, arousing even more surging blood energy.

Under his refinement, the sharp flying sword and the fierce blade glow slowly merged into one, turning into a red short blade.

Like a sword is not a sword, like a knife is not a knife.With the sharpness of a sword, without losing the sharpness of a knife, it circled the essence and blood of the ancestral witch together with the Eighteenth Blood Witch Order.Compared with the original flying sword, it is more handy to control.An incomparably fierce aura emanated from his body far away. Standing still, it gave people a feeling of heart-beating oncoming.It was as if a sharp sword was placed on the neck, and the pores all over the body were stabbed with needles.

"Blood edge, okay, from now on, this sharp weapon will be called Blood Glow!"

Mu Feng pinched a witch seal with his hand, and the blood churning in his body slowly calmed down, and the signs of breaking through to the peak of the mortal realm became clearer and stronger.The spiritual power fluctuations in the body vaguely echoed the energy fluctuations between heaven and earth.Stretching out his hand to grasp the void, the huge boulder more than ten meters away shook slightly, and there was a faint feeling that it was about to rise into the air.

After cultivating to the middle stage of the mortal realm, the soul can break out of the body and travel thousands of miles at night.Breaking through to the late stage of the mortal realm, the soul can travel thousands of miles during the day, and the sense of consciousness is greatly improved.If one can break through from the late stage of the mortal realm to the peak of the mortal realm, the strength can be raised to another level, the soul can capture objects from the air, and step into the realm of the unity of man and nature.

The unity of heaven and man, as the name suggests, means that the individual and the whole world are integrated into one, touching a trace of fate, seeking good luck and avoiding evil.This is what folks often refer to as 'knowing the destiny'.

When a person is older and has experienced many things, he will naturally understand a lot of truths and know how to do things well.In the same way, when a cultivator reaches this stage of cultivation, he will understand many doubts about cultivation without a teacher, and understand what kind of cultivation is most suitable for him.

At forty there is no confusion, at fifty one knows the destiny.It's just that ordinary people only know one thing but don't know the other, and don't know the meaning of the three words "knowing the destiny" to a practitioner.Many ancestral precepts left by ancient sages have gradually become biased or changed their original intentions after being passed down.

"It's in the water, it's in the water!"

"It's not good, Mr. Mu, the boat is about to sink, Mr. Mu..."

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The screams of Jing Wushuang and Li Qingfu, the old man Li, awakened Mu Feng, who was absent-minded.

It didn't take long from beheading Dao Duoliu, plundering his power to refining Daomang.But when he came back to his senses, he saw that the raging river had almost reached his ankles.After being hit by the knife breaking out of the water to break a big hole, the small wooden boat could no longer avoid the fate of sinking, and it could not be blocked at all.

The torrential rain almost every day and night made the already raging river even more violent, flooding the sky.The river in Fengkou Gorge is more dangerous than usual.Looking at the muddy flood and the shocking reefs that can be seen from time to time, Jing Wushuang and old man Li looked pale and panicked.

If you want to jump into the river, you are worried about being drowned, or being swept up by the waves and hitting the rocks in the river.Continuing to stand on the small wooden boat that was about to sink, and could only watch helplessly waiting to die, for a moment I didn't know what to do!

"Abandon ship, Mr. Li, get your package!"

Mu Feng glanced at the surrounding environment and made a decisive decision.

As soon as the words fell, an extraordinarily tough and slender blood vine burst out of his body, wrapping around Old Man Li's body.Before he could react, he was rolled up high and swung hard.With a whoosh, old man Li's body flew up, he glanced at the unfathomable and raging flood below, and screamed loudly.After his legs landed firmly on the shore, he was still in shock.

wow...

A wave that was half a person's height suddenly rolled over and slapped hard on the small wooden boat that was about to sink, causing Jing Wushuang to cry out in shock.Hit by waves like this, the small wooden boat completely lost control, and slammed into a huge boulder in the middle of the river not far away, at a very fast speed.Seeing the boulder several people tall getting closer, Jing Wushuang, who was naturally afraid of water, felt his scalp go numb and his mind almost went blank.

"Shuang'er, let's go!"

At the critical moment, Mu Feng held the two people's packages in one hand, and the frightened Jing Wushuang in the other.With a light tap of the toes on the board, he jumped out directly.Behind him, there was a bang, and the out-of-control small wooden boat slammed into the hard boulder head-on, torn apart, and was swept into the water by the waves and disappeared.