Shamanism kills the god

Under the erosion and sacrificial training of the blood essence of life, the black air left by the Nine Fingers Black Demon was forced out bit by bit. Slowly, the sharp blood glow gradually melted, and its shape changed accordingly. .

At the beginning, it looked like a sword but not a sword, like a knife but not a knife. It was only as long as chopsticks, a thin piece with a sharp edge.Then, it turned into a flat sharp weapon with a bulge in the middle, like a sharp bayonet.The two wings are sharp, curved, with natural arcs, like a pair of wings spreading along the bone spurs.

Bat sting!

Mu Feng sat cross-legged on the ground, pinched the witch seal with his hands, and slowly refined the blood light into a new shape.The flying bat was as fast as lightning in its hand and attacked the fierce bat thorns, which left a deep impression on him.

Compared with the original one, the flowing blood light looks even more ferocious, the protruding bone spurs, and the cold wings like scimitars are all shocking.As soon as his heart moved, he whistled out with a 'woo', cut off a branch not far away, and returned to his hand with an afterimage.Compared with the original, the speed is not reduced, but the attack is more diverse. You can use the protruding bone spurs to pierce the enemy's eyebrows and eyeballs and other vital points; you can use the curved knives on both wings to cut through the enemy throat and abdomen.

"The attack is fierce, but"

Seeing the brand new blood light in his hand, Mu Feng frowned.

After being refined into the shape of a bat thorn, the blood light's attack became more fierce and unstoppable; however, looking at it, it still felt dissatisfied, as if something was missing.After pondering for a while, he swelled the hot and rolling blood in his body, sprayed it on the bat spine again, and did not hesitate to spend a lot of blood and spiritual power to practice again, striving for perfection.

Under his sacrificial training, slowly, the blood glow gradually melted again. .

This time, he was not in a hurry to refine it into any shape, but forced out the impurities in the blood awn time and time again, refining it repeatedly.Preserve its essence and discard its dross, relying on the mysterious Wumen magical powers and powerful strength to concentrate and refine the essence of Xuemang.

The core of the blood light has two parts.One is a ray of sword light plundered from the cold-blooded killer Dao Duanliu, and the other is a flying sword that is said to be a treasure of the Immortal Sword Sect, snatched from the evil Shaolin Zhengde.Daomang cannot be refined for the time being, but Feijian is different. Although it is already a rare treasure, it can still be further refined to remove impurities.

Under Mu Feng's refinement, the volume of the blood awn became smaller and smaller, and gradually turned into a long and thin needle.It was about three inches long, thin and not much bigger than a common silver needle, and the tip of the needle was sharp.Looking at it from a distance, I felt a dull pain between my brows, and my heart was jumping like a thorn in my back.

Inch awn!

With unremitting efforts, Mu Feng refined the blood light, which looked like a sword but not a sword, and a knife but not a knife, from a short blade into a thin needle.As soon as his heart moved, the blood light in his hand disappeared, and the next moment, it returned to his hand without a sound.At the same time, a tree trunk surrounded by three people more than ten steps away had an invisible hole the size of a pinhole.

Invincible, fast as lightning!

This is the real blood glow, the sharp weapon I really need!

After carefully observing the blood light in his hand, Mu Feng raised his head and let out a long whistle.After some refinement, my understanding of Wumen's supernatural powers is further improved, and the feeling of breaking through to the peak of the mortal realm is even stronger.Sitting cross-legged on the ground without moving, he stretched out his hand to grasp the void, as if he was about to uproot a century-old tree not far away.

With a heartbeat, the little blood light flew out again.I saw streaks of red light flashing across the sky, and a sieve-like moonlight appeared on the damp and dark woodland. Looking up, none of the leaves on the top of the head had fallen, but all the leaves were covered with pinhole-sized spots. The hole, leaking a little bit of moonlight.

After being concentrated and refined again and again, the volume of the blood light has shrunk by dozens of times, but the power has not been weakened, but has been greatly increased.Concentrating all the power on a small point, the attack is more concealed and sharper.Invincible, unstoppable!

What suits you is the best!

Mu Feng pinched a witch seal with his hand, and the soundless blood light that came and went turned into a red light and submerged into his body.

Although it consumed a lot of blood and spiritual power, with such a big killer, no matter how much it cost, it was worth it.The bat thorn of the flying bat is fierce, and even Yanyulou dare not easily block its sharp attack; but for him, the blood light made by himself is the best and most suitable killing weapon.

"Congratulations, my lord, your strength has reached another level!"

Sensing the movement in the depths of the woods, He Liushuang quickly came to Mu Feng with a ray of wind, and crawled down respectfully.Looking up at the leaves covered with pinholes above Mu Feng's head, the shock in his heart was indescribable for a moment.Ever since she practiced the spiritual skills taught by Mu Feng and became the weapon spirit of the Eighteenth Blood Witch Order, she practiced day and night and quickly broke through to the middle stage of the mortal realm.

Originally, she thought that her cultivation speed was already astonishing enough, and she hoped to reshape her body into an adult.Unexpectedly, compared with the master Mu Feng, he was still far behind.Although the latter is still in the late stage of the mortal realm and has not broken through to the peak of the mortal realm for a long time, his strength is improving almost every day.Compared with a cultivator who is also in the late stage of the mortal realm, his cultivation base is many times stronger!

"Strength is the foundation of our survival! Miss Liushuang, you need to work harder. Right now, the blood light is my biggest trump card, but in the future, maybe the Eighteenth Blood Witch Order will be the most powerful magic weapon. The treasure of Yinfeng Sect's township teaching , the power cannot be so simple, there must be many powerful killing arrays. It’s just that we haven’t mastered it yet, so we can’t display it!”

Mu Feng's heart moved, and a wisp of blood mist came out through his body, supporting the body of He Liushuang who was kneeling in front of him.

Maybe it's because of the practice of spiritual skills, or maybe it's because of becoming the spirit of the Eighteenth Blood Witch's Token, He Liushuang, the former fierce ghost, has become a real spirit body.Dressed in white, with handsome facial features, her manners are graceful yet reserved, she looks like a lady from a famous family and well-educated.With every gesture, although there are still gusts of sinister wind, but at first glance, there is no trace of a female ghost.

"Yes, Liushuang understands!"

He Liushuang raised his head, bowed to Mu Fengying to salute, and then turned into a wisp of white mist and seeped into a banner beside him, continuing to practice and comprehend the mysterious spiritual skills.

Now, she can not only absorb the yin energy of the world, but also directly absorb the spiritual energy of the world like an ordinary practitioner.While the strength is growing rapidly, the soul can gradually become healthy, and it is no longer as muddleheaded as before, only knowing revenge and hatred, and is no longer a resentful ghost.

Lingxiu Jue seems to be specially created for lonely ghosts like her; but the handwriting on the pamphlet is full of strength and righteousness.Situ Juzheng was signed on the cover, and I don't know what kind of person he is, who can create such a miraculous cultivation technique.