Shamanism kills the god

Back at Mu Mansion, it was the dead of night again. .

After closing the door, Mu Feng felt exhausted, almost lost the strength to walk, and wished he could fall asleep on the bed with his head covered.There was soreness all over his body, his chest, abdomen and other vital organs were all hit by the cracking tiger, black and bruised, as if his bones were about to break.Another person, who received such a heavy blow, might have ruptured his internal organs and died on the mountain.

"The fierce tiger splits the sky, the fierce tiger splits the sky!"

Mu Feng groaned, slowly sat down cross-legged, and silently recited Qingfeng Jue.Wisps of pure heaven and earth spiritual energy penetrated the body immediately, turning into streams of cold currents circulating in the body, silently healing the injuries and nourishing the tendons.

After a fierce battle, the shaoyin and shaoyang channels that were blocked since childhood were obviously loosened; but maybe it was blocked for too long and the damage was too serious, no matter how much spiritual power poured in, it was not enough to absorb.After absorbing a large amount of spiritual power, these two tendons became more and more tough, but they couldn't be dredged in one fell swoop, and the surging spiritual power couldn't run for a complete cycle.

So far away!

Obviously, he has seen the hope of a breakthrough, and there is only the last half step left, but he has been unable to break through for a long time.The last half step is as far away as the ends of the earth, beyond reach!

"Success or failure depends on tomorrow's final battle!"

Mu Feng pondered for a moment, took out the Eighteen Yinfeng Command Flags from his bosom, observed and pondered carefully.

This can be said to be the only magic weapon in him. Tomorrow's final battle with Splitting Tiger will undoubtedly be the most dangerous and intense.One mistake, maybe before the Shaoyin and Shaoyang veins were completely dredged, he would die in the hands of Tianhu Lie.The opponent is already so powerful before using a weapon, how terrible will the attack be with the magic weapon he is used to?

Thinking of the fierceness and ferocity of Jinghu, the sky-cracking tiger, Mu Feng's face was solemn. .

Eerie, cold, heavy...

The small flag is surprisingly heavy, each pole weighs at least a dozen kilograms, and it is unknown what material it is made of.Stretching out his hand to touch it, his fingertips touched the dense runes, and the tentacles were cold.Countless runes are stacked on top of each other to form mysterious patterns. At first glance, they look like eerie skulls; when you look closely, they look like ferocious ghosts, with gusts of sinister wind blowing towards your face.

Tee, Tee, Tee...

After observing for a while, Mu Feng poured in a stream of pure spiritual power, and then threw out the eighteen flags with his hands, and placed them in a circle centered on his body and inserted them on the ground.In an instant, the eighteen poles made the flag automatic without wind, and the wind was gusty, and inhuman ghosts and wolves were faintly heard.

Uh...

After a mournful whimper, the eighteen-pole command flag rose in the wind, and a sinister and ferocious skeleton appeared on each flag.With a swipe of the bone claw, half of his body protruded from the flag, as if he was about to step out of the flag in one step.The eighteen-pole command flag was beating violently and whirring, as if it was about to leave the ground and break through the air.

"Witchcraft is boundless, practice it for me!"

Mu Feng shouted violently, and forced out eighteen drops of blood essence, which bounced onto the eighteen command flags respectively, and pinched a mysterious witch seal in his hand.

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.

In ancient times, great witches led their clansmen to open up territories and fight against heaven and earth.At that time, there were ferocious beasts running on the ground that could tear space with one claw, and giant birds flying thousands of miles away by flapping their wings in the air. They were worshiped as gods by many alien races, and only the indomitable ancient witches dared to fight against them. .For the great witches at that time, a fallen leaf and a drop of rain were both deadly weapons, and they realized the art of blood refining that could refine everything in the world.

hum...

After absorbing a drop of Mu Feng's blood essence, the fierce beating of the Eighteen Command Flags eased, and a red light appeared on them.The densely packed runes were engraved with the indelible soul brand of Mu Feng, the great blood-refining witch.

In an instant, the skeleton on the flag struggled desperately, but the figure faded away, replaced by eighteen sinister ghosts.Then, the flag flickered, and eighteen figures of Shura holding sickles appeared... Finally, what was fixed on the flag were not skeletons and evil spirits, but eighteen thousand-foot-tall ancient ancestor witches!

His face was blurred and his figure was dim, but Qi Qi raised his head and roared, and an unparalleled coercion rushed towards his face.It seems that the Eighteen Ancestral Witches who have traversed the ancient times are about to wake up from the long river of fate!

"Ancient witchcraft, gathering souls!"

Mu Feng reacted very quickly, quickly changing the witch seals, condensing the will and souls of the ancient great witches lost in various time and space, hoping to call out the mighty eighteen ancestor witches on the banner.

It's a pity that the spiritual power in the body can't circulate for a full cycle, and every time it reaches the Shaoyin and Shaoyang veins, it will suddenly stop, and I can only watch helplessly as the figure of the Eighteenth Ancestral Witch fades away and disappears into the talisman filled with talismans. text banner.After shaking for a while, the eighteen command flags turned into the size of a palm again, and they all fell on the hands when they stretched out their hands and grabbed them.

Compared with the original, the size and weight have not changed, but there is a touch of red light, and a small but clear word 'Witch' is added on the flagpole, penetrating three points!

good stuff!

Carefully touching the word 'Witch' on the flagpole, Mu Feng was very excited.

Just now, although the eighteen powerful ancient ancestor witches could not be summoned in one go, the power of the eighteen command flags is beyond doubt.As long as you have enough spiritual power and consciousness, you can summon eighteen powerful skeletons, evil spirits, Shura..., and even mighty ancestral witches, gods can block and kill gods, and Buddhas can block and kill Buddhas!

"Blood refining witch, blood refining Dafa, from now on, these eighteen command flags will be called eighteen blood witch orders!"

Mu Feng let out a long howl, high-spirited and full of fighting spirit, his stomach was gurgling, and it became louder and louder like thunder.

The eighteen command flags gave him the hope of stepping onto the peak of his cultivation. It would be a waste for such a peerless treasure to be taken by that despicable villain, Shouhou.To a certain extent, these are the [-] peerless magic weapons that condense the aura and soul of the world and can summon [-] powerful men to help out.The stronger one's own strength, the greater the power of this magic weapon!

"Split Tianhu, I hope you don't let me down tomorrow!"

Looking up at the white belly in the sky, Mu Feng exhaled slowly.

After midnight, the deadline for paying the tribute money is getting closer.

If he completely repaired his tendons and broke through to the mortal realm in one fell swoop, he would be able to feel proud and exempt from the hateful tribute money, and his mother would no longer have to look at other people's faces.If unfortunately the attack fails, the mother and son will be expelled from the Mu residence.Without the protection of the Mu Mansion's laws, it is conceivable that Mu Qingyuan and his henchmen would never easily let their mother and child go.

Penultimate day!

Mu Feng's face was firm and resolute, and he continued to bury his head in hard work under the mountain-like pressure, waiting for the decisive battle to come!