Shamanism kills the god

"Puyang Ancient Town, Puyang Mountain!"

Back outside the city, Mu Feng stepped into the carriage that had been waiting for a long time, and gave orders lightly. .|

drive……

With the long whip in the coachman's hand, the carriage galloped away overnight, leaving the ancient city of Jianshui far behind.

After learning that the yamen servants who cleaned the ruins did not find the corpses of the flying bats and the many orphans they adopted, Mu Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, made a quick decision, and left overnight.

Jiang is old and hot. Although he is very old and injured, but the flying bat is rich in experience and powerful.Having lived in Jianshui City for so many years, he has extensive contacts and well-informed information.Seeing that the situation is not right, there must be a way for him to leave quickly.

I am not familiar with the place where I was born, without the help of Jianshui Gang, a local snake, trying to find his whereabouts in the vast crowd is tantamount to wishful thinking.Instead of wasting time in Jianshui City, it is better to go directly to Puyang Temple on Puyang Mountain to find the old monk Kong Wu, and meet Mei Siniang and Feng Qianjin who are recuperating there.Maybe, the flying bats also went there to take shelter from the limelight.

After sitting cross-legged in the carriage, Mu Feng took a few deep breaths, discarded the distracting thoughts in his mind, and focused on practicing.

First of all, pinch the witch seal with your hands, practice the natal supernatural power of blood refining Dafa, and temper the blood and muscles.After several weeks of scorching blood energy and pure spiritual power, he changed his handprints and comprehended another obscure method.

"Feed with blood, nurture with soul, slowly erode and refine his soul, and entrust his soul..."

Mu Feng kept changing his handprints, and a faint mist of blood seeped out of his body, penetrating into the crystal bottle that sealed the Twelve-Winged Cicada. .|

Slowly, there was a vague response from the frozen Twelve-Winged Cicada.It was a breath, or rather, a faint wave, a thirst for blood.

Toxic Heart Sutra: Beast Refinement Chapter!

The Poisonous Heart Sutra is the unique supernatural power of Sect Master Murong, broad and profound.It not only records the unparalleled poison techniques of the poison sect, but also the secret techniques of alchemy, refining poison puppets, and sacrificing beasts.After a thorough understanding, you can refine the enemy into a poisonous puppet, or refine a powerful beast into a second soul, which is handy to control.

"By surprise, fight poison with poison!"

Sensing the faint soul fluctuations from the Twelve-Winged Cicada, Mu Feng nodded, and quickly thought of the eerie and evil Ghost Mother.

The old witch was vicious and vicious, and he had known this for a long time.Back then, keeping this newly born Twelve-winged Golden Cicada in her body had other intentions.On the surface, it sounds nice, saying that it is for Jing Wushuang's sake to help dredge his tendons, but secretly he regards himself as a cauldron.He tried to use his soul and blood essence to breed this terrible poison; he even eroded his soul to seize the supernatural power of blood refining and the remnants of many ancient great witches.

Mu Feng is cautious by nature, and he has been clear about the ghost mother's secret plots for a long time.But what he didn't expect was that the old witch not only murdered him, but even Jing Wushuang didn't let her go.He tricked the latter into swallowing a magic pill, and treated her as a pawn in the battle against Sect Master Murong!

Even being so vicious to her own savior, how vicious is that ruthless old witch, the ghost mother Li Feifei?

Mu Feng's face was cold, and he secretly thought about how to get rid of the old witch, Ghost Mother, and even taught her a deep lesson.The strength gap between the two sides is huge, and the strength of the evil old witch is unfathomable, but as long as you work hard, it is not that there is no chance at all.

After pondering for a moment, an iceberg-like woman in white clothes quickly appeared in Mu Feng's mind, and he remembered the scene where she and the ghost mother were evenly matched on the top of the rocky mountain.

Mu smokeless!

Mu Feng whispered, remembering the name of the woman in white.

According to what the ghost mother said at the beginning, the woman in white, Mu Wuyan, would go into the mountains to fight her every three months, hoping to drive her out of the southern border.

What if Mu Wuyan, the woman in white, attacked suddenly when she was fighting fiercely with the old witch again?

Mu Feng groaned silently, secretly weighing his chances of winning.With the bumping of the carriage, the ancient book "Past Life and Present Life" in his arms almost fell out. Touching this ancient music score through his clothes, he couldn't help but think of Jing Wushuang who was nestled by his side like a bird in the past.

The poison that the ghost mother made by the old witch is absolutely no small matter. Just hearing the three words "Huamo Pill" is already frightening.

"A few days have passed, I don't know how Shuang'er is now, has the poison in the body exploded?"

With a worried expression on his face, Mu Feng looked through the window in the direction of the Hengling Mountains.After a long time, she silently lowered the curtains and continued to practice with concentration.

After swallowing the Demon Transformation Pill, apart from that old witch, Ghost Mother, probably only Sect Master Murong can dissolve it.Now, after calming down and thinking about it carefully, it is the best way for Jing Wushuang, who has been poisoned, to stay in the Poison Sect.The only thing I can do is to practice harder, strive to break through to the realm of real people as soon as possible, return to the Hengling Mountains to meet her again, defeat Sect Master Murong and bring her out of the icy Poison Sect.

After galloping for several hours, the coachman stopped in a small valley beside the road to let his tired horses rest for the night.

In the early morning of the next day, when the genius was twilight, he continued to set off and rushed to Puyang Temple day and night.Along the way, in order to avoid trouble, Mu Feng did not stay at the roadside inn.Drink some spring water and eat some dry food when you are hungry, and sleep directly in the wild when you are tired and sleepy.

When you come, there are many thrills, so be careful everywhere.On the way back, he didn't encounter any danger again, and he didn't know if his whereabouts were secret, or if Immortal Sword Gate and Master Blind gave up completely.While Mu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, he was also somewhat disappointed.

After coming out of the Poison Sect, while determined to set foot on the pinnacle of cultivation, his desire for killing and blood became even stronger.The body is often ready to move, and a thought of killing all directions and embezzling thousands of miles arises.I don't know if this is my true nature, or because I feel resentful in my heart, or because I am relying on the blood refining method to go one step further and really condense the blood wheel.

After traveling day and night, within a few days, the sturdy carriage returned to Puyang Ancient Town.From a distance, the mountains are undulating, and the highest Puyang Mountain is like a flock of chickens, towering into the clouds.Leaving the carriage at the He family's compound at the foot of the mountain, after a few polite words with the old woman, Mu Feng couldn't wait to go up the mountain overnight.

"That old monk Kongwu, he should stop beating around the bush this time, and he should teach himself to join Buddhism!"

Thinking of the heart attack with Master Kong Wu last time, Mu Feng smiled.

As a scholar full of knowledge, he is all-inclusive, has dabbled in various books, and has also studied Buddhist scriptures.However, if he joins Buddhism and becomes a monk who rings the bell and burns incense all day long, then there is no interest.

Thinking of Mei Siniang and Feng Qianjin who have been kind to me and who have been away for many days, Mu Feng swelled the spiritual power and blood in her body, walking faster and faster, walking like flying.However, he hadn't climbed to the top of the mountain, only halfway up the mountain; when he looked up, his heart was shocked suddenly, and his footsteps stopped suddenly.