Shamanism kills the god

When Mu Feng hit the bottleneck in the Yinfeng Cave, a woman dressed in rough cloth welcomed in a remote and simple wooden house deep in the Mu Mansion. Led by a black-clothed servant without arms, he pushed open the wooden door with a 'creak' and walked in, kneeling on a pale yellow futon.

The small wooden house is extremely simple, except for rows of memorial tablets, almost bare walls and nothing.In front of the memorial tablet, there was an old man with a gray beard sitting on his knees, motionless.It seems to have been asleep for thousands of years, and it seems to be traveling thousands of miles, not hearing the footsteps behind him.

An old man, a sackcloth woman, a servant without hands.

The three of them just kept silent like this, the old man and the coarse cloth woman knelt on the ground, while the black-clothed servant who lost his hands stood aside with his head bowed.

An hour passed, two hours passed...

There were dark clouds outside, and there was a muffled thunder from time to time, and the wind and rain were about to come.Inside the wooden house, there was deathly silence.

After a long time, a sigh came from the wooden house. The old man kneeling in front of the memorial tablet finally raised his head slightly, "16 years ago, I risked being exterminated to help you rescue the child from the imperial capital. 14 Two years and seven years ago, I spent hundreds of years of work to help you bring your child back from the brink of death. This time, what do you want me to help you? Do you want to order to waive the tribute of your mother and child for more than ten taels of silver? money?"

"No!"

Situ Qing prostrated himself on the ground, motionless.

"Let me punish Mu Qingyuan and order that no one is allowed to bully your mother and son in the future?" The old man said in a low voice without turning his head.

"No!"

Situ Qing categorically vetoed it, but remained motionless.

"Then what do you want?" The old man raised his head slightly again, looking at the densely packed tablets in front of him.

Each tablet represents an ancestor and a person who has made outstanding contributions to the family. . Facing the densely packed memorial tablets, listening to the sound of wind and rain outside the wooden house, I feel very lonely.

"I don't want money, I don't want power, I am willing to be poor. What I want is the safety of my son!"

Situ Qing raised his head abruptly, with two lines of clear tears streaming down his face, "Feng'er's injury occurs every seven years, and it's more painful every time. If it's an ordinary person, it's fine. After embarking on the road of cultivation, the strength The stronger he is, the more terrifying the attack will be. During this period of time, he was secretly practicing alone under tremendous pressure, and his progress became more and more obvious. As the old Patriarch of Mu Mansion, the omnipotent Mu Real man, can you tell me how to save my son, how to avoid his future pain?"

Regarding Mu Feng's changes, Situ Qing didn't say anything, but he kept watching secretly.

The stronger Mu Feng is and the faster she progresses, the more worried she becomes.

"Everyone has their own destiny, let's live in peace with each other!"

The old master did not turn his head, and sighed secretly.

Situ Qing's thoughts, he knew very well, obviously came for the source of life that Mu Mansion had treasured for thousands of years.Swallowing that drop of the source of life, not to mention healing old wounds, it is not impossible to break through from ordinary people to late elites all at once!It's a pity, that drop of life source is the source of strength for the core disciples of the Mu family, and even the elders of the Supreme Master, how could it be given to an ordinary disciple who can't cultivate?

"Mu Feng is my son, but he is also your great-grandson! Patriarch, do you have the heart to watch Mu Yuan's only son die in front of you?" Situ Qing knelt and walked forward with tears streaming down his face. take a few steps.

Hearing the sobs behind him, the old Patriarch remained expressionless, and after a moment of contemplation, he slowly said: "If Mu Feng can break through to the elite level by himself, I can make an exception and let him step on the Chaotian Terrace, and worship a Supreme Elder as his father." division!"

"Thank you old Patriarch!"

Situ Qing's eyes lit up, seeing that the old Patriarch lowered his head and remained motionless, bowing back quietly.

To worship a Supreme Elder as a teacher means to have the hope of getting close to the source of life.Although this was not the result I wanted, I finally had a hope, a hope.

"Feng'er, mother is incompetent, life or death is up to you!"

Situ Qing exited the wooden house, and was just about to turn around and leave quickly, when the servant in black who lost his hands who had been silent all this time suddenly followed up.With a flick of the braid at the back of her head, a few ingots of silver landed right in front of her, "Ma'am, bring these taels of silver!"

"Thank you sin slave!"

Situ Qing bowed his body and saluted with a respectful attitude.

The old Patriarch's name was Mu Wuzui, and he was known as Master Mu.The black-clothed servant next to him called himself a sin slave. His identity and status were by no means comparable to ordinary servants, and he had followed the old Patriarch for hundreds of years.No one knows what his real name is, no one knows his true identity.I only know that although he has no hands, his strength is unfathomable. Looking at the Nuoda Mufu, even the high-ranking Chuangong elders may not be his opponents!

"Master Mu Yuan was once the greatest pride and hope of our Mu family. I believe his son will never be a mediocre person in the future. Madam, if you have any difficulties in the future, just come to me!"

The criminal slave flicked his braids, and disappeared with a 'hoo'.

"I am very grateful!"

Situ Qing bowed again and saluted. Looking at the lonely wooden house behind the closed wooden door, he bent down to pick up the silver taels on the ground, turned around and left quickly.

After a long time, after her figure had long since disappeared, a deep voice came from inside the wooden house, "How did the planner named Shouhou next to Mu Qingyuan die?"

"Chumb down, cut off the throat with a knife, on the body, there is the breath of Master Mufeng!" The sinner bowed and stood behind the old Patriarch, speaking concisely.

"Okay, what a cut throat, Mu Yuan's son really didn't disappoint." The old patriarch raised his head suddenly, his eyes were hollow, he was blind, and then said in a deep voice: "Where is the blood pool, check it out, what is it?" What's going on?"

"The blood pool has not been affected by the slightest ripple during this time, and the power has greatly subsided. It is very likely that the drop of blood essence sealed at the bottom of the water has disappeared!" The sinner was expressionless, and after a pause, he continued: " The sudden change was the day when the family baptism was held, the moment of the sudden change happened to be the time when Master Mu Feng dived underwater!"

"what?"

The old Patriarch's heart was shocked, thinking of Mu Feng's changes during this time, he raised his eyebrows, "Sin slave, you mean, it was that frail scholar Mu Feng who took away the blood essence sealed under the blood pool?"

"Probably!"

The criminal had no expression on his face, flicked his braids, and suddenly made a beheading motion, "My lord, do you want to..."

"No, first strictly block the news, it is strictly forbidden for anyone to spread rumors in the mansion, and wait and see what happens!"

Although he was blind, the old patriarch knew the actions of the sin slave with a slight movement of his ears, "Sin slave, remember, what we want is not a pile of trash, but a real genius! As long as there is a disciple of the family who breaks through Bound by heaven and earth, stepping into the realm of saints, no matter whether it is a saint of literature or sage of martial arts, no matter how high the price is, it will not hesitate to pay! Although the Mu Palace in the past has fallen, it must be our Mu Palace disciples who will destroy the Tongtian Dynasty in the future!"

"Here!"

The sin slave responded and stood motionless behind the old Patriarch.

bang...

As soon as the voice fell, a muffled thunder exploded in the air, and it rained heavily.Looking through the small window of the wooden house, at this moment before dawn, boundless darkness enveloped the earth.The dark clouds in the sky stretched for thousands of miles, billowing towards the border town of Jianning from afar!

On the back mountain of Mu Mansion, above the Yinfeng Cave deep in the mountain, there was even more lightning and thunder. From time to time, shocking snake-shaped lightning flashed across, illuminating most of the sky.The ground was scorched black, even wisps of black smoke came out, and there were traces of being struck by lightning everywhere.The spiritual energy of heaven and earth floating in the air is extremely thin for some reason.

In the unfathomably deep Yinfeng Cave where the wind gusts in the past, traces of scorching blood flowed out, as if there was a boundless sea of ​​blood in the depths of the cave.The blood is tumbling, and the yang is soaring!