Shamanism kills the god

"Hey, my lord, listen..."

Just when Mu Feng was silent and let go of a matter in his mind, He Liushuang suddenly called out, tilting his head slightly to listen, "It's less than ten miles away from the east, what's that sound?"

East?

Mu Feng frowned and listened intently, but didn't hear anything.

After late at night, people fell asleep one after another, the whole academy and even the whole Fragrant Hills was quiet, where could there be any sound?

"Could it be that someone is secretly cultivating, or..."

Seeing He Liushuang listening intently, Mu Feng was puzzled, and was about to go on a night outing to see what was going on.A gust of cold wind blew by, and finally some voices were faintly heard.

Faint, indistinct, as if someone was playing the piano late at night, with human voices interspersed intermittently.

At the beginning, the sound of the qin was quiet, like the sound of an empty valley, and the human voice whispered, whispering something; then, the sound of the qin became faster, flowing like a clear stream, and the human voice became a little clearer.Every word was paused, as if he was whispering some ancient poem.

With He Liushuang's reminder, Mu Feng finally noticed the faint noise coming from the wind.

After breaking through to the peak of the mortal realm, he has a keen sense and can clearly sense the wind and grass around him.However, compared with the spirit body He Liushuang, it was still slightly inferior.

A spirit body, without a flesh and blood body, cannot practice common supernatural powers, and the conditions for cultivation are extremely harsh.However, it is extremely sensitive to various sounds and energy fluctuations, and has inherent advantages in this regard.

"My lord, be careful, where the sound comes from, there is an obscure power fluctuation, which seems to be superimposed with some restrictions..|" He Liushuang frowned, with a serious face, "It's strange, what is this place? Why does it seem that there are restrictions everywhere? ? One heavy one heavy, one heavy on top of another?"

"Xiangshan Academy, here is the Xiangshan Academy with a long history in Jiangling Prefecture. Let's go and have a look!"

Mu Feng explained briefly, then put away He Liushuang and the Eighteenth Blood Witch Order, and appeared a dozen steps away with a flash of his body, and rushed away following the faint induction.

Although the sound of the zither is vaguely intelligible, it is quiet and quiet in the empty valley, obviously it was made by the master.

In the middle of the night, someone suddenly played the piano, which was a bit strange.Just in the academy, he almost hid it from his eyes and ears, which makes people even more curious.He Liushuang said that there was an inexplicable restriction superimposed there, Mu Feng was secretly amazed, and walked faster and faster, ready to see who the expert was.

The sound of the piano is faint, indistinct from time to time.Sometimes, it even comes from the east for a while, and the west for a while, erratically.As expected, the prohibition shield was superimposed.

"what……"

As he walked, Mu Feng realized that he had circled back to his own residence.With a scream, he pinched Wujue with his hand, and suddenly, the wind and grass around him rushed into his mind like a tidal wave.In an instant, it seemed as if you were in the sky, looking down at the earth coldly from a height, and you could have a panoramic view of every change in the sky and the world.

Ancient witchcraft - see through the earth!

Mu Feng swelled the spiritual power in his body and cast the mysterious ancient witchcraft supernatural power. Although it was only for a short moment, it was enough for the soul to lock the source of the piano sound.He jumped from his body and ran straight to the east.After crossing patches of woods and schools with clear windows, gradually, the surrounding terrain became more and more familiar.Following the induction of the soul, he came to the top of the Fragrant Mountain—Tiance Terrace again!

Compared with when Tiance was discussing, the area around this high platform was deserted at the moment.Maybe it's gradually coming to autumn, maybe it's because of the superimposed restrictions, and a thick layer of white mist is shrouded around.Standing under the stage of Tiance, only the sound of the piano can be heard, but no one is seen.After hesitating for a moment, Mu Feng resolutely walked over.

The faint sound of the piano is erratic, which makes people feel at a loss, and they get lost or turn around in circles while walking; the thick white fog makes people unable to see clearly and don't know where to go.After stepping into the white mist, Mu Feng simply closed his eyes, closed his vision and hearing, and kept his sense of the soul, and walked forward slowly, taking every step carefully.

Ten steps, eleven steps, twelve steps...

Mu Feng secretly counted his steps while walking, and walked up the steep stone ladder.After breaking into the white mist, after walking less than ten steps, the body suddenly sank, and the gravity increased greatly, as if a mountain was pressing on the body, and every step was extremely difficult.Gritting his teeth and walking a dozen steps forward, the pressure increased greatly again, and he inhaled a trace of white mist that filled the air. Immediately, distracting thoughts filled his mind and hallucinations appeared.

Great!

What is this prohibition?

Mu Feng was secretly startled, and quickly held his breath, his abdomen rose and fell forcefully, making a gurgling sound.The blood essence of the ancestral witch in the body immediately swelled out waves of scorching blood, and the qi and blood rolled all over his body to resist the strong pressure.After hesitating for a while, he continued to move forward.

The erratic sound of the piano and the thick white mist are enough to keep most of the students out.The heavy pressure and the hallucinatory white mist make even ordinary college students quit.However, not only did Mu Feng not back down, but he faced up to the difficulties.The more this happened, the more curious he became.

Later, the pressure in the air was increasing, and every step required great strength, as if he had fallen into a boundless swamp.Sweat was dripping all over his body, and soon, the school robes on his body were completely soaked.Maybe it was aware of his arrival, the rhythm of the misty and quiet piano sound gradually picked up, and the invisible pressure became bigger and bigger.

The heavy pressure made Mu Feng's muscles and bones creak, and his straight spine gradually bent down.The feeling that it is difficult to move your fingers can't help but remind people of the writing tower that implies heaven and earth!

gurgling, gurgling, gurgling...

Under the unprecedented pressure, the blood in Mu Feng's body accelerated to flow, and a violent force erupted from his body.The waist that was slowly bent down under the pressure suddenly straightened up and forced another step forward.After a pause, he took another step.After walking a total of 67 steps, his body suddenly lightened, and he finally walked out of the terrible restriction.He opened his eyes and saw that he had already arrived on Tiance Terrace.

A woman in white was kneeling on the ground with a mottled Guqin in front of her.The slender ten fingers flicked lightly, and the faint sound of the piano came from the ear.Her face was covered with a veil, and her facial features were blurred, but she was tall and slim, with a cold and haughty aura.

Not far from the woman in white, there was a huge white paper standing upright.A middle-aged man with long coiled hair held a huge brush, murmured unknown poems, and slammed Fang Qiu, leaving a splashed ink landscape painting on the white paper.

I saw him tall, with sword eyebrows, high nose and wide eyes, white temples, wearing a large white robe.Holding a huge brush in his hand, he concentrated on painting, and his movements were vigorous and smooth, without a single pause.Or wave a large brush, or turn around to dip in ink, with a face of concentration, unaware of Mu Feng's arrival.

"Hey, is that her?"

After carefully looking at the figure of the woman in white, Mu Feng was taken aback, and quickly recognized that she was one of the five senior officials who were in charge of assessing him on the day he joined the academy.

For some reason, according to what Wen Feixue said, the young woman Ye Kexuan, who is the daughter of the palace lord, always gave him a vaguely familiar feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere before.Watching closely on the high platform, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger.But where I saw it, I can't remember it all at once.