Shamanism kills the god

Boom, boom...

In the picture of Shanhe Sheji, there were bursts of thunderous muffled noises. .|

After entering the treasure of the Eighteenth Blood Witch Order, the map of Shanhe Sheji suddenly changed drastically.

Eighteen red flags were planted on the ground, and they rose in the wind, getting bigger and bigger.In the end, it directly evolved into eighteen majestic and towering mountains. The peaks are unattainable, and white clouds float on the mountainside.The entire mountain is red, and the redness makes people more oppressed.

Blood mountain!

Under Mu Feng's sacrificial training, the eighteen blood witch order flags evolved into eighteen blood-red mountains.

Looking up, I saw that the original quiet map of the mountains and rivers, with the vicissitudes of the sea, there were [-] more high mountains in a patchwork pattern, secretly forming a huge wind formation, which became the eyes of the suppression of the map of the mountains and rivers.On the highest mountain peak in the middle, there stood a woman in white clothes standing against the wind, and it was the figure of He Liushuang, the spirit of the weapon.

She pinched a magic formula with her hand, and the eighteen high mountains moved rumblingly again. Immediately, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth floating in the air quickly poured into the map of mountains, rivers and land.

The wind is blowing, the word swallowing formula!

The world in the painting continuously absorbs the aura of the world from outside.

After transforming into eighteen high mountains, the power of the Yinfeng Formation not only did not weaken, but seemed to be even stronger.Not only the spiritual energy from the surrounding world surged in, Mu Feng could even feel strands of chaotic energy coming from the endless void beyond the Nine Heavens.

After absorbing a steady stream of energy, new changes gradually appeared in the map of Shanhe Sheji.

The trees on the mountain, the clear flowing water, the white clouds in the sky... Every plant and tree seemed to come alive. .|The world in the painting seems to have become a real world.The little mouse, which was fleeing in panic, raised its head, sniffed, squeaked excitedly, and then disappeared into the forest that stretched for thousands of miles.

Although the map of mountains, rivers and society written by the great master Yebei Palace is wonderful, it is just a framework.To turn this calligraphy and painting into a real magic weapon, or even a real world, Mu Feng needs to perfect it by himself.In other words, unlike ordinary treasures, this is a growth treasure, and its power is closely related to the power of the owner.

At the beginning, if the owner's strength is humble, it may be just a mere mortal.Later, as the owner's strength increases, it can become a low-grade magic weapon, gradually revealing the mystery of this calligraphy and painting.In the end, it may even become a top magic weapon, even a legendary sacred weapon, with unparalleled power!

"Okay, what a world in a painting!"

Feeling the changes in the map of mountains, rivers and society, Mu Feng nodded happily, "Demons have demon worlds, ghosts have ghost worlds, and spirit bodies also have spirit worlds. From now on, the world in this painting will be called painting worlds, the unique painting worlds for scholars all over the world! "

The more Mu Feng thought about it, the more excited he became, determined to develop the world in the painting into a painting world that stood side by side with the legendary demon world, spirit world and other exotic spaces, and even surpassed the illusory fairy world.

The demon world attracts evil leaders who do all kinds of evil in the human world, the ghost world attracts lonely wild ghosts and the souls of people after death, and the fairy world attracts those who pursue the immortal way.As for the painting world, he hopes that one day he can attract all scholars who devote themselves to learning and develop it into a true holy place for scholars.

In the book, there is its own golden house, and in the book, there is Yan Ruyu.In the book, there is a fairyland on earth.

At that time, for scholars all over the world, sanctification of the body and ascension in the daytime will no longer be an ethereal dream!

"I, Mufeng, make a vow here. I will create a real palace of books in my lifetime, so that the righteousness and strength of the scholars in the world will last forever!"

Looking at the map of mountains, rivers and society floating in the air, Mu Feng made a new big ambition.

Since he was baptized in the family's blood pool and became a great blood-refining witch, he has concentrated on his cultivation and his cultivation has improved day by day.Although it can't be said to call the wind and rain, it is also gradually showing its prominence in the Tongtian Empire.His strength is getting stronger and stronger, and he was named Mu Sanjian as soon as he joined the academy, making it beyond the reach of ordinary students.But in his heart, he is still a scholar, a scholar with strong bones.

Under the guidance of his mother, he read books since he was a child, loves to read, loves to read, and finds the joy and meaning of life in books.This habit and hobby has been deeply imprinted in his soul and will never be erased.

call……

After making his great wish, Mu Feng leaped forward, turned into a map of mountains, rivers and society that was immersed in the sky with a touch of red light, and entered the painting world.

Suddenly, in the elegant courtyard, there was only one calligraphy and painting floating up and down slowly in the air.There is no wind blowing, but this calligraphy and painting is always floating, and will never fall to the ground, nor will it be blown away by the wind.Moreover, the whole painting is getting lighter and lighter, gradually disappearing into the darkness.It seems to have jumped out of the Three Realms and is not in the Great Thousand World.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

At the moment when Mu Feng jumped and disappeared into the world in the painting, Ye Beigong, who was sitting cross-legged quietly on the white mist-filled Tiance Platform, suddenly opened his eyes.Apart from admiration, there was also a hint of surprise on his face.

Mu Feng is full of economics and extraordinary talent, which has long been known in the academy.However, even Ye Beigong, who has lost sight of the dragon, did not expect his understanding to be so amazing. He quickly comprehended the mysteries of the Shanhe Sheji map, and even started refining and improving it without precedent.

Turn the world in the painting into a painting world that can be compared with the demon world and the spirit world, attract scholars from all over the world, and develop it into a palace of books for scholars all over the world!

Who can think of such an idea and ambition, and who can achieve it?

Facing the calm and low-key Mu Feng, Ye Beigong couldn't help but admire him again, pulled the beard on his chin, and fell silent for a long time.

"Father, are you really planning to accept Mu Feng as a closed disciple?"

Ye Kexuan covered her face with a veil, holding a guqin in her arms.After a pause, he continued quietly: "The power and mystery of Shanhe Shejijue have been unbearable since ancient times, and have been coveted by emperors through the ages. Every time a personal disciple is cultivated, it will cost at least a hundred years of cultivation and life. But less than one percent, wasting so much hard work. Father, is it really worth it?"

"It's worth it, of course it's worth it!"

Ye Beigong didn't have any hesitation, "Xuan'er, as a father, your personality is more than quiet, but not domineering. He is not suitable for cultivating the Shanhe Shejijue. It seems that there is no hope of breaking through in this life. If I can't break through, of course I can't let this The ancient supernatural powers of the door were lost. The saints and below are all ants. If they can't break through to the saints, they will turn into a cup of loess one day. What is a mere hundred years of life? Of course, whether Mu Feng has that blessing depends on Let's see if he can return safely from the Heavenly Demon Battlefield!"

"Father, you have been thinking about the school all your life. When did you consider Xuan'er's feelings?"

Ye Kexuan's eyes were slightly red, and she sighed faintly, "It seems that in a short time, the senior senior brother will have a junior junior junior with extraordinary talent. In our Xiangshan Academy, there will be a sage student almost every thousand years. According to the time According to calculations, it is almost this generation of students. According to Master Kong Wu's calculations, our Xiangshan Academy's luck has not yet come to an end. Who will be the sage students this time? It is the indomitable senior brother, the low-key genius, Or Mu Feng, a frail scholar who has not practiced for a long time?"

Ye Kexuan muttered to herself, and in her mind, a majestic and indomitable figure appeared.Thinking of Mu Feng who left not long ago, there was a trace of indifference on his face.