Shamanism kills the god

Yungong forced out drops of natal essence and blood, which penetrated into the body of the Twelve-Winged Cicada; agitated the spiritual power in the body, controlled it in the palm, so that it could not break free and fly away. .|

Then, a sharp blade appeared in the fantasy mind, and with one strike, the soul was split into two.Half of it settled down in the mind, while the other half broke out and attached to the Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada, controlling the latter's consciousness and body, merging into one...

Under Jian Nu's guidance, Mu Feng recited the formula silently and started refining it on the spot.

The blood energy and spiritual power in the body surged out, as if it was emptied all of a sudden.The Twelve-Winged Cicada, which had just emerged from its cocoon, was shrouded in a thick fog of blood, constantly changing its shape.

Sometimes it turns into a phantom, sometimes it turns into a villain, with a vague appearance of Mufeng, and sometimes it returns to a newborn golden cicada.Slowly, the power fluctuations in the body became more and more intense, and the twelve small wings buzzed and flapped at an astonishing speed.In the thick blood mist, a monster with a cicada face and a human body appeared, with long hair and shawl, wearing a simple Taoist robe!

At the same time, a heart-pounding cry came from the void, spreading to every corner of the painting world.A gloomy, ancient, and incomparable power spread out.

"Taoist Jin Chan?"

Sitting cross-legged at the side, the sword slave who was helping to fight against the wind screamed out loud. Regardless of the deterioration of his injury, he quickly straightened his right index finger and middle finger, using his fingers as a sword, and punched out a series of sword tactics.Immediately, the sword qi criss-crossed and intertwined together, forming a sharp sword array, cutting off the connection between the twelve-winged golden cicada and the soul of the ancient Taoist golden cicada.

Each of the ancient demon gods is an almost eternal existence.

Just like Xue Wuying, the ghost of the demon god who was once known as the ancestor of the blood sea, even if he was beheaded by the ancient sages, his body was smashed to pieces and his soul was scattered, he could be reborn from the blood with just a drop of blood splashed on the ground. %&*"; The Taoist Golden Cicada, who was even more terrifying in ancient times, is no exception. Although his body has fallen, a few wisps of remnant souls are still scattered in the endless void. After sensing the breath of the Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada, he will be reborn Come back to life!

"Mu Feng, it's the last moment, engrave the imprint of Yuanshen on Jin Chan's mind, hurry up!"

The sword slave yelled, and struck out one after another sword formulas with his right hand, while his left hand suddenly exerted force, pressing a palm on Mu Feng's back, and majestic spiritual power surged out.

With his help, Mu Feng bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of life essence on the ever-changing Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada.In an instant, the latter let out a mournful cry, and the twelve rapidly flapping small wings stopped quickly, and the blood mist covering its body dissipated with the wind.With a whistling sound, the little guy spread his wings and flew high, circling around Mu Feng's body, and then stopped on his left shoulder.

Compared with the original, the size is almost exactly the same, but the twelve wings are as red as blood.

The blood-stained wings, the sharp claws like iron hooks, the fine scales... all of them conveyed a warm feeling.As if it is a part of oneself, the mind and mind correspond, as long as a thought arises in the mind, the little guy will immediately make corresponding actions.

The second soul!

After expending astonishing strength, Mu Feng worked hard and successfully refined the second soul.From then on, the combat power is not as simple as one plus one. The sudden sacrifice of the second soul at the critical moment is enough to kill the originally evenly matched enemy at once!

The Twelve-winged Golden Cicada and the Blood Glow are both good at speed, which one is better?

Mu Feng's heart moved, and he sacrificed the blood in his body.

call out……

Almost at the same time, Xuemang and Twelve-winged Cicada flew out, heading straight for a wild fruit a hundred meters away.

The moment it was first started, the speed of the two was about the same, but the next moment, the talent of the Twelve-Winged Cicada was revealed.The twelve bright red wings slapped suddenly, and the speed suddenly doubled, and the gap with Xuemang was opened in an instant, rushing to the front of Yeguo first.At the moment when he was about to hit the head-on, his body turned slightly; with a swish, the wings on his back were like twelve sharp blades across the wild fruit, leaving twelve deep knife marks.

Then, he turned around suddenly and rushed towards Xuemang who was behind him.Opening his mouth, he swallowed the blood in one gulp.All of a sudden, the small body burst into red light, and an even fiercer aura erupted.In an instant, he instinctively devoured the sharp blood light and refined it in one fell swoop!

Great!

Is this the true strength of a twelve-winged golden cicada?

Seeing the astonishing scene, while Mu Feng was excited, a few drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Fortunately, this golden cicada fell into his hands.If I was in a daze at the beginning, kept in the dark by the ghost mother, and was commanded by her to suddenly turn back on this golden cicada, I am afraid that I would have lost all bones!

Where is the ghost mother, that old witch? Is she secretly looking for her whereabouts, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge?

Where did she get this twelve-winged golden cicada?Could it be that she accidentally found the Jinchan cave left by the ancient Jinchan Taoist?

Mu Feng stretched out his right hand, and with a movement in his heart, the twelve-winged golden cicada that came and went like the wind rushed over and landed on the palm of his hand.Sensing the ferocity of this little guy, he couldn't help but think of the terrible ghost mother, secretly calling for luck.Although many days have passed, when I think back to the scene of fighting wits and courage on the rocky mountain, stabbing the ghost mother's eyes, and scaring her away with Ma Yichang and Mu Qingling, I still have lingering fears in my heart.

"The Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada is really powerful!"

Jian Nu nodded and stood up after exhaling a foul breath, "Mu Feng, how do you feel, can you hold on? There is not much time, and we are leaving here at dawn. How about going to find Xue Wuying, the ghost of the demon god?"

After being seriously injured by Tuoba Tiandu, Jian Nu was on the verge of exhaustion.Just now I helped Mu Feng refine the second soul, completely exhausted the strength in the body, and urgently needed to retreat and meditate.Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.At the least, the injury will worsen, and the cultivation base will be greatly reduced, and at the worst, he will go crazy, and the body may explode and die.

The painting world is picturesque, and under Mu Feng's control, it happens to be a good place to recuperate for a long time.

But before the retreat, the safety here is really worrying, especially the ancient five-color soil left by Tuoba Tiandu, which always makes people feel uneasy.Although Mu Feng is brave and resourceful, he is still young and has limited experience.Once something unexpected happens during your retreat, it will be troublesome!

The only way is to give Mu Feng another helping hand before retreating to see if he can help him recruit that big devil Xue Wuying!

"Okay, let's go!"

Looking at Jian Nu's crumbling body, Mu Feng understood the urgency of the situation, stood up abruptly, walked ahead to lead the way, and went straight to the mountain peak transformed by the Eighteenth Blood Witch Order.The Twelve-Winged Cicada, which was originally resting on the palm, turned into a red light and disappeared into the body with a whistling sound!