Shamanism kills the god

call……

Ren Pingsheng shot quickly, and when he grabbed it from the air, Mu Feng felt an invisible force rushing forward, and he walked forward involuntarily. i^

not good!

Mu Feng's heart trembled, he knew that it was life or death at this last moment, and being caught in the hands of the vicious and cruel Ren Pingsheng was definitely a dead end.

Shocked, he tried his best to pump up the blood of the ancestral witch in his body, but unfortunately, there was no reaction.The consciousness is clear, but the body has no feeling, as if the body is divided into countless sections by the sword energy pouring into the body; silently reciting the Shanhe Sheji Jue and the blood refining method, there is still no response; , also no response, powerless!

Could it be that he was really going to die in the hands of this old guy?

Mu Feng's pupils constricted, and he smelled the smell of death.

At this moment, I realized that the consciousness is clear, but the body has no feeling, how terrifying!

"Hahaha, Mu Feng, in the barren mountains and wild mountains, no one can save you, and no one can save you! Just give up and wait to become my war puppet, obediently hand over the Great Nirvana Sword Manual, haha Ha ha!"

Seeing the panic on Mu Feng's face, Ren Pingsheng couldn't help laughing out loud, and suddenly exerted force to grab Mu Feng over quickly.

However, the moment Mu Feng was about to be grasped in his hands, a sudden change occurred.

"Is it?"

In the cold wind, came a cold voice.

A white thread the size of a hair suddenly appeared in the darkness, entangled Mu Feng's body and dragged back, quickly escaped from Ren Pingsheng's control. i^Among the women in monk robes several miles away, a figure soared into the sky from the sedan chair, and in a flash, it came to the outside of the canyon, and stood sideways in front of Mu Feng.

After the sun goes down, the dark scene finally arrives.

Under the hazy night, the visitor's face was pale, with almost no blood on his face, but his facial features were beautiful, more delicate than a woman's.The speed is fast, and his cultivation is unfathomable, but at first glance, he looks sick, as if he has not recovered from a serious illness, or he seems to be in bed for a long time.

Sick man!

The White Sacred Mountain, also known as the White Elephant Sacred Monarch, suddenly appeared in front of him!

After flying to rescue Mu Feng, he lightly tapped the latter's body with his slender middle finger, and a gentle force penetrated his body.Soon, Mu Feng's body gradually regained consciousness.

"Thank you, Shengjun!"

Mu Feng bowed to salute, grabbed the empty right hand, and grabbed the Qiuhong sword that had fallen to the ground.Meditate on the blood-refining method, and gradually recover your strength. Instead of rushing to make a move, you should calm down and wait for the changes.

The arrival of the White Elephant Sage immediately reversed the situation.

Ren Pingsheng didn't dare to act rashly, and many white-robed swordsmen also stopped attacking at the same time, and spread out to surround many students.Except for the howling cold wind, the bloody battlefield was quiet, and the Sanskrit singing of the women in monk robes became clearer.Soon, they came to the back of the White Elephant Sage with Buddha dust in their hands. There were not many people, but the many white-robed swordsmen of the Immortal Sword Sect felt deep pressure.

"Bai Shengshan, you and Xiangshan Academy have no reason, this time, are you really going to stand up for them?"

Ren Pingsheng's face was gloomy and cold. Looking at the sickly Baixiang Shengjun Baishengshan, and Mu Feng standing behind him, his eyes became colder and colder.The Yangtze River in his hand was buzzing, preparing to strike with all his might!

In order to ensure success in one fell swoop, he deliberately avoided other sects and casual cultivators, and chose this time and place.I thought that no one would pass by at this time, and I could wipe out Mu Feng and his party; who would have thought that at the last moment, they would meet Bai Xiang Shengjun, a great master of both righteousness and evil.

The White Elephant Mountain in the Western Regions has always been a force that people dare not easily provoke on the land of Zhongzhou, both good and evil.He doesn't bother to get together with famous sects such as Immortal Sword Sect, nor does he bother to join forces with many evil spirits and heretics.The White Elephant's holy power passed down from generation to generation is not inferior to the peerless supernatural powers of the other sects, and strong ones emerge in large numbers.The sick-looking Baixiang Shengjun is not only the young master of Baixiang Mountain, but also the master of it.

Although Ren Pingsheng is arrogant, he has always been unscrupulous as the master of Yujian Hall of Xianjianmen; however, he did not dare to act rashly in front of the peerless master Baixiang Shengjun.

"Killing a person does not require a reason; similarly, does saving a person require a reason?"

The white elephant sage smiled evilly, but he didn't see any movement, and suddenly a white lotus appeared in his hand.Like an innocent woman playing with it carefully, she stretched out the lotus flower under her nose as if there was no one else around, and inhaled lightly, "It smells so sweet. Well, after more than three months, the snow lotus on Baixiang Mountain should all bloom. People miss it!"

Killing and saving people don't need a reason?

Ren Pingsheng was both shocked and angry when he saw the Baixiang Shengjun who was like no one else around.

Although he knew that the other party had always been moody, good and evil, but he didn't expect that he would be so arrogant in front of him.Obviously, he didn't take his identity as the master of the Yujian Hall of the Immortal Sword Gate to heart at all!Seeing him as if no one else was around, the long sword in his hand began to buzz and beat, and his murderous aura became stronger and stronger.

Damn it, at a critical moment, they met a lunatic!

Ren Pingsheng cursed secretly in his heart, although he was angry, but after taking a deep breath, he had to suppress the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "The map of Baishengshan, Xianlu and Piaomiao Temple belongs to you, I will take it away, how about it? "

If the deterrence failed, Ren Pingsheng had no choice but to give in.

The celestial dew and the map of the Piaomiao Temple offered as rewards by the God Lord Kongming are extremely rare, but for him, Mu Feng is more important.Bringing him back to the Immortal Sword Gate will not only force out the Da Nirvana Sword Manual, but also cut off his head to pay homage to his dead son and disciples, and vent his anger in his heart!

"Hahaha, isn't the Immortal Sword Sect always known as an upright and upright sect? When did it start to engage in this kind of business?"

Baixiang Shengjun laughed, turned a blind eye to Ren Pingsheng's anger, and continued slowly and methodically: "A master at the master level actually personally ambushed and killed a young man in the elite level, tsk tsk, it is really rare in the world, and the world is getting worse. Chaos is approaching, it seems that this great world is getting more and more chaotic, and all kinds of ghosts and ghosts have come out."

There was a disdainful smile on Baixiang Shengjun's face. Under his ridicule, Ren Pingsheng's old face was flushed, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't hold it anymore. He suddenly raised the sharp long sword in his hand, and flew towards the opponent, "Okay, Baixiang Sheng Jun, then let me learn from you, you are very good at Baixiang Shenggong!"

hum...

Ren Pingsheng, who was humiliated in public, was extremely angry and attacked with all his strength.

When the sword is cut out, the surrounding air is rippling, as if countless wind blades are brewing in the sky and the world, and they are about to turn into flying swords and roar out, cutting everything in the world into pieces.

Yu Jian Jue!

As the master of Yujiantang, with the same skill, Ren Pingsheng is many times more powerful than his disciple Zhanfeng who stood up in Kongming Valley.Cut out with a sword, everyone changes color!