Shamanism kills the god

After discussing for almost a whole night, before dawn, Mu Feng left the Tang Mansion in Zhuji Lane and returned to the Academy. %&*";

In order to guard against the revenge of the big brother Tuoba Tiandu, once he returned to the academy, he set up a lot of witchcraft restrictions in the other courtyard where he lived, so be careful.Unexpectedly, several days passed and there was still no movement.He didn't see the killer sent by the senior brother Tuoba Tiandu, and even didn't see his figure.It seemed that everything was his own suspicion, the eldest brother Tuoba Tiandu was still guarding the Heavenly Capital Peak in the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, and still hadn't come back.

After a few days without incident, Mu Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and went out for a walk from time to time, gathering with Jian Wushang, the genius Lu Xuanfeng and others to discuss his understanding of cultivation.Among them, he also quietly visited Yebei Palace, the palace owner who was recuperating behind closed doors.Maybe it's the coming of the 8000th year celebration. Yebei Palace, who was originally worried and unhappy, had a smile on his face, and his complexion looked much better, which made people feel relieved.

As the celebration approaches, the disciples of Wenjian Hall, Wenwu Hall and Wenbi Hall are all busy. Some prepare the materials needed for the celebration, some renovate the houses in the palace that have been in disrepair for a long time, and some are responsible for receiving guests from afar. guest.

Xiangshan Academy has a long history, adhering to the orthodoxy of the sages of the ancient land. Over thousands of years, it has cultivated countless talents, peaches and plums are all over the world, and it also has many connections with various sects of cultivation in the world.The news of the 8000 year Daqing of the Academy has been spread long ago.Some people traveled thousands of miles to come to congratulate in person, some sent people to send generous gifts, White Elephant Sacred Monarch, Abbot of the Great Compassion Temple, Master Kongji, and even the masters of the Immortal Sword Sect sent people to send rich gifts.

When the students were busy day and night, as a casual cultivator, Mu Feng, who didn't join the three main halls, ended up at leisure instead.After wandering inside and outside the Xiangshan Academy for a few days, he simply went into seclusion again, planning to leave the seclusion on the day when the ceremony officially started.

After setting up numerous illusion formations with the Sacred Terrace as the formation to ensure that no one could easily approach, Mu Feng officially retreated. %&*";

Summon the second soul, the Twelve-winged Golden Cicada, and with a thought, the little Twelve-winged Golden Cicada flapped its twelve wings sharply, turned into the appearance of bathing in the wind, and sat upright on the chopping platform Last motionless.From a distance, no matter the appearance, expression or aura, they are almost exactly the same as Mu Feng's deity.But what is unexpected is that a Taoist robe is naturally transformed, and there is a faint aura of the ancient golden cicada Taoist, which is secretly surprising.

After checking carefully and confirming that there is nothing wrong with it, Mu Feng's true self quickly left and entered the world in the painting.

Ever since the spar dragon was sealed deep underground, the painting world has been full of vitality. Every time you enter, you can find different changes.In the First Battle of Beifeng City, after a blood pool was built between eighteen peaks, the changes became more obvious.The whole world in the painting is permeated with the breath of a great blood-refining witch.

gurgling, gurgling, gurgling...

This time when he came in, Mu Feng didn't disturb the spiritual body He Liushuang and Jian Nu's cultivation, and flew directly into the blood pool.Sitting down cross-legged, the water in the pool was just submerged.In order to avoid missing the 8000th anniversary celebration of the Academy, it is impossible to retreat for a long time, and I just plan to be quiet here for a few days.

The body was submerged under the water surface of the blood pool, and unable to breathe with his lungs, Mu Feng naturally used the deep abdominal breathing method.

The pure demonic blood seeped in from every pore on his body, and his abdomen slowly swelled.The abdomen is getting bigger and higher, as if there is a round wine jar hidden under the robe.When the abdomen swelled to the limit, the body remained motionless, and after a while, the abdomen slowly shrunk.Slowly, it shrank smaller and smaller, and the abdomen was deeply sunken.The blood that has just penetrated into the body is discharged from the pores of the body together with the impurities in the body.After a pause, the belly bulged again, gurgling, and so on.

Rise, pause, sink, pause, then bulge...

Mu Feng soaked in the pool of blood like this, the ups and downs of his abdomen became slower and slower, and his breathing was long.

There is no deliberate practice, and no deliberate effort to cut off the distracting thoughts in my heart, I close my eyes and breathe in and out naturally.Slowly, the Lingtai became empty, immersed in this simple practice of exhaling and inhaling.With the bulge of the abdomen, what is inhaled is the essence of the demon's essence and blood, nourishing one's muscles, bones and blood vessels; with the contraction of the abdomen, what is expelled are the impurities in the body and the turbid qi in the heart.

A grain of sand is a world, and likewise, a drop of blood is a world.Under the sun, no two drops of blood are exactly alike!

Under the emptiness of the Lingtai, Mu Feng gradually felt a strange feeling in his heart.

To him, the countless vast amounts of blood in the blood pool are different worlds with their own consciousness and life.As long as there is enough power, a drop of blood can be turned into a grain of sand, or a flying sword; similarly, a living life can also be turned into a drop of blood in reverse.

A few days passed quickly, and Mu Feng had been quietly soaking in the pool of blood, comprehending the mystery of every drop of blood.

On this day, a little wild goat suddenly ran over from the distant prairie and looked curiously at the rippling pool of blood.Walking to the edge of the pond, just as I was about to stick out my tongue to lick the smell of the water, suddenly a stormy sea broke out under the cold weather.A big hand protruded from the bottom of the water and slapped it hard.

puff……

Before the little goat could turn around and run away, his body was suddenly slapped with a palm, blood oozing from the pores all over his body.The next moment, it turned into a puddle of blood and seeped into the ground, leaving not even a single wool.

Blood palm!

Mu Feng slowly stood up from the pool of blood, looked at his palm, then at the faint bloodstain on the shore, raised his head and let out a long cry.

Unintentionally inserting willows and willows into shade, it will come without any effort!

This time, he was originally planning to meditate in the painting world for a few days to avoid the noise in the academy.Unexpectedly, the seal was opened naturally and comprehended the fourth heart method of the blood refining method.Before he really broke through to the realm of real people, he stepped into the fourth level of blood refining Dafa!

"Give me a drop of blood, and I... will take control of your life! A palm that turns blood, a palm that turns blood!"

Mu Feng's heart was full of excitement, and his fighting spirit was surging.

Recalling the unstoppable Hercules Palm of Eldest Senior Brother Tuoba Tiandu, he is no longer frightened, but has a eagerness to move and compete with him!

When the two palms collided, did Tuoba Tiandu cripple him with one palm, or did he take the first step and turn him into a pool of blood?

Mu Feng let out a long whistle again, and flew to land on the shore.Just about to find a few more wild animals to try the power of the blood-transforming palm, suddenly there was a slight twitch between the eyebrows, feeling a little danger.With a pinch of the hand, the body will disappear quickly!