Shamanism kills the god

three days later.

The entire school palace has changed from being decorated with lights and festoons a few days ago to white cloth everywhere, and there is silence from top to bottom.Although there was no snow, the sky was gloomy and cloudy, and it was rare to see a ray of sunshine.

This day was the day when the former head of the palace, Yebei Palace, was buried. People who came to attend the funeral crowded the academy, even the entire Xiangshan Mountain was full of people.There are scholars and scholars who come from all over the country, there are rich families and ordinary people in southern Xinjiang, there are also merchants who have traveled far and wide, and swordsmen who have traveled here.

Grandmaster Yebei Palace!

For all the cultivators who have been in the world for many years, who doesn't know the name of the master of the Xiangshan Academy?As for any educated scholar, who doesn't know his prestige as the lord of the first palace?

On this day, everyone in Xiangshan Academy, from Mu Feng, the new palace lord, down to the unknown little handyman, all wore a white cloth on their foreheads.When the time came, escorted the coffin and slowly left the meeting hall, heading for Wenhua Peak near Tiance Terrace.It is the highest place in Jiangling City except Tiance Terrace. Standing there, one can overlook the whole city and the sky.It has always been the resting place for the palace masters and outstanding disciples of various generations in the academy.

In front of the team, there were eight Wenbitang disciples in fluttering white clothes, with solemn faces, slowly opening the way ahead, scattering plum blossoms that bloomed in the cold winter while walking; The disciples of Wenwu Hall holding the coffin; behind, Mu Feng and Ye Kexuan walked side by side, followed by the elite disciples and deacon elders of the academy.A disciple of Wenjiantang, responsible for maintaining the order of the funeral.

The distance from the Conference Hall to Wenhua Peak is not far, and ordinary people usually walk half a stick of incense to get there.However, the group of people moved slowly today, and they only walked halfway in the time of half a stick of incense.Looking up, Wenhua Peak on the left side of Tiance Terrace is beautiful and quiet, shaped a bit like a human head, like a student with the sea in mind silently watching the land of southern Xinjiang.

"My lord, report!"

While the people were walking forward, suddenly, a fast horse came galloping, and a disciple of Wenjian Hall who was in charge of patrolling at the foot of the mountain jumped off the tall horse, knelt down on one knee in front of Mu Feng, and put his hands up An envelope, "My lord, a masked man in black suddenly came to the foot of the mountain just now. Seeing that he was behaving suspiciously, we quickly stopped him. As a result, a group of 18 people were knocked down by him. Next, face-to-face For the students from the brigade who rushed to hear the news, the men in black did not force their way in, but reiterated again and again that we must send this letter to you immediately!"

The masked man in black?

Mu Feng was a little surprised, he stretched out his hand to take the weird envelope, and felt it carefully, but he didn't feel anything abnormal.

Who is it that sent me a letter at this time?

Ma Yichang, or which enemy?

Is it sending a letter of condolences, or is there another conspiracy?

……

Mu Feng was puzzled, and after pondering for a while, he slowly tore open the weird envelope.His hands were bloody, and he recited the Shanhe Sheji Jue silently, his body transformed into a mountain and river, and he was prepared.

Inside the weird envelope, there was only a thin page of paper.The above is also very simple, without any words, only a piano and a sword are drawn.

"One piano, one sword, what does this mean? Could it be..."

Mu Feng frowned, suddenly, his heart moved, and he thought of the big devil, the blind master Bi Luotian, his hands burst out with a violent vigor, and he directly smashed the envelope and letter paper into pieces, and walked towards the side The student who reported the letter shouted, "Be careful!"

Mu Feng reacted extremely quickly, but unfortunately, he was still a step too late.

The moment he smashed the strange letter paper and envelope into pieces, the dark clouds in the sky parted, revealing a ray of sunshine.

Under the sunlight, the student who came to report the letter, kneeling on the ground on one knee, suddenly uttered a shrill scream, and his hands that had touched the envelope burned strangely.

Poisonous!

This is an unknown and highly poisonous poison that requires sunlight to occur!

The poison, the timing, and even the change of the weather, the other party has grasped it just right, it is definitely from the hands of a master!

"What a vicious method!"

Mu Feng's heart was awe-inspiring, and at the moment when the fire was about to completely envelop the student and spread from his hands to his whole body, he pulled out the sharp Qiuhong sword with a clang, and chopped off his hands without hesitation!

"Ah..., my hand..."

Under the severe pain, the student who reported the letter rolled around in pain.Fortunately, although he lost a pair of hands, he left a life after all.Without Mu Feng's order, several Wenjian Hall disciples who were in charge of maintaining order rushed up quickly and took the seriously injured student away.

"Bi Luotian, you really linger!"

Mu Feng's face was cold, and he thought of the vicious blind master Bi Luotian, and his formidable enemy Mu Tie who was seriously injured by him in Kongming Valley.

I thought that after one defeat after another, these two guys had to die down.Unexpectedly, it will make a comeback again so soon, and the ghost will linger!

"Bi Luotian, is that old blind man who murdered his father in Kongming Valley?"

Ye Kexuan's eyes flashed coldly, her face was expressionless.

In the past three days, she has cried away her tears and sealed everything in the past.The whole person has become cold and icy; it seems that after the heart is broken, there are no emotions and desires, and there will be no more emotional fluctuations.

The father whom he had relied on since childhood died, and then he was suddenly betrayed by his lover... Such a shock is enough to make people collapse.

Yesterday, after persuading her for a long time, seeing that Ye Kexuan was indifferent and silently unresponsive, Mu Feng had no choice but to give up.Hope, time can slowly heal the pain in her heart.

"That's right, it's him! One day, I will kill this old devil with my own hands and avenge Master!"

Mu Feng's face was cold, and he ordered the team to move on.

Ever since the day when he killed Mu Qingyuan, that wicked young man at the back of the Mu Mansion, he had formed a deep hatred with Mu Tie and his guardian, the blind master Bi Luotian.After the first battle of Kong Minggu and the death of Yebei Palace, the hatred between the two sides not only did not dissipate with time, but became deeper and deeper, turning into a real blood feud.

When he was in Kong Minggu, if it wasn't for the big devil Bi Luotian who made a sudden plot against him, Ye Beigong, who was seriously injured, would not have been taken advantage of by him and became ill.Next, Zhao Wuji, the Grand Master of the court, would not find an opportunity to order He Dafu, who was in charge of the general's mansion, to suppress the situation.Master Ye Beigong with unfathomable cultivation will not die in martyrdom!

If Master Yebei Palace was in its heyday, who would dare to challenge the Academy?

Everything, in the final analysis, stems from the assassination of that big devil Bi Luotian.If you don't kill him, how can you vent your hatred?

Mu Feng walked forward slowly, his murderous intent flourished.

Today is the anniversary of the burial of Master Yebei Palace, so he doesn't want to do anything.But secretly vowed in his heart that he would never let that old fellow Bi Luotian go, one day, he would be crushed to ashes!

Under the heavy preoccupation, Mu Feng didn't notice that Ye Kexuan, who was walking beside her, showed cold eyes, and quietly clenched the hilt of the sword hanging at her waist.