Shamanism kills the god

A catastrophe comes and goes quickly. |i^

When the genius is dim, everything is over, and the thrilling academy last night has returned to its former peace.

For the students and deacons who participated in the rebellion, Mu Feng did not uniformly punish the students and deacons with violence, but treated them differently.

Those who deserved to be killed were executed without error, and their heads were beheaded for public display. Some of the rest were punished and sent to the Wuzhishan camp to mine mines, some were imprisoned, and a small number were directly expelled from the school, never to be hired.As for the head deacon elder, seeing that she voluntarily surrendered at the last moment and urged the rebels to put down their weapons and surrender, for the sake of the overall situation, Mu Feng did not kill her, but put her in a prison and locked her up.

This rebellion came faster than expected, with turbulent waves.Fortunately, the loss is still within the controllable range, and there is no injury.

After this catastrophe, the academy finally ushered in a new life, and there was no power to stop Mu Feng's drastic reforms.The school is united as one, keeping a low profile externally, and rarely going out; internally, it works hard, either concentrating on learning, delving into the art of war, or concentrating on cultivation, or practicing on the battlefield of demons.

Compared with the former Tiandu Peak Camp, the current Wuzhishan Camp is larger in scale; moreover, it is no longer a private camp of Tuoba Tiandu, but is closely connected with the Academy, and has become a real sacred place for experience.Almost every student has the opportunity to practice in the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, and with the help of the Queen of Demons Liu Ruyan, they are always safe and sound.No matter how many heavenly demons you encounter, you don't have to worry about heavy casualties.

Three months passed by with a snap of the fingers.

Southern Xinjiang, which is far away from the imperial capital, has entered spring from the cold midwinter, and hot and rainy summer has begun.

After a heavy rain, Mu Feng, who was concentrating on meditation, slowly opened his eyes.

Like ordinary students, he was wearing a standard school gown, which was as white as washing and spotless.The sky is full and the expression is natural, but there is a sense of majesty and extraordinary temperament between the brows and eyes.His cultivation base is deep and his essence is introverted. He looks like a scholar who doesn't know how to cultivate. He concentrates on sensing carefully, but the power in his body fluctuates like the tide of the sea.

The majestic and pure spiritual power is as thick as a white mist that cannot be dissolved, and the signs of liquefaction are more obvious. k"; breaking through to the realm of real people is only a matter of days and nights.

"1 years is too long, seize the day and night, when will I be able to break through to the realm of real people?"

Mu Feng exhaled slowly, stood up straight, and walked outside to the yard to breathe the fresh air after the rain.

These three months of meditation did not allow him to break through the bottleneck, however, his cultivation became more solid.With every gesture, there is a surge of power, an inexhaustible feeling, and the sea of ​​blood in the painting world is continuously transmitting huge power.A thought popped up in my heart, and the huge sea of ​​blood immediately set off a huge wave.

During the past three months, when he was concentrating on meditation, the female devil Liu Ruyan did not rest idle, and drove teams of heavenly demons into the Wuzhishan camp.Under the strangling of the prohibition and the killing array, the Wuzhishan camp became an out-and-out cemetery of demons, and the sea of ​​blood in the painting circle became larger and larger, and it became a holy place for Wumen's cultivation.

boo...

Mu Feng slapped a palm on a pine tree, and the palm was light and light, looking ordinary.

The moment he slapped it with his palm, there was no big movement, the pine tree surrounded by the two of them just shook slightly.From the looks of it, it doesn't seem to have any effect.However, the next moment, the entire pine tree began to turn yellow and dry up.The tree is still there, and none of the pine needles has fallen, but the roots inside have dried up, and the vitality has been cut off.In an instant, it changed from a vibrant tree to an old tree that seemed to have withered for a thousand years.

Bleeding cotton palm!

After some meditation, Mu Feng had a little more understanding of the profound meaning of Huaxue Mian Palm.Every ounce of strength is used on the blade, and no ounce is wasted.Slapping it up with one palm can make the enemy look like it has no damage at all, but it robs the opponent of all vitality and strength in an instant.

"The fourth level of the blood-refining method, the blood-transforming palm, what will it look like after breaking through to the fifth level? If the Shanhe Sheji Jue also breaks through to the fifth level, and understands the mountains and rivers in the palm, what will the blood-transforming palm look like? "

Looking at the huge tree that died in an instant, Mu Feng was full of anticipation for the next step of cultivation.

After listening to Master Ye Beigong's teachings and Jian Nu's testimony, he no longer insisted on the speed of cultivation, and let nature take its course.However, I still look forward to the changes after breaking through to the real world.

The longer the backlog, the stronger the outbreak. Everyone understands the truth of accumulation.

After honing in the peak of the elite realm for so long, there were chances to break through again and again but he still didn't break through. It didn't make him discouraged, but he worked harder.Looking forward to the future, he overcame all troubles and twists and turns, and always firmly followed his own path of cultivation, based on the profound and profound blood refining method.

During the battle of the academy rebellion, after witnessing the power of the big devil Yumo, he fully understood that all magic weapons and restrictions are secondary.Only by improving one's own strength can one day truly reach the pinnacle of cultivation and confront the top masters in the world.

"My lord, the young miss is gone, and I quietly left the academy alone, leaving you only a letter." Seeing Mu Feng's figure, a guard quickly walked over and presented an envelope with both hands respectfully.

Ke Xuan left?

Startled, Mu Feng quickly took the envelope, opened it, and found that there was only a thin piece of paper inside.

"Mu Feng, I'm gone, gone forever, don't send anyone to look for me.

My father died, my senior brother also left me, this world no longer has any meaning to me.

Once, I thought that I was the happiest person in the world,

In the end, I realized that it was all an illusion.

Everything is like a dream.

In the dream, I was immersed in happiness, and when I woke up, I was full of pain.

I drank all the wine left by my father, but even after being drunk for three days and three nights, my consciousness was never blurred.I woke up from the dream and wanted to continue to sleep, but found that I could no longer fall asleep.

Farewell, my great talent Mu, my little brother.

If life can be chosen, I hope that my dream can start three years ago, and life is just as it was first seen.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in life, only cold reality.

I have already sorted out my father's collection of books. The key to unlock the rune lock on Yumo's body is the Order of the Mountains and Rivers that my father left you.

Take care of yourself. "

On the thin letter paper is Ye Kexuan's message.

The handwriting is delicate, with a touch of sadness between the strokes.Although the handwriting has dried completely, it still seems to have a hint of her fragrance.

"Farewell, Kexuan, is there really no one or anything in this world worth your nostalgia?"

Mu Feng muttered to himself, stretched out his hand to touch the delicate strokes, his eyes were moist.

For some reason, at this moment, what popped into my mind was not Ye Kexuan's past life when she was performing the music with her, nor her stunning pretty face, but the first time I saw her curling up in the forest on the Puyang Mountain. Moving forward.

If life is just like the first time you see it, and the time is always fixed at that moment in that year, that would be great!

Mu Feng stood motionless, in a trance, as if he had returned to the day when he climbed Puyang Mountain and visited Master Kong Wu at Puyang Temple.

[Author's digression]: The real climax of the book "Witch Way" is about to come, and the beginning of a magnificent chapter is also the core part of this book.

It can be said that the previous more than 100 million words are just foreshadowing, all to lead to the next exciting.

During this period of time, in order to conceive the plot, make various preparations, and sort out various relationships, it took a lot of effort.And these, book lovers can't see it for the time being, but it really consumes most of their time and energy.

In terms of updates, as much as I write now, there will be more. This period of time will not be fast, and I hope that it will gradually speed up in the future.

Thank you to every book friend who silently supports me now!