Shamanism kills the god

Worship to the sky, reach the sky in one step!

Mu Feng stood motionless on the edge of the cliff, devouring the majestic and pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the air like a whale swallowing sea water, hungry and thirsty. .

A pair of ferocious blood-red armor appeared on his body again, and along with the threatening heat wave, the spiritual power fluctuations in his body rose steadily.Slowly, the flat stone slabs under his feet began to heat up, and the air twisted and deformed. Looking from a distance, he could no longer see his facial features clearly, and could only vaguely see a blood-red war chest that made his scalp tingle. First.

Great!

Brother Mu Feng, what kind of skill is he practicing?The flame knife, or the legendary Burning Heaven Art?

The overwhelming heat wave forced Mu Qingzhu to retreat far away to the edge of the rooftop.Looking at the ferocious blood armor on Mu Feng's body, he couldn't help but feel a deep fear in his heart. If he hadn't watched Mu Feng's cultivation with his own eyes, he would have thought it was some kind of big devil!That powerful coercion is not like an ordinary disciple in the early stage of the mortal realm who has not been practicing for a long time, but it is even scarier than a Qingjiawei in the middle stage of the mortal realm!

"The last half step, just a little bit..."

After a long time, Mu Feng let out a sigh, and the strong ups and downs of his abdomen gradually eased, and he slowly opened his eyes.The ferocious blood armor on his body disappeared.

With the influx of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, the feeling of flying away is getting stronger and stronger. It seems that there is something in the mind that is about to come out. This is a sign that the spirit is about to leave the body.If you rush over smoothly, you will be able to break through to the middle stage of the mortal realm in one fell swoop.It's a pity that although the feeling is getting stronger and stronger, this last half step has been delayed.

"Brother Mu Feng, are you sure that you really only cultivated to the early stage of the mortal realm?" Mu Qingzhu looked Mu Feng up and down, recalling his hideous appearance just now, he was still terrified.

"Even the soul can't get out of the body, isn't it the early stage of the mortal realm, is it the late stage?"

Mu Feng smiled, took out the small bottle in his arms, and carefully opened the cap. .

The Twelve-Winged Cicada, the size of a grain of rice, still had its eyes closed, lying quietly on the bottom of the bottle, only the wings on its body moved slightly occasionally, and it looked weak.After pondering for a moment, Mu Feng used his kung fu to force out a drop of blood, aiming at the mouth of the bottle and dropping it.

drop……

A thick drop of blood essence soaked the little twelve-winged golden cicada in it.Looking through the translucent vial, the newly born little guy seems to be motionless, but if you observe carefully, you can find that it is opening its mouth wide, swallowing fresh blood.Soon, a feeling of blood connection came from it, kindness and harmony, accompanied by a feeling of tyranny and thirst for blood.With a light flick of the twelve newborn wings, the air in the bottle buzzed, flapping thousands of times in one breath, at an astonishingly fast speed.

Great!

Mu Feng's face was solemn, and he quickly covered the bottle, lest the little guy spread his wings and leave suddenly.

This little thing can't be careless, not only is it fierce and terrifying, but also has an inexplicable relationship with the vicious ghost mother.If something goes wrong accidentally, it will be troublesome.

Seeing him being so cautious, Mu Qingzhu widened her eyes curiously, "Brother Mu Feng, what is this?"

"Sword, a double-edged sword!"

Mu Feng carefully hid the small bottle close to his body, and when the sun started to set, he greeted Mu Qingzhu loudly and left first.After a few ups and downs, he disappeared without a trace, and went to the stone mountain in the Hundred Thousand Mountains as promised.

"sword?"

Behind him, Mu Qingzhu was puzzled. After a long time, after confirming that he was far away, he took out a copper bell and shook it, and said to the air: "Okay, sister Qingling, come out! How about it, brother Mufeng's Talent is not bad, right?"

As soon as the bell rang, the clouds and mist in the sky gradually dispersed, revealing a cold girl in white clothes, who was the so-called genius Mu Qingling.The icy and clean body gradually emerged from the clouds, his face was icy cold, and there was a trace of blood on his fingers.He didn't listen to Mu Qingzhu's question, and said thoughtfully, "Well, brutal and bloodthirsty, could it be that... the master is looking for him?"

At the moment when Mu Feng was concentrating on cultivation and the blood armor appeared on his body, Mu Qingling who was hidden in the clouds suddenly caught a vaguely familiar breath.

"What master, sister Qingling, what did you say?"

Mu Qingzhu was confused, not knowing what Mu Qingling in the sky was talking about.

This time, she managed to convince Mu Qingling, a genius, and begged her to help her find out what Mu Feng's qualifications were, and see if there was any way to help him improve his strength quickly.

The news that Mu Feng had abolished the two evil young men had already spread throughout the city.Neither Mu Qingyuan nor Captain Jianning were ordinary people. After hearing the news, Mu Qingzhu was more worried than Mu Feng himself.It's hard to talk about it, and then I can persuade Mu Qingling to help.

"The talent is not bad, but..., the murderous intent is too heavy. Qingzhu, it's best to stay away from him in the future!"

Mu Qingling's tone was cold, and with a flip of his right hand, the blood entangled in his fingers dissipated with the wind.Standing up and stepping out, the figure quickly went away, gradually disappeared in the boundless clouds and mist, and returned to Wuyandongtian.

"Well, don't go, sister Qingling, don't go yet..." Seeing that she left after only saying a word, she stamped her feet angrily at Mu Qingzhu on the rooftop.

It's a pity that it's useless to shout loudly, Mu Qingling's figure turned out to be farther away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, but a cold voice came faintly from the clouds, "Mu..., Mu Tie will be back soon, let... ..., let him be small..., be careful, good..., let him do it for himself..."

Mu Tie?

The great disciple of Chuan Gong, known as the young master of the Mu family, and the cultivation genius Mu Tie who is as famous as Qing Ling's sister?

Mu Qingzhu was startled when she heard the words, and realized that her worries were indeed right, she stomped her feet and left quickly.I was going to quickly tell Mu Feng the shocking news in advance, but I didn't expect to find him for a long time, and I don't know where he went at night.

When she was looking around worryingly, a young woman suddenly appeared in the depths of the Mufu Cave, a place surrounded by clouds and mist all year round that ordinary people could not reach.It was none other than Mu Qingling who was devoted to cultivation and was cold in front of the clansmen.With a fist in hand, the thick clouds in front of him spread out to both sides, revealing a huge ancient altar.

On the ancient altar, sat a motionless woman in white.Breathing is vague, and the cold air is pressing, like a thousand-year-old ice sculpture without a trace of life.Looking closely, the facial features are exquisite and delicate, and the white robe on her body is spotless, like a fairy who walked out of the sky, not eating fireworks in the world.

Mu smokeless!

If Mu Feng were here, he would find that the woman in white sitting on the altar was the mysterious woman who was on par with the ghost mother that day on the top of the mountain.

After leaving Chaotiantai, Mu Qingling quickly returned to Wuyan Cave, and bowed gracefully to the woman in white who was sitting on the altar, "Master, you already have a clue to your order. On ordinary Mufu disciples, the disciple found a similar aura, the same bloodthirsty and tyrannical!"

"I see, Qing Ling, you should step back. From now on, you don't have to ask about this matter anymore."

To Mu Qingling's surprise, the master who was sitting on the altar spoke coldly, without any surprise or interest in her discovery, as if he knew it already.Seeing the clouds and mist gradually spreading from both sides, he didn't dare to disturb Master's meditation anymore, bowed again and turned around silently to leave.

"The hurricane has passed, and only the grass is left. A young man who can portray such an artistic conception is really worth looking forward to!"

Mu Qingling took out the Hurricane Guogangtu from his bosom, and observed it carefully again, the figure gradually disappeared into the boundless clouds and mist.