Shamanism kills the god

"Today, are you really going to die here like this?"

Seeing Zhao Wou-ki's sudden approach from far away, the heavy punch that appeared in front of him, and his pair of cold eyes, Mu Feng's heart sank more and more. |i^

Under the severe injury of vitality, he wanted to dodge and block, but he was powerless.

The soul in his mind seemed to have been shattered by the strength of Qijue Duanyang Fist, and the originally rushing hot real energy was also exhausted, and the oil was exhausted and the lamp dried up.A pair of eyes clearly saw Zhao Wuji's ferocious attack, but his body refused to obey the command in an instant, unable to dodge.

"Mu Feng, don't worry, I won't kill you, I just completely crush your spirit, break your cultivation base, and completely seal your magical powers. From now on, you can only be an unrestrained chicken." A frail scholar with great power!"

Zhao Wuji's face was ice-cold, and he punched it down with a whoosh.

Just now, there was a little accident in the decisive battle with Mu Feng, but everything is still under his control.He is full of confidence in his own strength. If he kills Mu Feng, he will never let him live; if he destroys his cultivation, he will never kill him with one punch, but only leave him alive. Imprisoned in the infinite view forever.

Abolish one's cultivation?

Hearing what Zhao Wou-ki said, Mu Feng's limbs were cold, not only did he not have a trace of rejoicing, but his heart sank even more.

Who was Zhao Wuji, the grand master of the dynasty?

That is killing the father and the enemy!

It is undoubtedly a great humiliation to be abolished by him and imprisoned by his side. It is more uncomfortable than death, and life is worse than death!

huh, huh, huh...

Just when Mu Feng had nothing to do and thought he was doomed, long black hairs suddenly appeared in the void, like needles and thorns, stabbing densely at the vital points of Zhao Wuji's body. _!~; Then, a black figure suddenly tore through the void and rushed out.Slender, with long black hair, a pair of empty sleeves, lost both arms, and a mask on his face.

Although he lost a pair of arms, his body is of extraordinary cultivation, and his attack methods are even rarer.The long hair that reaches to his waist is his most powerful weapon!

"Eh..., who is it?"

Suddenly meeting such a weird and powerful master, Zhao Wuji was also taken aback.Without knowing the depth, he didn't dare to block his sharpness easily, and the attack stopped for a while.

"Ghost servant!"

A cold voice came from under the cold mask.

As soon as the words finished, the masked weirdo flicked his long hair around Mu Feng's body, and disappeared with a whistling sound, disappearing into the dark night sky.After reacting, Zhao Wuji punched through the air, but the air was only rippling, and a muffled hum came from afar.When he was about to catch up, the other party had already disappeared without a trace with Mu Feng.

"Excellent, who is that?"

"Yeah, Great Thousand Worlds, when did a master named Ghost Servant appear?"

"Great chaos is approaching, evildoers are everywhere, and masters who have lived in seclusion for thousands of years are about to come out!"

……

In the darkness, people whispered, and the voices became smaller and smaller.Soon, the desolate Wuji Temple returned to the tranquility of the past, and only Zhao Wuji, the grand master of the dynasty, stood alone in the temple with a gloomy face.

At the critical moment, Mu Feng was rescued by someone, and the imperial master Zhao Wuji was undoubtedly angry.No one wanted to be exposed at this time, to be killed by Zao Wou-ki to vent their anger, and to leave hastily one by one.

"Okay, what a Mu Feng. Third brother, third brother, I didn't expect you to leave behind such an outstanding son after you are dead, hahaha!"

After carefully sensing the atmosphere around him and confirming that Mu Feng had moved away from the Purple Crystal Mountain, Zhao Wou-ki was not only not angry, but laughed out loud.

The next moment, the blood in the body suddenly swelled, the already majestic power fluctuations rose steadily, and the power of the battle formation of seven wounds increased sharply.All the movements were a little slower, and the masters who hadn't left the Purple Crystal Mountain screamed in unison, bleeding from their seven orifices.Some fell down on the spot, dying of breath, and some fell to the ground and rolled around; only a few left quickly with their eyes covered, screaming loudly and running wildly.

Facing Mu Feng who had just broken through to the realm of a real person and was extremely aggressive, Zao Wou-ki, who had always been confident and powerful, only used his five success powers.However, in the face of many bystanders who left in a hurry, he did not have any reservations and struck with all his might.The power of the seven masters of true martial arts exploded completely, unstoppable!

When the mourning was everywhere on the Purple Crystal Mountain, Mu Feng had already returned to the quiet and remote courtyard.Outside, the heavily guarded Tongtian Guards kept walking back and forth holding torches, but no one noticed anything strange in his room.

There was only one Mu Feng who quietly left in the middle of the night, but when he came back, there was a mysterious master by his side.

"Who are you and why did you save me?"

Mu Feng didn't have time to heal his wounds, and looked at the mysterious master wearing a mask suspiciously.

For some reason, the other party gave him a vaguely familiar feeling, like deja vu.However, for a while, he couldn't figure out who the other party was.

"I met Mr. Mu in the third year of junior high school!"

The long-haired mysterious man flicked his head lightly, and a strand of long hair lifted the mask on his face, revealing a horrific face covered with scars.Then, he knelt down with a snap, and respectfully kowtowed to Mu Feng a few times, "Master asked me to save you, Mr. Mu, you forgot the third year of junior high school, don't you remember me?"

"Third year?"

Mu Feng screamed.

Suddenly, a thin and lonely figure with a cold heart like death came to mind.

"The third day of junior high school, it's you, it's really you!"

Regardless of the pain in his body, Mu Feng struggled to take a step forward, and hugged the third grader with empty sleeves, his eyes were reddish.

At that time, the voice and smile of the young man from Jingjia Village in the third grade of junior high school when he led him the way, his curiosity and shyness towards the outside world are vivid in my memory; when I was trapped under the restraint under the ancient well, I still remember the friendship of returning to Jingjia Village desperately to ask for help. New; and later, when he encountered great changes, he witnessed his mother being burned alive by that evil young man Mu Qingyuan, thus his temperament changed drastically, and his taciturn appearance still hurts when he remembered; the scene when he knelt in front of himself and begged himself to accept him as his apprentice , as if it happened yesterday, it is still clear...

Some people, even if they live together for a lifetime and see each other every day, they are still strangers, indifferent to each other, and don't care about each other.

Some people, even if they only live for a few days, or even contact them for a while, they will never forget them forever!

Life has changed dramatically at a young age, and the lonely third year of junior high school sees Jing Wushuang and her savior Mu Feng as the only remaining relatives.And Mu Feng loves Wu and Wu, and treats the lonely and loving Jingjia Villager Chu San as a family member.For this reason, he took the liberty of taking him to meet the only guard of the old Patriarch, the Sin Slave, and introduced the junior junior who was determined to be a teacher to the latter with unfathomable cultivation.