Shamanism kills the god

After browsing through it carefully, Mu Feng understood the rare Heart Armor Dafa. _!~;

The reason why the Guangyuan Sect has been unable to comprehend this supernatural power for thousands of years is not because the technique itself is so obscure and difficult to understand; The same indispensable thing, heart fire.

According to the Heart Armor Dafa, only when you have the Heart Fire in your body can you practice the Heart Armor Dafa and sacrifice a powerful heart armor to protect your mind.Among them, there are two sources of heart fire, one is to cultivate the top supernatural power of the fire attribute, and the heart fire will naturally appear in the body; the other is to collect the spiritual flame that is naturally produced by inheriting the aura of heaven and earth, and collect it into the body And refine it into your own, and then slowly cultivate it into a heart fire.

Once the heart fire is complete, the heart armor can naturally be refined by itself; without the heart fire, no matter how skilled the heart is, it is meaningless!

Mu Feng silently recited the last sentence in Xinjia Dafa, shook his head and smiled wryly.

According to Yutongjian's records, Xinjia Dafa is divided into upper and lower parts. The upper part is a top-level supernatural power of the fire attribute. After successful cultivation, it can naturally produce sky fire.What Guangyuan Sect got is obviously only the second half, which only introduces the classification of heart armor and how to refine it.Therefore, for thousands of years, the elders and elites of Guangyuan Sect can only watch and sigh with admiration for this half of the exercises.

Without heart fire, one cannot sacrifice the heart armor, and of course one cannot truly comprehend the mystery of this supernatural power!

"Where can I find a top-level supernatural power of the fire attribute? Or, collect so-called spiritual flames and cultivate them into heart fire?" Mu Feng was silent, thinking about the places he had been to in his life, for a long time, still helpless shook his head.

Over the years, he has traveled to many places, dabbling in many ancient books on astronomy and geography.However, I have never seen or heard of any so-called spiritual flames.

"Master Mu Feng, is this a powerful cultivation method?"

After confirming that Liniang had left, and seeing Mu Feng frowning, Chu San walked out of the darkness. _!~; Soundless, like a shadow or ghost.Just now, even Liniang, who is sensitive and vigilant by nature, didn't notice that he was lurking beside her.

"That's right, a skill, a rare supernatural power that specializes in refining the heart armor."

Mu Feng nodded. He didn't hide anything in front of the third grader, "By the way, third grader, have you ever heard of any spiritual flames during the years you practiced with Mr. Sinu?"

A spiritual flame?

The third grader thought for a moment, then shook his head.

Seeing that he didn't know, Mu Feng had no choice but to give up and put the jade pupil slip away.With a spell in hand, the two disappeared together and came to the vast painting world.

During this period of time, while Mu Feng was on his way and practicing, the female demon king Liu Ruyan who was far away from the Heavenly Demon Battlefield led the students in a bloody battle, attacking the camps of the major forces on the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, plundering their spars, magic weapons and miners. Keep trapping and killing the celestial demons wandering in the celestial demon battlefield.Slowly, the sea of ​​blood in the painting world became larger and larger.

Looking from a distance, the blood-red sea has no end in sight.The eighteen mountain peaks evolved from the Eighteen Blood Witch Orders are extremely far apart from each other, forming an incomparably huge Yinfeng Formation.Leading, suppressing, killing, and swallowing, constantly changing, arousing repeated power fluctuations.

"Master, what is this place?"

In the third grade of junior high school, he looked around, with a serious expression on his face.

After entering the painting world, he instantly lost his sense of the outside world, and had a vague feeling that his fate was in the hands of others.Every move seems to be under the surveillance of others, and there is nothing invisible.

As the head of the Tiancan Sect and the only successor, the third junior has inherited the lifelong skills of the master sin slave, and his cultivation is no small matter.Over the years, under the leadership of Master Sinu Sinu, he has ventured into many forbidden places in the world, experienced dangers, and escaped death countless times.However, the feeling of being in the hands of others like a thorn in the back has never been felt before.

"The world of painting, the world in the painting where the mountains, rivers, and communities evolve! This is a world that completely belongs to us, and every move is under my control!"

Mu Feng held his head up and let out a long whistle, and opened his hands wildly.

All of a sudden, there was a crash, and the boundless sea of ​​blood set off huge waves. The waves nearly [-] meters high surged towards the shore, and the turbulent waves hit the shore. The momentum was unparalleled for a while.If outside, Mu Feng, who has just broken through to the realm of a real person, is showing his sharpness; here, he is the unique and supreme master, turning his hands into clouds and rain!

"Painting world, the master of a world?"

Chu San's face was moved, shocked, and respectfully crawled down towards Mu Feng, "Young master, now, I finally understand why the master solemnly told me to go to the capital to rescue you immediately before he died, and vowed to be your bodyguard forever The third year of junior high school has a premonition that by following the young master, the third year of junior high school is bound to increase steadily. Until one day breaks through to the realm of saints and breaks the curse of the Tiancan sect!"

"Hahaha, climbing up steadily, good! In the third year of junior high school, this sea of ​​blood is not only a holy place for cultivation, but also a holy place for healing. From now on, you have nothing to do here and practice quietly here, and strive to become the number one master in the painting world!"

Mu Feng laughed out loud, flicked his fingers lightly, and a practice formula appeared in the mind of the third grader, and then said: "Third grader, now, it's time to tell you something. I have cultivated many supernatural powers, but my natal supernatural powers It is not the powerful formula of mountains, rivers, and society that people think, but the blood-refining method handed down by the ancient witches. Now, I am the only disciple of the ancient witches in the world, the only great witch. Now, I will pass on to you the ancient witches. I hope that one day you can become the most outstanding guard, the most powerful killer, and sweep away all obstacles for the revival of my witch sect!"

Mu Feng was full of vigor and high spirits, and he let out another long howl, stirring up waves.

The unexpected return of the third year of junior high brought him another real master, who stood side by side with the female devil Liu Ruyan and the ghost blood of the demon god, laying a framework for rebuilding the Wumen.With the help of the three of them, rebuilding the Wumen in the painting world and even the academy, and recruiting Wumen disciples was officially put on the agenda.

At that time, if the sword slave who is recuperating in the painting world can be persuaded to join the Wumen, it will surely become even more powerful, enough to compete with some ancient sects!

Ancient witch gate?

The third grader was surprised again, and quickly browsed the shadow witchcraft in his mind, overjoyed, "Thank you, young master, the third grader will definitely live up to the high expectations, and strive to become the number one master in the painting world!"

In the third grade of junior high school, he was speechless and taciturn.But every word he uttered was solemn and powerful, with a determined face.

As soon as the words fell, before Mu Feng could say anything, there was a sudden clatter and clatter in the depths of the sea of ​​blood, and huge waves surged into the sky. Then, a figure rushed out from the bottom of the sea, riding the waves and riding the wind and waves, "Quack quack, who wants to be someone other than you?" The number one master in the painting world other than adults, you have to ask me Xue Wuying first, quack quack! Come on, young man with long hair, let me see what kind of skills you have!"

Xue Wuying, the ghost of the demon god who was meditating in the depths of the blood sea, suddenly flew out with an astonishing speed.Before the quack laughter disappeared, he had already flew in front of the third junior, and slapped his claws fiercely!

Blood without shadow?

In the third grade of junior high school, the pupils constricted, sensing the powerful strength of the ghost of the demon god Xue Wuying, without raising his head, the long hair that stretched to the waist rose up with a whistling sound, like needles and thorns, stabbing towards Xue Wuying densely !