Shamanism kills the god

Donghai County, General Mansion.

At night, in the dead of night, Mu Feng quietly sat cross-legged on the ground to practice, his body was gurgling, and his blood was rolling.

During this period of time, he faintly felt that there were signs of a breakthrough.The blood-red true energy in the body gradually merged with the abundant yang energy and scalding blood essence.Once completely merged into one, the true energy will usher in a transformation, breaking through from the early stage of the Realm Realm to the middle stage.At that time, the power of the major supernatural powers will inevitably rise to a higher level, and they will be superior to the crowd!

From the peak of the elite realm to the realm of real people is an earth-shaking transformation in cultivation.Below the Realm Realm, one can only be called a cultivator; after breaking through to the Realm Realm, one can be called a Cultivator, so-and-so real person, with a completely different identity and status!

Compared with breaking through to the real world, breaking through from the early stage to the middle stage of the real world is not a transformation, there is no such a completely different qualitative leap.However, the stronger the strength, the slower the progress.From the early stage to the middle stage of the Realm Realm, the progress seems to be only a little bit, but the strength may not be the same!

Especially as a great blood-refining witch, the last great witch of the ancient Wumen for hundreds of millions of years, once he breaks through the bottleneck, he may be able to open the seal of the blood essence of the ancestral witch again, and comprehend more techniques of the Wumen; The blood ** is the sixth level.This breakthrough naturally made Mu Feng full of expectations!

The unfathomable strength of the contemporary Taishi Zhao Wuji, like a heavy mountain, has been weighing on his heart.

Thinking of the battle at the Amethyst Mountain Wuji Temple, the opponent's tall and straight figure and unparalleled strength, he couldn't help but work hard to cultivate, full of expectations and desires for strength.Looking forward to the day when his cultivation level will be greatly improved, he will evolve into the real body of a blood witch with thousands of faces and arms, and he will kill the Wuji Temple and cut off Zhao Wuji's head.

The revenge of killing the father is not shared by the sky!

Compared with Zao Wou-ki, who is known as the No. 1 master of the real world, even the ancestors of the East China Sea, Ren Pingsheng of the Immortal Sword Sect, and even the blind master Bi Luotian and other enemies are not worth mentioning in his eyes. Just a stepping stone to the top.Killing them is nothing to be excited about, only to kill Zhao Wuji's formidable enemy with one's own hands, that is a great supernatural power, a man!

"Zhao Wuji, one day, I will kill you with my own hands! That day will never be far away!"

Mu Feng's eyes were radiant, and he was decisive.

Slightly pondering, without continuing to practice, he flipped his hands and took out the Qiankun circle that he had snatched from Ao Hong'er, the prince of the East China Sea.

Shocked by the ancient killing weapon of the Zhanshengtai, cracks the size of a hair appeared on the Qiankun Circle, which looked dull and seemed to have been scrapped.However, unfolding the powerful soul, one can still sense an ancient and huge power fluctuation inside the Qiankun circle.The exterior is damaged, but the core is still there!

On the outer ring, engraved with three big characters of "Qian Kun Circle", surrounded by ancient and complicated patterns.It looks a bit like a series of mysterious runes, and a bit like Sanskrit that is unique to Buddhism.

"Once you throw it out, whoever you see will catch you. If you refine such a treasure, wouldn't it be even more powerful?"

Recalling the scene where Ao Honger captured Li Wenguang alive and almost captured the ghost servant Chusan, Mu Feng's eyes brightened.Without any hesitation, after careful inspection for a while, he sacrificed on the spot.

With a pop, a mouthful of natal blood was sprayed on the Qiankun circle.Then, he tried his best to drum up the true energy in his body, and silently recited the Wumen method.

chi chi chi...

Under the erosion of the essence and blood of natal life, the ancient circle of heaven and earth sneered and smoke curled up.The attack circle superimposed on it was directly broken by Mu Feng.

The blood essence containing the original power of a great witch is the most powerful weapon for a great witch.Even Ao Hong'er, the crown prince of the East China Sea, hadn't really refined this treasure of Buddhism in the Qiankun circle, but with the help of Master Hongchen Ancient Buddha, he could recognize the master with a drop of blood and use a small part of its power.

Even if this Buddhist treasure falls into their hands, ordinary people would never even think about refining it and truly taking it for themselves.Forcibly refining, it is even possible to suffer a strong backlash.

However, who is Mu Feng?

A great blood-refining witch who has broken through to the fifth level, using blood as a guide and powerful power as the basis, uses the blood-refining method of the ancient great witches to refine all things in the world.The moment a mouthful of natal blood was sprayed up, the huge true energy in the body surged in, breaking through the outer magic circle of the universe circle like a bamboo in an instant.Then, after a short pause, he began to refine the inner part of the Qiankun circle, obliterating the imprints left by other people on it.

First there was a snort, and the imprints left by Ao Honger, the crown prince of the East China Sea, were erased, followed by the auras left by the previous masters.

Among them, Mu Feng sensed the imprints left by Buddhist eminent monks, the devilish aura left by the great devil, and even the fairy aura of ascetics.From the looks of it, this Buddhist treasure once wandered in the world, and experienced countless masters.In the end, Mu Feng's divine sense kept penetrating in, and when he was about to completely refine the Qiankun circle, the divine sense suddenly made a bang and came into contact with an exceptionally powerful imprint.

It was an ancient Buddha with a clear and strange face, sitting on nine huge lotus flowers, his whole body was shining with golden light, and his divine sense could only vaguely sense the figure of the other party, but he couldn't see the real appearance of the other party.The moment the spiritual thoughts penetrated in, the Buddha, who was motionless, suddenly moved his mouth slightly, and spit out the six-character mantra of 'Mani Padme'.At the same time, faint Sanskrit singing sounded in the void, the sound became louder and the rhythm faster and faster.

In an instant, Mu Feng felt his spiritual thoughts dissipate, and his spirit was in turmoil.The six-character mantra of the Buddha seems to travel through time and space, rolling in from the ancient prehistoric period when there were many saints, exploding in the ears and echoing in the mind.

Under these six-character mantras, I feel like an insignificant ant in the long river of time, endlessly humble and weak, all efforts and struggles are in vain.The divine sense is getting weaker and weaker, and the consciousness is getting more and more blurred. Cracks quickly appear in the originally strong soul, and it is on the verge of falling apart...

After the sacrifice, Mu Feng, who had always been invincible, suddenly suffered a strong backlash!

The imprint left by this ancient Buddha in the circle of heaven and earth is inconceivably powerful, and it does not move at all. Just uttering a few mantras will wipe everything invisible!

"The scholar asked, Wu Lin land, break it for me!"

Mu Feng was shocked, and at the moment when his consciousness was about to sink completely, he bit the tip of his tongue and fought back desperately.

With a roar, a huge holy platform appeared out of thin air to protect his body and spirit; at the same time, he flew onto the platform and turned into a huge blood witch avatar with all sides and eight arms.Head raised and roared, the majestic spirit of heaven and earth rolled in, accompanied by strands of remnant souls of the ancient great witches scattered in various time and space, together with the true energy, blood, and even part of the blood of the ancestors rushed in. The circle of heaven and earth held in the hand violently impacted the imprint left by the ancient Buddha.

Ding……

The circle of Qiankun, which was originally dull and dull, suddenly turned red like blood. What appeared in front of my eyes were not runes, but the standing figures of great witches from ancient times.The figure of the ancient Buddha remaining in the deepest part of the universe circle suddenly dimmed.

"Hey, heir of the ancient witch sect?"

The figure of the ancient Buddha quickly dissipated, only a scream echoed in Mu Feng's mind for a long time.Disappearing along with it, there is also the Sanskrit singing that is getting louder and louder in the void!