Shamanism kills the god

"Brother Lu, activate all the magic circles and enforce martial law in the whole city! Also, send someone to find out who the ancient Buddha in the world of mortals is!"

After succeeding in one blow and catching the unprepared ghost mother, Mu Feng gave an order.With a hard roll of the wide sleeves, the ghost mother disappeared without a trace.

"Yes!"

Lu Xuanfeng bowed to accept the order and acted quickly.

"It's amazing, it really is that the devil is one foot tall and the road is ten feet taller, or our general is even more powerful!"

"A small armguard is so powerful, what kind of treasure is that?"

"Real man Wen, it really is written about the Spring and Autumn Period, and the legend of martial arts! With such a General Mu, why worry about the injustice of the East China Sea?"

"Peace the East China Sea, only I, General Mu, good!"

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Under the command of the commanders at all levels, the guards dispersed one after another, but there were still discussions in secret, and they were shocked.

The strength of the ghost mother is already unfathomable in people's eyes, far surpassing the average master of the real world.Originally, seeing her suddenly turn around and leave, she almost disappeared in the blink of an eye, everyone thought she was going to break out of the encirclement and come and go freely.Who would have thought that after such a long distance, Mu Feng would catch her back in an instant!

Mu Feng, who displayed his supernatural power, shocked the guards, and at the same time, he was more confident in the future of Donghai County.Especially the many students who came from afar are all proud of having such a Palace Master, and they have seen a brighter future for the Xiangshan Academy!

At the beginning, when Mu Feng was under pressure from Jiangling General's Mansion and Yebei Palace was martyred to death, he was ordered in danger.Although people were unanimously optimistic about his potential in cultivation, at that time, Mu Feng was still an elite cultivator after all, which made the students worry about him.The school has a long history, so people are panicked, and the ensuing rebellion makes people feel that the future is bleak.However, the series of actions that followed were very exciting and rekindled people's hope for the glory of the academy!

When people were discussing, Mu Feng had already sat down cross-legged in the painting circle.

This is an island in the depths of the sea of ​​blood. It is uninhabited and isolated from the world within a radius of ten thousand miles.On the entire island, there were only him and the ghost mother.

"Brat, let me go, you..., what do you want to do?"

Suddenly coming to the world of painting isolated from the outside world, the ghost mother felt a strong uneasiness in her heart, startled and angry.

"What do you think? It's this time, what else can you do?" Looking at the restless ghost mother, Mu Feng smiled coldly, and continued slowly: "My lord saint, do you still remember that when I was in the Yinfeng Cave? When we met once, you asked me, what kind of exercises I practiced, and who is my master?"

Ao Hong'er, the crown prince of the East China Sea, is likely to bring the masters of the master to attack at dawn. Time is running out, so Mu Feng is determined to cut the mess quickly.

The ghost mother's cultivation is far superior to that of ordinary real masters; moreover, she is knowledgeable and full of tricks, and no one knows how many magical powers she is proficient in.After being sealed by the Qiankun Armguard, there is no way to cause any storms; once there is no suppression by the Qiankun Armguard, I am afraid that even if you can't escape the painting world, you will set off a bloody storm inside and make a big disturbance in the painting world.

Such a master, naturally no one dares to rest assured that he will be imprisoned on the island like other people.And in the face of Ao Hong'er and his masters who may attack at any time, the treasure of Qiankun Armguard must also be carried with him, just in case.In this way, Mu Feng has only two ways to deal with the master ghost mother.Either kill her directly, refine her body, and plunder her power; or, use the puppet trick of the Murenzong to refine her into a war puppet!

"Didn't you say that you are the registered disciple of Chief Ma Yi, practicing the exercises taught by him?" Ghost Mother asked with a pale face.The more calm and indifferent Mu Feng is, the more disturbed she becomes, not knowing what Mu Feng's purpose is.

With four sides and sixteen arms, she has never seen or heard of such a real body.

At this moment, without even thinking about it, one can know that Mu Feng's words back then must have been random.Although Ma Yichang, the head of Xiansuanmen, is powerful, it is impossible for him to have such a ferocious and terrifying cultivation technique!

"Li Feifei, in fact, you have long known that my cultivation method is different, why bother to ask?" Mu Feng smiled coldly, and then said: "It's okay to tell you today. Actually, my master Mu Feng , not Ma Yidao, and even Yebei Palace, which I worshiped after I joined Xiangshan Academy. My natal supernatural power is not the technique of Xiansuanmen, nor is it the Shanhe Sheji handed down by the sages of the ancient land. It is the blood-refining method of the Wumen! I, Mu Feng, am the last disciple of the Wumen, the last great witch in this vast world for hundreds of millions of years!"

"What, Wumen, blood refiner?"

The ghost mother screamed, and in her mind, she quickly remembered the record about the ancient great witch in the Yinfeng Ceremony.

According to legend, those are the supreme powerhouses who have occupied countless epochs of the Great Thousand World, and each one is a peerless master who opened up the world and has great supernatural powers.With a strong body alone, the whole world can be torn apart; when it comes to the control of the soul, it is even better, each of them is a terrifying evildoer that ordinary people can't imagine!

"That's right, the blood refiner! I, Mu Feng, am the most powerful and terrifying blood refiner among the ancient witches!"

Mu Feng paused, then slowly continued: "The real horror of a great blood-refining witch lies not in a strong body, nor in a powerful soul, but in the manipulation of blood and the plundering of power. Duoyang. Give me a drop of blood, and I can control the fate of others, and even inherit his natal supernatural power!"

Refining blood to win the sun?

The ghost mother was shocked when she heard the words, and suddenly, she suddenly realized, and understood the purpose of Mu Feng bringing her here.He finally knew why he had broken through to such a terrifying level in such a short period of time!Frightened, he screamed, "Mu Feng, how dare you?"

"At this point, what else is there to dare?"

Mu Feng was expressionless, and suddenly swelled the true energy in his body. He sprayed a mouthful of life energy on the ghost mother, and typed out formulas with both hands, trying to refine the ghost mother as a magic weapon, "Li Feifei, don't say you are just A former Yinfeng Saintess, even if you are the current Yinfeng Sect Saintess, I will still destroy you today, refining your blood to purify, and plundering your power!"

While talking, Mu Feng grabbed the void with his big hand, and the ghost mother's body was suspended.With a puff, a mouthful of blood was sprayed up, and soon, the ghost mother's body was rippling with blood, chi chi, and wisps of smoke came out.That is Mu Feng's natal blood, which is forcibly penetrating into the ghost mother's body, eroding her skin, internal organs and bones, and refining her skeletal body!