Shamanism kills the god

Before dawn, Mu Feng quietly returned to Mu Mansion. .

Under the guidance of the ghost mother, after a night of meditation, the soul has almost doubled in size.With the precipitous rocky mountain as the center, all the wild beasts within a radius of several miles died almost overnight, and their vitality was cut off.

Now, even without the protection of red sandalwood, the spirit can come out of the body and travel in the dark night.Although it is still impossible to truly do whatever one wants, as long as it is within a kilometer of the main body, there is no major danger anymore.Aware of his abundant and compelling yang energy, the gloomy lonely ghost no longer dared to approach easily.

Yin and Yang restrain each other, when the yang energy in the body is insufficient, the soul will be weak, and it is easy to provoke ghosts and even be attacked by them; conversely, when the yang energy is sufficient, ordinary ghosts will no longer dare to approach, lest they will be attacked by ghosts. If you are not careful, you will be burned by the compelling yang energy!

Standing outside the door of his mother's room and listening intently for a while, after confirming that his mother was already sound asleep and her condition hadn't deteriorated, Mu Feng went back to his bedroom lightly.Sit down cross-legged, quietly sort out the perception and experience of cultivation, and summarize today's gains and losses.

People value summarization and self-examination. This is a good habit he developed when he was studying essays and studying under the strict requirements of his mother.

Everyone makes mistakes, it's inevitable.Making mistakes is not terrible, what is terrible is making mistakes over and over again in the same place.Therefore, it is necessary to constantly summarize and introspect.Change some bad words and deeds, so as to prevent erroneous things from happening.

"Low-key, respectful, talk less and watch more..."

Mu Feng carefully recalled his every move in front of the ghost mother, and made sure that no flaws were revealed.Just as he was about to continue his meditation practice, suddenly, there was a slight twitch between his eyebrows, and a bloody tremor came from his chest.

Twelve-winged Golden Cicada?

Mu Feng was startled, and then remembered the biggest flaw, and quickly took out the small bottle from his arms.

The ghost mother has vicious intentions, and obviously regards herself as a parasite of the Twelve-winged Cicada, or a cauldron for cultivation.The reason why he spared no effort to give advice on cultivation, so that his cultivation base can be improved rapidly, is to quickly breed an adult twelve-winged golden cicada.

Logically speaking, as one's cultivation level improved, the power of the Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada would increase.If the latter's power fluctuation does not change much for a long time and is noticed by the ghost mother, then it's okay?

The more Mu Feng thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and he broke out in a cold sweat, not daring to be negligent. .Carefully open the cap, exercise kung fu to force out a drop of blood, and flick it into the bottle.

All of a sudden, the twelve-winged golden cicada, which had been hungry for a long time, neighed, flapped its wings and rushed towards it viciously, its small mouth opened and closed surprisingly at an indistinguishable speed with the naked eye.Soon, he swallowed a drop of blood into his body, and then, looking up at Mu Feng, his small wings flapped vigorously, fanning a stream of air in the bottle.

Not enough for one drop?

Mu Feng hesitated a little, and then forced out another drop of blood to pop in.

After devouring this drop of blood essence, the little Twelve-Winged Cicada calmed down, and slowly spit out strands of light green silk to wrap itself up, starting the second stage of gestation and evolution.

"Every time you evolve, you have to devour more essence and blood, which is more difficult to control. It seems that you have to seize the time to get more cultivation techniques, and get rid of that old witch, the ghost mother, as soon as possible."

Mu Feng covered the small bottle and carefully hid it next to his body.

Asking the ruthless ghost mother about her doubts in cultivation is tantamount to dancing with wolves.If he was not careful, the eerie skulls on the rocky mountain would be his end.The strength of this old witch is unfathomable. Once she finds out that she has already seen through her plot, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape her pursuit if she hides in the ends of the earth. She must think of a surefire plan as soon as possible.

call……

Mu Feng exhaled a big mouthful of turbid air slowly, cleared away the distracting thoughts in his mind, and began to cultivate with concentration.

Dealing with the terrifying old witch, the ghost mother, cannot be rushed all at once, and requires a long-term plan and play by ear.Now, the most important thing is how to greatly improve his cultivation in a short period of time, so as to deal with the big disciple Mu Tie who may return from Beiliu Mountain at any time.If you can't pass this level, everything is in vain!

"Blood refining method can condense the enemy's blood into a small blood drop, plundering the other party's strength and talent inheritance; Duoyang Zhenjing can absorb and plunder the enemy's yang energy, and strengthen one's own soul. Then, can you use the refining The Blood Dafa and Duoyang Mantra are fused together..."

Mu Feng was thoughtful, suddenly jumped up, and walked out through the window.The next moment, he grabbed a field mouse and walked in, using this little guy as an experiment.

ho...

After a yell, he performed the blood refinement method and the Sun Seizing Manual at the same time.In an instant, the unlucky little guy's head shrank and turned into a mummy, and a small drop of blood appeared on his hand.

Different from the condensed blood beads in the past, the whole body was glowing with red light, more bright red, as if the blood inside was constantly flowing, adding a burst of vitality.If we say that in the past, what condensed was a mass of dead blood, with a strong breath of death; now this blood bead condenses a stream of fresh blood, with vigorous vitality.

Swallowing it in one gulp, the small blood beads melted in the mouth, and besides bringing a trace of blood power, it also added a trace of masculinity.

Yang Qi!

Although it was weak, it was hardly worth mentioning to his own yang energy, but there was no doubt that it was a trace of pure yang energy.

The blood-refining method of the blood-refining witch and the Yinfeng Sect's eye-catching Suoyang Mantra are skillfully fused together, and the power is even more astonishing!

For a powerful enemy with profound morals, after losing all the essence and blood in his body, he loses his proud strength, but he may be able to escape with the help of a wisp of remnant soul, and survive by luck.However, if the yang energy is completely cut off at the same time as the power is lost, it is absolutely impossible to escape.

"Okay, refining blood to seize the sun, this is the real killing move!"

Mu Feng nodded, and cleaned up the items in the Qingfeng Ring.

A Qingfeng Jue, a Yinfenglu, and a jade pupil tube recording the Suoyang Sutra.In addition, it is a flying sword and a green snake sword snatched from the hands of the two evil young men.

Cold and sharp, pull out a piece of black hair and blow it gently, it will be broken in two immediately!

Mu Feng carefully observed the flying sword in his hand, it was a real weapon, trembling, buzzing, struggling to break through the air.On that day, in the battle outside the Shangshutai, fortunately, Lin Zhengde was unable to exert the power of the flying sword at all.Otherwise, maybe I have been pierced by a sword long ago.

puff……

After observing for a while, Mu Feng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mist, hoping to refine this big killer.

The small flying sword has a murderous aura, soaked in the blood of many enemies, the more you look at it, the more you like it.If it can be successfully refined, it will undoubtedly have an extra trump card!

The pure blood mist completely enveloped the little flying sword, infiltrating and refining it continuously... The flying sword trembled more and more intensely, but it couldn't break through the shackles of the blood mist even if it rushed left and right.Slowly, the silver flying sword, which was originally shining, became a touch of red, bearing the indelible imprint of a blood-refining witch...

Ancient witchcraft - blood refining.

The Mu Mansion once again displayed the great supernatural powers of the ancient great witches to refine all things in the world, forcibly erasing the imprint of the Immortal Sword Gate in Feijian, and completely refined it.

With a clang, the little flying sword stopped struggling, turned into a red light and sank into the body, and circled up and down around the blood of the ancestral witch together with the eighteen blood witch orders.Every time it circles around, it absorbs a large amount of pure blood mist, and it will be tempered endlessly.Undoubtedly, in time, it will become a blood sword, another killer weapon in his hand after the Eighteenth Blood Witch Order.

"Kill without bloodshed, leave no name for thousands of miles!"

After resting for a while, Mu Feng opened his mouth, and the sharp flying sword whizzed out, and almost all the spiritual power in his body was emptied in an instant. With a sound of '咻', a drop of rainwater falling from the sky was cut in half, and then flew back automatically, submerging into the body and disappearing.The attack is extremely sharp, but unfortunately, with the current strength in the middle stage of the mortal realm, it can only barely be controlled.Basically, there is only one chance to attack on the battlefield, either kill the enemy with one hit, or die under the enemy's counterattack!

Spiritual power!

The spiritual power in the body is still far from enough!

Mu Feng sighed, realizing that his strength was far from enough, and he was just about to sit on the ground and meditate to cultivate, and cast ancient witchcraft to devour the spiritual energy of heaven and earth floating in the air.Suddenly, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps outside.Then, the courtyard door rang loudly, accompanied by a bleak murderous aura.

Great disciple Mu Tie?

Mu Feng's heart trembled, he didn't expect that the other party came to kill him so soon.

With his current strength in the middle stage of the mortal realm, he might be able to use the right time and place to pray for a miracle against the last master in the late stage of the mortal realm.Facing the last strong man at the peak of the mortal realm, everything will be ruthlessly crushed in front of the opponent's absolute strength advantage!

36 strategies, it is the best policy to go, rationally told Mu Feng, it is the best way to avoid the edge now.But thinking about my mother who was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, I had to give up this idea.As the knock on the outer door became more and more urgent, he gritted his teeth and strode out resolutely.