Shamanism kills the god

"you again!"

After standing firmly surrounded by many guards, Mu Qingyuan cast a resentful glance at Xing Jiu, who was tall and straight, before turning around resentfully and leaving. .

As soon as Xing Jiu arrived, he knew that his hope this time was about to come to nothing.

The white ghost was badly injured, his head was bleeding, and only the nigger, the master, was left around.Even if you barely do it, I'm afraid you won't be able to get any more bargains.On the contrary, in the face of Mu Fengyu's deadly counterattack, he may suffer another big loss.Mu Feng's viciousness really makes one's scalp tingle!

Witnessing Mu Feng's life-threatening collision with his own eyes, Mu Qingyuan once again deeply experienced what it means to be vicious!

A notorious devil in the late stage of the mortal realm was hit by his head and seriously injured.If you bump your head against yourself, is that okay?

Taking a look at Mu Feng's cold eyes and the ferocious blood armor on his body, Mu Qingyuan couldn't help feeling frightened, didn't dare to stay any longer, and left hastily.As soon as the Beihai twin ghosts entered, he couldn't wait to bring them to seek revenge.Before coming, he laughed loudly, thinking that Mu Feng would never escape death; unexpectedly, he was disappointed again!

"You, wait, die!"

The black ghost who was as thin as a bamboo pole glared at Mufeng, and after uttering a few words coldly, he helped the injured white ghost and left.With a whimper, the surrounding ghosts turned into clusters of will-o'-the-wisps and submerged into his body, with a sinister and evil aura.Wherever he passed, people hurriedly made way for him, lest they get infected with his ghostly aura.

call……

After watching Mu Qingyuan's back go away, Mu Feng slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, the hideous blood armor phantom on his body gradually dissipated, and the flying sword that was about to come out slowly calmed down.After relaxing, I felt a tingling pain in my head. The life-threatening bump just now seemed to hit a hard boulder.

"Master Mufeng, take care!"

Seeing that Mu Feng was fine, Xing Jiu nodded and turned to leave after saying hello.It comes fast, it goes fast, and it disappears in the blink of an eye.

"Thank you, Master Xing Jiu!"

Mu Feng bowed to salute in the direction where Xing Jiu disappeared, with a serious expression on his face.

There are not many words in Xingjiu, but the short word "take care" makes people feel pressured.

The two demons who were subdued in Beiliu Mountain have already rushed back. Will the day when the great disciple Mu Tie returns to the Mu Mansion in person, be far away?The two devils under him are already so powerful. Mu Tie himself, who has already broken through to the peak of the mortal realm, is so powerful now?

"It's powerful. Even the notorious Beiliu twin ghosts were seriously injured by the impact. With such strength, is he still a scholar?"

"Master Mu Feng is both civil and military, and his cultivation is indeed excellent, but the training time is too short after all. I heard that Mu Tie, the great disciple who passed on the skills, will be coming back soon. Who else can help him when the time comes?"

"That's right, great disciple of Chuan Gong, the peak of the mortal realm! I'm afraid, even Master Xing Jiu is far from being an opponent, alas!"

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After hearing the news, the clansmen who came here were worried and discussed a lot. The news that Mu Tie, the great disciple who taught the exercises, was about to return had already disappeared in the mansion. .

Mu Feng ignored people's comments and rumors, and found another wooden board to temporarily serve as the courtyard gate.After washing his face with a few handfuls of cold water, he was about to return to his room to meditate and practice. When he looked up, he saw his sick mother who had gotten up at some point, leaning against the hall door and looking at him quietly.

"Mother, it's cold in the morning, you should go back to the room to rest." Mu Feng didn't care to wipe off the water on his face, and hurried forward, ready to help his mother back into the room.

"No need!"

Situ Qing's face was calm, and his tone was flat but unquestionable. After taking a few breaths, he continued, "Feng'er, it's not too late. You go now and report to the Xiangshan Academy in Jiangling Mansion in advance. Go, go now!"

go now?

Mu Feng was startled, and understood that his mother had already seen everything in his eyes, "Mom, but..., your condition..."

"It's just an ordinary wind and cold, and it won't kill you. There are so many people in the Mu Mansion, and everyone is fair and at ease. No one dares to do anything to me. If you don't want my mother to worry, go now!"

Situ Qing's tone gradually became severe. Looking at Mu Feng who was still hesitating, he continued coldly: "If you don't leave now, your mother will only worry day and night, and her condition will get worse. Mu Tie, the great disciple who taught the exercises, is our Mufu But no matter how powerful he is, he would never dare to break into the Xiangshan Academy where capable people come forth to make trouble. Go, go, go... If you don't go, will you be mad at your mother? Or, you have to let Is it okay for your mother to bump her head to death in front of you? Cough...cough...cough..."

Maybe it was because of his anger, or maybe it was because of the worsening of his condition, while talking, Situ Qing coughed hard again, his face turned pale.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up!

Captain Jianning, who has just retreated from the murderous aura, is still unknown if he will do anything behind his back. A more terrifying enemy is coming!

The young master of the Mu family, the great disciple who passed on the skills, and the ultimate genius in cultivation...

Mu Tie, who was about to return, had dazzling halos on his head.Unlike Mu Qingyuan, a dandy whose body was hollowed out by alcohol, he cultivated hard since childhood, striving to become a master, and broke through to the peak of the mortal realm at a young age.This time out for training, it is said that he also got a great adventure in Beiliu Mountain, and he does not know how far his strength has grown.

Although his son Mu Feng is outstanding, but he suddenly met such a terrifying master, how could he be his opponent?With the opponent's usual ruthlessness and coldness, how could it be possible to retreat completely?

Situ Qing made a prompt decision and immediately made up his mind to let Mu Feng fly away and report to the Xiangshan Academy thousands of miles away in advance.Let him go immediately, not daring to delay for a moment.

"Mother, your son is unfilial, take care!"

Mu Feng knelt down suddenly with a 'slap', and hit his head three times with his forehead on the ground.Then he simply tidied up and left with the bookcase on his back.

Mother's character, has always said one thing.

It is still a trivial matter for him to die in battle under Mu Tie, the great disciple who passed on the martial arts. If he made his mother angry, he would regret it.If she wanted to recover from her illness in peace, the only option now was to go far away from Jiangling Mansion, and come back after the limelight passed, or when her strength improved greatly, and she had the strength to fight against Mu Tie, the great disciple who passed on the kung fu.

"Feng'er, my son..."

Watching Mu Feng strode out of the Mu Mansion without looking back, Situ Qing couldn't bear it anymore, tears streaming down his face, heartbroken.

It's easy to say goodbye, but hard to see each other!

I know my own illness, it can be three years, or a few months, or even a few days.This time, Mu Feng traveled to Jiangling Mansion thousands of miles away. The journey is far away, and he doesn't know when he will meet again.Maybe, there will never be that chance again, today is the last time for their mother and child!

"The Great Disciple of Chuan Gong, Mu Tie..."

"The way of heaven is not fair, why didn't you let me start practicing as soon as possible, why didn't you even give me the chance to wait on my mother's bedside, why?"

"Blood refining Dafa, blood refines the world, kill, kill kill kill..."

While walking, Mu Feng clenched his fists hard, his veins bulged, and when he thought of his mother who was seriously ill but could only stay at home alone, his heart was bleeding, and he hated the two brothers Mu Qingyuan and Mu Tie to the bone.

Originally, he could have studied quietly, practiced without distraction, and lived a peaceful and low-key life.Helplessly, this kind of life was broken by Mu Qingyuan, that wicked young man, who had no choice but to fight against his bottomless bullying again and again.Originally, he could have taken good care of his sick mother and waited a few months before going to Jiangling Mansion thousands of miles away to study; but now he was forced to leave his sick mother early and run away from home!

Regret, anger, tyranny...

The more Mu Feng thought about it, the angrier he became, his eyes were red.The remorse is not because of punishing that wicked young man Mu Qingyuan, but because he hasn't worked hard enough in cultivation and his skills are not as good as others.

The anger was deep, the blood in the body was tumbling, and the ancestral witch's blood set off waves of scorching blood, as if something was about to wake up from the body, full of desire for blood and killing.

Road to Road, very Avenue!

Some people enter Taoism with literature and read scriptures; Come wash away their sins!

Witchcraft, kill God!

In Mu Feng's heart, a sliver of understanding suddenly appeared, and he raised his head and roared.

The ancient shamanism has been lost for hundreds of millions of years. The gods let me swallow the blood of the ancestral shamans and become the last blood-refining great shaman in the world. I want to let myself enter the Tao with killing, become a shamanistic killing god, and kill everything in the world. Bullying villains!Stop killing with killing, control violence with violence!

Men are born with blood.In the struggle, in the battle, you can show your true qualities as a man!

gurgling, gurgling, gurgling...

Mu Feng's eyes were getting redder and redder, with a murderous look on his back, with a book frame on his back, and he was dressed like a scholar.It feels like a bloodthirsty ancient beast, the blood in the body is tumbling, emitting waves of compelling heat.

People came and went on the road, and the smell of blood from everyone within a [-]-meter radius penetrated into his body through the nasal cavity.Sensing the tyrannical aura in his body, many passers-by hurriedly stepped aside, and even dispersed in a panic, instinctively feeling a thrilling danger.

"No, mother is seriously ill, absolutely can't just leave like this!"

Mu Feng stopped suddenly, and the icy feeling from the Qingfeng ring on his finger kept him awake for the last time, and he did not get lost in the monstrous anger and tyranny.Turning around resolutely, instead of returning to the Mu Mansion, he plunged into the Shiwan Dashan behind the Mu Mansion.

When they arrived in the faraway Jiangling Mansion, the only ones they could trust were their eldest brother, Tianhu and Jing Wushuang.I hope they can help take care of their mother after they leave.

"Young master, young master, it's not good, it's not good... that kid Mu Feng is leaving, report to the Xiangshan Academy in Jiangling Mansion ahead of time, and leave Mu Mansion with the bookcase on his back!" Mu Feng just stepped out of Mu Mansion. A careless guard hurriedly came to Mu Qingyuan to report.

"What, you want to go, leave the Mu Mansion?"

Mu Qingyuan was startled, and after returning angrily, he was expecting his elder brother Mu Tie to come back soon and smash that boy Mu Feng into pieces.Now that he has slipped away, how can I avenge my deep hatred?Full of grievances, who can I vent to?

"Chasing, stop him at all costs!"

Mu Qingyuan threw away the wine glass in his hand, gritted his teeth and stood up abruptly.

"Hey, that's right, how can it be so easy to leave after you've slapped the deity with your hands?"

The white ghost among the two ghosts of Beiliu stood up and smiled.Touching the gauze wrapped around his head, his eyes revealed a fierce look.He has been rampant in Beiliu Mountain for many years, and he has never suffered such a big loss. He was almost hit to death in public by Mu Feng, a scholar, and he lost all face.If you don't kill him, how can you vent your hatred?

"Get up, there is an urgent task!"

"Chasing, chasing him together, and killing him together in the wild!"

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After a while of yelling, Mu Qingyuan rushed out with a large group of guards, chasing after him from afar.