Shamanism kills the god

"The leader of Yinfeng Sect, Zuo Bufan?"

Mu Renxiong's face was cold, and he stared coldly at the sedan chair that suddenly appeared.

Seeing Mu Feng recovering instantly, after unfolding the Eighteenth Blood Witch Order and Zhou Tian Dayan Formation, a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes.The next moment, he didn't make a move, but looked coldly at the unexpected guest who suddenly appeared, with a trace of scruples and dignity on his face.

"Hey, Mu Renxiong, can't you even hear my voice?"

Inside the pitch-black sedan chair, there was a thick and deep voice, the sound was like a bell, as if there was a man standing inside the sedan chair.After a pause, his tone changed, like a woman who kept her house all year round, she continued quietly: "Once upon a time, we were so familiar, I didn't expect, Mu Renxiong, you don't even recognize me now. Time is indeed the most powerful weapon of death, turning life and death enemies into passers-by. Mu Renxiong, it seems that the fairy prison party has indeed changed you a lot, a lot!" [

The voice inside the sedan chair was sometimes thick and sometimes faint, making men and women irrelevant, making it even more weird.I don't know if there are two people sitting in the sedan chair, a man and a woman, or a gloomy hermaphrodite.

"Hmph, I have changed a lot. I have broken through from the peak of the Daoist Realm to the Five Tribulations and Half Saints. What about you? Zuo Bufan, don't you claim that hundreds of thousands of years are like a day? What are you doing? Why did you become like this now, male or female, possessed by madness, or self-mutilated?"

Mu Renxiong's face was gloomy, his eyes rolled from time to time, and he didn't know what he was thinking.The fluctuation of the holy energy in the body further climbed, and the puppet rune hanging three inches above the head was rippling with blue light, growing little by little, as if a fatal blow was brewing.

"Mu Renxiong, don't waste your efforts. You were not my opponent back then, and you are still not my opponent now!"

In the gloomy sedan chair, a pitch-black talisman suddenly rushed out, hovering above the sedan chair without moving.

All of a sudden, there was a strong wind, and the whole Tiance Valley seemed to have fallen into an ice cave that hadn't melted for billions of years, and everyone was shivering from the cold.Mu Renxiong was the first to bear the brunt, a layer of ice slag quickly appeared on his body, and the puppet charm suspended above his head was no exception.All of a sudden, the blue light dimmed, and it was even sealed by a thin layer of ice slag, and its momentum dropped drastically.

Zuo Bufan, the gloomy leader of the Yinfeng Sect, also quickly sacrificed his own talisman, the Yinfeng Talisman.

After a pause, he continued quietly: "That's right, the slave family is insane and has been punished by fate. Back then, if it wasn't for the conspiracy of Zhao Ji, No. , although I was conspired against and fell short, but my cultivation level is still higher than your Mu Renxiong. My Yinfeng **** just restrains your puppet**! Hahaha, Mu Renxiong, I really don’t want to be reconciled, just let me come here try!"

"Zuo... Bu... Fan..., you think I really dare not kill you!"

Mu Renxiong paused every word, and took a step forward coldly, the ice slag on his body and the puppet rune cracked and cracked, and cracks appeared one after another.Then, as soon as the cold wind blew, they fell down one after another and fell apart.The blue light of the puppet rune hanging above the head skyrocketed, full of murderous aura, and it looked like it would never die.

"Come on, Mu Renxiong, I have been waiting for you for a long time. You are lucky to have been trapped in the fairy prison for so many years, otherwise, you would have died long ago!"

Zuo Bufan sneered coldly, his voice was so male and female that it made one's scalp tingle.The Yinfeng Talisman hanging on the sedan chair suddenly burst into thick black mist, covering a radius of ten feet.Looking from a distance, the weird guide boy disappeared, and the gloomy sedan chair also disappeared. There was only a thick black mist that could not be penetrated by spiritual thoughts, which made one's heart skip a beat.

Sensing the horror of the black mist carefully, the murderous Mu Renxiong was also shocked.Pretending to pounce, but he hasn't really pounced for a long time, hesitating!

It sounds like Zuo Bufan, the former formidable enemy, has been mortally wounded, and his body is neither male nor female.However, his cultivation is unfathomable, not inferior to himself.The collision of the two talismans is bound to be earth-shattering and unpredictable.One blow with all strength may win a complete victory, not only can take away the Chaos Orb in Mu Feng's body, but also kill Zuo Bufan, his old enemy;

Today's Yinfeng Sect is no longer the Yinfeng Sect that kept pace with the Immortal Sword Sect and was so powerful in the world; however, the Wooden Renzong is not the same as the Wooden Renzong back then, and its power has declined even more.Once he suffers a serious injury, not only will the Wooden Renzong be revived, but it may also be heard by many powerful enemies who have come out of the fairy prison, and they will be completely eradicated!

Mu Renxiong's face was cloudy and uncertain, he hesitated again and again, but he still didn't dare to make a move easily, and became stalemate.

One is the legendary head teacher of the Yinfeng Sect, and the other is the top master of the Immortal Prison. Both of them have also condensed their natal supernatural powers into talismans.Who will win this battle?

Everyone stared wide-eyed, staring at the movement on the ring without blinking, looking forward to it.In addition to being nervous, I am very excited, looking forward to the arrival of a wonderful decisive battle!

Expert duel, such a scene can only be met but never sought after.Especially the duel between two semi-holy masters, most people have never encountered it, never once in their life.Being able to witness the decisive battle between two semi-holy masters who have survived five holy catastrophes is definitely hard to find in a lifetime, and it benefits a lot. [

"My lord, what shall we do?"

Jian Nu walked behind Mu Feng and asked in a low voice.

After spending a lot of holy energy, he finally recovered from Mu Renxiong's blow, and his vitality was seriously injured.Looking at the astonishing Mu Renxiong, he felt lingering fear.

"Wait!"

Mu Feng ordered in a deep voice, to wait and see what happened.

Although he recovered quickly with the help of the leader of the Yinfeng Sect, Zuo Bufan, he did not show his powerful blood witch avatar, nor did he activate the Yinfeng Formation and Zhoutian Dayan Formation, and he calmly watched the changes.

A decisive battle between two masters of the Five Tribulations and Half-Saints is not something that he, a cultivator in the real world, can handle.All he can do is to wait and see what happens, patiently waiting for the opportunity to appear.As long as Mu Renxiong and Zuo Bufan, the leader of the Yinfeng Sect, are both injured, or their strength is exhausted, it is the time for the Zhou Tian Dayan Formation to launch a fatal blow!

"Messengers of Kongming Valley, see... see... Jiyuan Shengjun!"

Just when Mu Renxiong and Zuo Bufan were in a stalemate, the atmosphere became more and more tense, and when the battle was about to break out, a loud voice suddenly came from the sky, accompanied by a burst of jingling sounds that shook people's souls.

Then, a man in black flew over from the sky.He is tall and tall, holding a calligraphy and painting in his left hand, and a soul-destroying bell in his right.Although there was still a long distance and his face was unclear, Mu Feng quickly felt a familiar aura.

"King Ming Messenger Sword Edge, Sword Seventeen?"

Mu Feng's eyes lit up, and he quickly recognized the identity of the visitor.