Shamanism kills the god

"It's just in time, kill!"

Facing the combined attack of the seven great immortal sect semi-holy masters, Mu Feng showed no fear, and suddenly raised his head and let out a long roar, flying towards him.Instead of offering big weapons such as hitting the magic whip and cutting the holy platform, he slapped him head-on.

Boom..., boom...

With this palm shot, a magnificent world of mountains and rivers emerged in the palm of the palm, and the sixth layer of the world of mountains and rivers was displayed.

But different from before, the world of mountains and rivers emerging in the palm is no longer as simple as lifelike, but as if it is a real world.At first glance, the mountains and rivers are magnificent, the people inside are walking, the river is rushing, and vigorous vitality is coming.When I looked at it for the second time, it seemed that I was already in this world of mountains and rivers, and my soul was involved.

After practicing the Great Wilderness Secret Art of the Great Wilderness Gate and gaining insight into the mysteries of the power of the world, Mu Feng's cultivation base transformed again, fully demonstrating the power of the peerless magical power of the Mountain River Sheji Art.Even if the master Ye Beigong is present, I am afraid it is far inferior, the green is worse than the blue!

"Be careful, everyone, close your eyes and don't look at the world of mountains and rivers in his palm!"

"Monster, this is a monster that you will never see in millions of years!"

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The disciples of the seven immortal sects screamed in unison, and the elder Jianjian who was not far away didn't say a word, rolled up the body of the wild god Man Jianghan and flew away, fleeing thousands of miles away, trying to rush back to Kunlun as quickly as possible Mountain.

After being severely injured by the wild god Man Jianghan using the power of the wild world, he, a master of the saint realm, was already seriously injured. He felt the increasingly powerful power of the painting world in Mu Feng's body, and he dared not hesitate or delay for a moment.After cultivating to his level, he deeply understands how terrifying it is for a cultivator who has comprehended the power of the world!No matter how low his realm seems, his strength is still no small matter. If he suddenly gave himself a fatal blow like the wild god Man Jianghan, his body might really collapse under the terrifying power of the world!

"Under my world of mountains and rivers, saints are like dogs!"

Mu Feng shouted sharply, accelerated suddenly, and took advantage of the moment when the disciples of the Seven Great Immortals closed their eyes involuntarily, and slapped fiercely.With a puff sound, the world was clean, the disciples of the seven great immortal sects were all blown away, the powerful sword array was wiped out, and the flying swords that fell like snowflakes were captured into the world of mountains and rivers in Mu Feng's palm, without leaving a trace.

"No...how is it possible?"

Elder Jianhen who fell to the ground like a broken kite opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood. After moving his limbs, he gritted his teeth and struggled to raise his head to look at Mu Feng who was approaching step by step, his face full of disbelief.

A master of the Seven Great Half-Saints, he was slapped away by a cultivator in the real world, who would believe it?

If someone else said that, Elder Jianhen would definitely not believe it.Just a moment ago, he thought that under the siege of his group of seven people, Mu Feng would undoubtedly die, and his face was grim; the next moment, they all fell to the ground, and the shock in his heart was unparalleled!

"Go, follow Elder Burying Sword, hurry up!"

"Wait for me, take me with you!"

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The other six Xianmen disciples struggled to get up one after another. Looking at the astonishingly powerful Mu Feng, they turned around and left like a ghost, running as far as they could.Unfortunately, before they could take a few steps, their bodies shook in unison, and Mu Feng slapped him coldly from behind.The strength was not great, but the body suddenly shivered, and then, the body dimmed, and all of them turned into a pool of blood, and both body and spirit disappeared.

Bleeding cotton palm!

Before the many disciples of the immortal sect left and flew away, Mu Feng made another attack.

After adding a ray of world power in the painting world, the simple move of turning the bloody palm is not as powerful as it used to be.Grasping the void with the big hand, after plundering the original power of the disciples of the Seven Great Immortals, he took a deep breath, and then activated the wheel of time and space in his body, his body disappeared in a flash, and followed the breath left by the elder Burial Sword in the air to catch up .

Thousands of miles away, on a snow mountain covered with ice and snow all year round, a figure is running desperately in the ice and snow.Although there was a person under his left arm, his speed didn't slow down at all. With a light tap of his toes on the snow, he swept a hundred meters away, and he was dozens of miles away in an instant. The speed was astonishing.

Although the speed is extremely astonishing, he has to grit his teeth and accelerate again and again, his face is pale, with obvious anxiety.It seemed that something terrible happened, and he ran all the way without looking back.

After abducting the imprisoned Rage God Man Jianghan who was imprisoned by the sky, the severely wounded Elder Jianjian ran wildly, without a trace of the demeanor and aloofness of a master of the saint realm.After Mu Feng sensed another completely different power of the world, he felt unprecedented anxiety in his heart.

It is luck to meet a cultivator below the saint level with the power of the world, and it is expected to plunder the other party's peerless treasure; however, meeting two such cultivators at the same time and facing two completely different worlds, then Maybe it wasn't luck, but a disaster!

Elder Burial Sword comes from the Immortal Sword Sect in the Immortal Sect. He specializes in swordsmanship and is not good at calculation.But after breaking through to the saint realm, he can also sense the changes in the world and sense his own future.From Mu Feng, he felt an instinctive danger, a danger that seemed to be more terrifying than the wild god Man Jianghan!

If you haven't been injured, then it's nothing, you can advance or retreat.After being severely injured by the wild god Man Jianghan, it was completely different!

"No, all the disciples of the Seven Great Immortal Sects are dead!"

Elder Jianjian, who was running forward, stopped suddenly, and his heart was shocked.

The moment the disciples of the Seven Great Immortal Sects were killed by Mu Feng's palm, he immediately had a feeling in his heart.Looking back at the vast snowy field, he gritted his teeth and continued to walk forward, recalling the increasingly strong power of the painting world in Mu Feng's body, the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became.

The seven great and half saints joined forces to attack, and in the end, all of them were killed in the blink of an eye. What does this mean?

It showed that his premonition was correct. On the surface, Mu Feng, who seemed to be still at the peak of the real world, had already far surpassed the average semi-holy master in real strength, which was extremely dangerous!Once he catches up with him, maybe he will never be able to return to Kunlun Mountain, this vast snowfield is his burial place!

Thinking of this, Elder Zunjian suddenly felt his heart move, his face turned pale, and he remembered what Master Xianhen Great Elder had said to himself a long, long time ago.The master said that he will have a calamity in the future, and it is very likely that he will die without a place to bury him.Therefore, I named myself Burial Sword, and asked myself to be content with mediocrity in my life, and not to help the tyrant, hoping to resolve the catastrophe in the future.

For the master's words, Zan Jian, who was still young at the time, didn't take it seriously, and even brooded over the unlucky-sounding Dao name of 'Zu Jian'.For this reason, at a young age, he left the mountain gate of the ancient fairy gate and wandered in the fairy prison.In the end, in order to survive and gain great strength, he joined the Nantianwang sect and became a master of the Saint Realm in Nankunlun.

Up to now, Burial Sword himself can't remember how many years it has been since he returned to the mountain gate of the ancient fairy gate far away in the world, but the words of the master Xianhen who guarded the ruins of the fairy gate suddenly came to mind at this moment, The memory is still fresh.

"Master, is this the catastrophe you mentioned?"

Recalling the words of the master, the elder Jianjian felt even more uneasy, and accelerated towards the vast snow mountain.As soon as the cold wind blew, the shallow footprints left on the snow quickly disappeared. However, the uneasiness in his heart lingered for a long time, but became more and more intense.