Shamanism kills the god

After getting out of trouble, Mu Feng didn't go far, and hid in a bush on the mountainside of Hidden Sword Peak. .

It wasn't that he didn't want to move on, but that he was powerless, and his chest was throbbing with burning pain, so he could only find a place to lurk on the spot.Fortunately, the astonishingly powerful Qingpao man did not lead many Tongtianwei to catch up.

hiss……

Mu Feng tore off the robe on his body, looked down, and gasped.

On the chest, a handprint was clearly visible, and the surrounding skin was as hot as if it had been burned.It looked like it wasn't seriously injured by someone's palm, but branded directly with a red-hot iron hand!

Great!

Mu Feng was still terrified, and at this moment, he realized how lucky he was to be able to get out of trouble.No wonder, the black-clothed woman was obviously strong, but she was seriously injured by the terrifying green-robed man in just a short moment.

After breaking through to the peak of the mortal realm, his strength was astonishing.With one palm, it is like eighteen giant dragons colliding head-on, and the average mortal peak can be smashed into meat with one palm.But in front of the green-robed man, he was so insignificant that he was almost killed on the spot by his palm.It is impossible to imagine the extent of his strength.

Lord Hou, who is this green-robed man?

Mu Feng secretly guessed the identity of the green-robed man, sat down cross-legged, pinched the Wu Jue with his hand, performed blood-refining Dafa to heal injuries on the spot, and began to cultivate.

The blood refining method is a blood witch's natal supernatural power, and it is also the best way to heal injuries.

As long as the blood in the body is not exhausted, and there is still a drop of natal blood, the internal organs, muscles and bones that have been severely injured or even shredded can be slowly retrained.After cultivating to a high level, even if someone kills you on the spot and wipes out, you can still be reborn with a drop of blood, and your vitality is extremely tenacious.It is precisely because of this that he is called the most violent and terrifying ancient great witch!

Seeing Mu Feng sitting cross-legged to heal his wounds, Jing Wushuang pulled out the sharp sword from his waist and stood quietly aside to warn him.

Although the power is small, only the strength of the early stage of the mortal realm, any Tong Tianwei can easily kill her if he catches up with her.However, no matter how weak her strength is, she will never let the enemy charge up at this time. Looking at Mu Feng, who had suffered countless injuries along the way, his eyes were red, his nose was sore, and his pursuit and desire for power suddenly became extremely strong.

She doesn't pursue fame and fortune, and she has no interest in reaching the peak of cultivation; she just wants to prevent Mu Feng from fighting alone again when she meets a strong enemy again, and doesn't want to see another bloody wound on his body!

strength!

Jing Wushuang, who was weak and weak, who had not recovered from his serious injury, murmured softly.

The ghost mother's strength is unfathomable, among other things, she is proficient in medicine and poison.However, in the past, she was only willing to learn the medical skills of curing diseases and saving lives, and she had no interest in cultivation, let alone the extremely evil poison skills in her opinion.No matter how the ghost mother coerces and lures her, she just doesn't learn.

At that time, some of the things the ghost mother said sounded particularly harsh, but now, I realized that what she said was right.

There is no distinction between righteousness and evil in poison art itself, and there is a distinction between good and evil, which is a person's nature.A clever poison technique means powerful power, which can be used to kill or save people.If he had learned half of Ghost Mother's ability, Mu Feng wouldn't have to work so hard and be so dangerous along the way!

"Perhaps, it's not a bad thing to join the Poison Sect and practice the terrible Poison Heart Sutra!"

Jing Wushuang, who was standing quietly, suddenly had an extra thought in his mind.

Deep affection, how can it be day and night?

To really love someone, you don't have to be around him all day long, but you want him to be happy and safe all his life!

call……

Halfway up the mountain, the howling cold wind was even colder, with the chill on the iceberg, it was bitingly cold.Jing Wushuang, who was standing guard with a sword, was only wearing a thin long robe, shivering from the cold.Slowly, as the cold became stronger and stronger, a layer of frost even appeared on the exposed hands, making the limbs numb from the cold.

The cold wind is howling, getting into the dense bushes, it will definitely be a lot warmer.But from the beginning to the end, Jing Wushuang has been standing still quietly, concentrating on sensing the movement around him, lest the terrifying Tong Tianwei will go away and come back, and suddenly jump out of the darkness.Just like that, I stood motionless in the cold wind until dawn.

"Enter the Tao with killing, carry the Tao with blood!"

When the sky was getting dark, Mu Feng finally opened his eyes, and slowly calmed down the turbulent blood in his body.Looking down, the palm on the chest has faded, if there is nothing there.

The powerful attack, coupled with the amazing self-healing ability, made him full of confidence in the natal supernatural power of blood refining.It is definitely not wishful thinking to continue to practice like this and one day set foot on the pinnacle of cultivation.As long as one breaks through to the realm of real people, the lifelong director Yujian, the blind master and the great disciple Mu Tie are all ants!

Three years!

Three years later, the life-and-death battle with the big disciple Mu Tie who passed on the practice had always put him under a lot of pressure. At this moment, he was looking forward to it even more.Looking forward to the moment when God will block and kill God three years later, and will crush and kill Mu Tie in public!

Mu Tie, who practiced the unfeeling way of swordsmanship, made rapid progress and was known as the proud son of heaven. With the help of a peerless devil like Master Blind, it's hard to imagine his cultivation level astonishing.However, fate is changeable, who said that he must not be an opponent in three years?

Mu Feng's fighting spirit was surging, and he would never give up until the last moment.After taking a deep breath, he quietly comprehended the mystery of blood refining Dafa.

The first level of blood coagulation, plundering the enemy's blood essence;

The second level of blood refinement is to temper the muscles, bones and blood vessels, and the blood energy will be transformed into sharp weapons such as blood spears, blood armor and blood wheels;

What about the third weight?

What kind of changes will there be, and to what extent?

Feeling the abundant and surging power in his body, Mu Feng suddenly stood up, raised his head and gave a long roar, full of anticipation for the third level of blood refining Dafa.

He had a premonition that the day when he would break the seal of the ancestral witch's blood essence and comprehend the third level of the blood refining method would not be too far away.Maybe it was the moment of breaking through to the elite level, maybe it was the next moment.Refining blood to seize the sun, plundering the enemy's power; devouring a large amount of heaven and earth aura, or inadvertently having an epiphany, the next layer of seal may be opened naturally!

"Shuang'er, look at this token, is there any mystery?"

Mu Feng took out the Tongtian Token that was taken from the head of Tongtianwei, and handed it to Jing Wushuang who was standing beside him.Then, he took out a long robe of his own from the Qingfeng ring, and gently put it on her body.

The robe was so thin that it couldn't block the howling cold wind at all.But wearing it on his body, Jing Wushuang, who was frozen in the middle of the night, felt warm, warm to the heart. After a soft reply of 'hmm', he carefully observed the token in his hand, and gently stroked the runes on it.

The whole body is black, like jade but not jade, like iron but not iron. I don't know what material this token is made of.A huge tripod is engraved on the front, majestic and majestic, symbolizing the power of Emperor Tongtian, and a compelling majesty rushes over at a glance.The back is engraved with a pattern of crossed swords, which is murderous.

"No, it looks like there shouldn't be any mystery, it's just a badge to verify identity." After careful observation, Jing Wushuang shook his head.

"No, this is not just an ordinary waist card!"

Mu Feng smiled, and forced out a drop of blood essence, and dripped it on the Tongtian Token.Immediately, a black light flashed on the back of the token, and a figure gradually emerged.With a hulking back and a handsome face, it is none other than Mu Feng himself.The lower right corner is shining, and the four numbers '[-]' emerge.

Looking at the figure on the waist card, and then at Mu Feng standing in front of him, Jing Wushuang screamed, "Hey... Brother Mu Feng, this..."

"This is a secret message of Tongtianwei. People who don't know the inside story can't pretend to be fake even if they get a waist card. Only their own blood can inspire the hidden information."

Mu Feng paused, then continued: "Unfortunately, not only did the little leader of Tongtianwei die in my hands, but the blood in his body was also refined on the spot. As a result, this waist card now becomes mine. Shuang'er, from now on, you will call me five two one three!"

Crossing the sea without knowing the truth, walking in the Tongtian Dynasty as a Tongtian Guard?

Jing Wushuang's eyes lit up, and he quickly understood Mu Feng's intentions.Help him put on the big hat, holding a long sword, with an imposing manner, he really looks like a heavenly guard.

"Shuang'er, let's go, the Hengling Mountains are ahead!"

Mu Feng put away the Tongtian Token, bent over and carried Jing Wushuang on his back, and left quickly, walking like flying.Soon, it turned over the towering Tibetan Sword Peak and disappeared into the boundless forest.