Shamanism kills the god

"Master Sovereign, can you let go of Shuang'er now?"

Being stared at by Murong Bi without blinking, Mu Feng couldn't help feeling a little nervous, but there was no fear on his face. . Secretly pumping the blood in the body, ready to shoot at any time.

Originally, based on the relationship between the ghost mother and the Poison Sect Patriarch Murong Bi, I thought there was an extra layer of reliance and intimacy.Hearing the latter's words, he must be called a slut, and quickly realized that the relationship between the two of them was far from what he had imagined. Not only were they not close, they sounded like a pair of enemies with an unforgettable hatred.

In an instant, the situation became even worse for him and Jing Wushuang!

"Well, that's right, it's the breath of life, and there's a vaguely familiar scent..."

Sect Master Murong did not close his eyes slightly, as if he was quietly sensing something.After a long time, his eyes flashed coldly, he looked at Mu Feng and said in a deep voice, "Master Mu, what is it in your arms, why is there a breath of life?"

Breath of life?

Mu Feng was a little surprised, his heart moved, and he quickly took out a crystal bottle from his arms.Inside, the Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada, which had been silent for a long time, broke out of its cocoon at some point, and its tiny wings were shaking gently, "My lord, are you talking about this little bug?"

"Twelve-winged Golden Cicada?"

Sect Master Murong's face changed, and he took a look from a distance, and immediately recognized what was sealed in the crystal bottle.As the Patriarch of the Poison Sect, he understands the horror of a Twelve-winged Cicada better than anyone else. He said in a deep voice, "Master Mu, where did you get this Twelve-winged Cicada?"

"This twelve-winged golden cicada was given to me by Grandma Li some time ago."

Mu Feng is true or not, and after a pause, he continued: "At that time, my muscles and veins were damaged and severely blocked, and I couldn't practice at all. For this reason, my mother-in-law gave me this golden cicada, and told me to use my natal essence frequently. Blood feeding. It is because of this little guy that the tendons can be dredged bit by bit, thus formally stepping into the threshold of cultivation."

"Hahaha, for you?"

Sect Master Murong laughed loudly, his face changed suddenly, and he looked at Mu Feng and continued coldly: "Who is Li Feifei, she harms others and does not benefit herself, and she can use any means to achieve her own goals. To cultivate a twelve-winged golden cicada, at least It takes a hundred years to gradually refine into a second soul by using the secret method of the Poison Sect. As a person, how could she give you such a treasure? Hahaha..."

Second soul?

Mu Feng was startled, and asked: "Lord Suzerain, is there anything wrong with this little golden cicada?"

"Hmph, it's not just as simple as something wrong!"

Sect Master Murong snorted coldly, and then said in a deep voice, "On the surface, you have cut off the connection between that bitch Li Feifei and this Twelve-Winged Cicada, and cut off her connection to this Golden Cicada. However, part of her soul has long been deeply imprinted in the soul of this golden cicada. With your current strength, you can't even detect her secret hands and feet. How can it be completely erased? The essence and blood you feed The more you have, the more powerful this golden cicada will be, and the moment you break the seal and fly out in the future will be your death day!"

"what?"

Mu Feng and Jing Wushuang screamed in unison, pale with shock.

Jing Wushuang was completely unprepared, she never expected that the ghost mother would be so vicious.On the surface, they helped each other with all their strength, but they did such tricks secretly.Mu Feng was taken aback, his limbs were cold.

I thought that I had completely cut off the ghost mother's control over the Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada, but I didn't know that it was just my own wishful thinking.Hearing what Sect Master Murong said, I finally understood why sometimes when I was concentrating on meditation, I always felt flustered and uneasy for no reason.Dare to feel, the problem lies in this poisonous Jin Chan.

"Sovereign Master, please help to save Brother Mufeng, and find a way to eradicate the poison of the Twelve-winged Golden Cicada!" Jing Wushuang quickly recovered, crawled down without hesitation, and then said: "As long as Brother Mufeng can be Peace, Shuang'er can pay all the price, and never betray the teacher for the rest of his life!"

"For the rest of my life, never betray?"

Looking at the resolute Jing Wushuang, Sect Master Murong nodded, "Okay, okay, Shuang'er, for the sake of my future closed disciple, I will help him!"

call……

As soon as the words fell, Sect Master Murong blew them out in one breath.Immediately, the twelve-winged golden cicada in the crystal bottle let out a mournful cry, and the imprint left by the ghost mother in the soul was forcibly erased.Then, the whole body was frozen.

At the same time, an obscure formula appeared in Mu Feng's mind, and a cold voice came from next to his ear, "Mu Feng, this is a formula for cultivating the Toxic Heart Sutra. You can gradually control this golden cicada, and even refine it into a second soul. Remember, when you return to Jianning City, don't show your flaws, when that bitch Li Feifei tries to control this golden cicada and take your life , and then suddenly counterattack. After freezing for a period of time and not being able to drink blood for a long time, as soon as this golden cicada rushes out, it will instinctively attack the person closest to it, remember!"

Fight poison with poison!

The ghost mother is vicious and vicious, and as her senior sister, Sect Master Murong is not an easy-going lamp.He quickly followed the plan and thought of a more sinister method.

"Thank you, Lord Suzerain!"

Mu Feng bent down to salute, on the surface he was respectful, but secretly he had a heart, no one would believe it.

No matter the ghost mother who is not like a human being or a ghost like a ghost, or the suzerain Murong who looks like a [-]-year-old girl with a graceful figure in front of her, they are all cruel masters, and no one can be trusted!

"Okay, you can go now. Take these three Yang Soul Pills, leave the Poison Sect before dark, and never come back again!" Sect Master Murong threw three red pills with yang energy, and suddenly stood up , and is about to leave with Jing Wushuang.

"Shuang'er..., Lord Sovereign, what about Shuang'er, where are you taking her?" Looking at Sect Master Murong who was about to turn around and leave, Mu Feng was startled, feeling vaguely that something was wrong.From the beginning to the end, he didn't know what was written in Ghost Mother's handwritten letter.Seeing that Sect Master Murong was about to take Jing Wushuang away, he was very anxious.

"Shuang'er? Of course you are worshiping under my Murong Bi sect. From then on, you will be born as a member of the Poison Sect and die as a ghost of the Poison Sect. It has nothing to do with you."

Sect Master Murong grabbed Jing Wushuang's wrist, and with a wave of the long sleeves that stretched to the ground, the wall behind the altar rumbled apart, revealing a stone staircase with no end in sight.With a light tap of the toes on the ground, Jing Wushuang was taken away like clouds and fog.

"No, Shuang'er..."

Seeing that Jing Wushuang was about to be dragged away by Sect Master Murong, Mu Feng was startled and angry, shouted angrily, and chased after him desperately.His eyes were red, and the blood in his body suddenly rolled up, emitting a monstrous heat wave.