Shamanism kills the god

Nine Deaths Divine Art is really extraordinary!

After watching the back of his eldest brother, Tianhu disappear into the distance, the shock in Mu Feng's heart slowly calmed down. .|

Just now, even though he was slightly better in the contest with Cracking Tianhu, he also consumed a lot of physical and spiritual energy.Except for the [-]th Blood Witch Order and the Blood Glow that were not sacrificed, the blood wheel, blood armor and blood vines and other killing moves have been fully deployed, coupled with the fierce Misty Rain swordsmanship, this is the only way to make a move after hundreds of rounds of the battle. win.

After returning from the dead and comprehending the Profound Gate of Life and Death, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. The elder brother Cie Tianhu's natal supernatural powers are really powerful!

This time, he broke through from the early stage of the mortal realm to the peak of the mortal realm, and went up three levels in a row. What about next time?

From Lie Tianhu, Mu Feng saw the urgency of cultivation.If you don't work hard to cultivate, you will soon comprehend the third level of blood refining Dafa, and the next time you meet again, maybe you will be far from being the opponent of Tianhu Cracking!

After gently wiping the sweat off his forehead, Mu Feng turned around and was just about to go back to his room to rest when he suddenly stopped, only to find his mother standing behind the door and said anxiously: "Mother, it's windy at night, How did you get up?"

"I slept too much during the day and couldn't fall asleep at night, so get up and watch the nonsense of your brothers!"

Situ Qing leaned against the door frame, looked at the muscular Mu Feng, who was more than a head taller than him, and slowly continued: "Feng'er, you big brother, you are kind and righteous, and you are a good person worthy of association. However, you have to keep in mind that fate is changeable, and for their own interests or pursuits, even the best brothers may turn against each other. The person who hurts you the most may be the person closest to you, so never let your guard down."

"Yes, Feng'er remembered. Mother, you are not in good health yet, don't get the cold wind, I will help you go back to your room to rest!"

Mu Feng nodded, and walked over to help his seriously ill mother. .|

Seeing that he didn't take his words seriously, Situ Qing sighed secretly and moved his mouth. He wanted to persuade Mu Feng again, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it.There are some things that others say are useless at most. You have to experience it yourself and experience the pain before you can feel and experience it.

call……

Just as the two were about to go back to their room, a gust of cold wind blew past.

"Mu...Feng..., I know you're back, go in..., go into...the mountain, horse...on..."

In the dark wind, there was a vaguely cold and hoarse voice.As the wind spreads to every corner of the night, it seeps into people's hearts.That kind of cold and evil aura made people tremble with fear.Many people who were sleeping soundly woke up suddenly, dripping with cold sweat, and felt palpitations in their hearts.

The scary voice was faintly present, but when he listened intently, there was nothing there, it seemed to be just an illusion.But not long after lying down, he woke up again.

ghost mother!

This is the breath of the ghost mother, and she is using the supernatural powers of the Yinfeng sect in the distant back mountain to call her own spirit!

Mu Feng's heart trembled, and he quickly understood what was going on.

The sound caught in the dark wind, most people just feel a heart palpitation, but he bears the brunt of it.His hands and feet were cold, and the soul in his mind was shaking for a while, and there were faint signs of losing control and breaking away!

Could it be that the old witch has completely lost her patience, and she has to do it in advance, and can't wait any longer?

Mu Feng's shock was not trivial, and he quickly remembered the conspiracy of the old witch, the ghost mother.

"Feng'er, what's that sound? Why do I seem to hear someone calling your name?" Situ Qing turned to look at Mu Feng with a disturbed expression.

Just now, when the wind passed by, she vaguely heard the voice of the ghost mother.His body was weak and his consciousness was in a trance. He didn't know whether it was his own illusion or if someone really called his son. He instinctively felt a strong sense of unease.

"Mother, you are suspicious!"

Mu Feng smiled and calmly comforted his restless mother, "It's late at night, and a little sound can go far. Although Jianning is not a big town, there are quite a few people in the city, who can't sleep late at night and are drinking. , There are too many people talking or arguing. It's late now, mother, you should go to bed earlier!"

Mu Feng tried to calm down, and helped his skeptical mother to lie down and rest in the room.Turning around and going out, the moment she closed the door, the ghost mother's voice sounded again, "Mu... Feng..., Mu... Feng..."

The gloomy voice pierced through the wall, unstoppable, and it was useless to cover your ears.

Under the scream of the ghost mother, the soul in Mu Feng's body beat more and more violently, as if being grabbed and pulled out by an invisible big hand, and his headache was about to split.Across a long distance, just a few calls are so powerful, the strength of the ghost mother is shocking, and I don't know what kind of supernatural power she is displaying.

Dementia sound!

By the way, this must be the deadly supernatural power of the Yinfeng Sect - Dementor Sound!

Mu Feng recited the witchcraft silently, forcibly suppressed the beating of the soul again, and remembered a supernatural power mentioned in Yin Fenglu's previous strokes.

According to Yin Fenglu, this is a terrifying supernatural power, which can only be cultivated by the core high-level leaders such as the elders, envoys, saints, and leaders of the sect.It takes a hundred years and it is difficult to master, but once you succeed in cultivation, you can kill people thousands of miles away, directly obliterating the soul of the enemy.

ding ding ding ding...

Mu Feng reached out and took out a copper bell from Qingfeng Ring, shook it vigorously, and the crisp bell rang immediately.Immediately, the lingering wind around him subsided quickly, and the violently beating soul in his mind also gradually calmed down.

Misty Rain Bell!

At the critical moment, Mu Feng suddenly remembered the magic weapon given to him by the Yanyu Building when he rushed out of the ambush on all sides.Sure enough, with the ringing of the bell, the power of the terrifying dementing sound is much smaller.

To go, or not to go?

Hearing the occasional calls from the dark wind, Mu Feng's face was solemn, and after pondering for a while, he resolutely flew away with Misty Rain Bell.

This trip was undoubtedly extremely dangerous, and the eerie and evil ghost mother was obviously about to lose her patience completely.But if you don't go, avoid seeing her, no one knows if the ghost mother will come out of the mountain in person and kill her directly in the Mu residence.At that time, not only will I be in great trouble, but even my mother will be implicated.

In addition, my mother's condition became more and more serious, and the so-called famous doctors couldn't even see any diseases.Ghost Mother's poison skills are amazing, and her medical skills are also extremely superb. If the mother's condition is to be cured, it may depend on whether she, an old witch, can do anything.

After weighing it for a while, Mu Feng resolutely headed for the night-shrouded back mountain regardless of the danger.As soon as the front foot left, Mu Qingzhu rushed in hurriedly, followed by a young woman in fluttering white clothes.

"Hey, where are the people, why are they gone?" Looking at the empty courtyard and wing rooms, Mu Qingzhu looked surprised.It was not easy to invite Mu Qingling, who was meditating and practicing, to come out of the mountain. Unexpectedly, the drunken Skybreaker disappeared, and Mu Feng didn't know where to go.

"Don't look for it, the person has already left, not long ago! Qingzhu, you stay in the mansion and don't move, I'll follow and have a look!"

Mu Qingling's face was serious when he heard the faintly depressing sound in the air, and he flew to catch up while talking, but disappeared in the blink of an eye, only the cold voice came from afar.