Shamanism kills the god

"Thank you both for saving your life!"

After confirming that the ghost mother had left, Mu Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed to Mu Qingling and Mai Laodao. .|

After scaring away the old witch, Ghost Mother, he finally felt at ease.

"You don't need to thank me, if you want to thank, just thank that girl Qingzhu!"

Mu Qingling, who was dressed in fluttering white clothes, was expressionless. From the beginning to the end, her expression hardly changed at all.

He looked Mu Feng indifferently up and down, turned and left, and flew down from the towering mountaintop with one step, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, only a cold voice came from afar, "Cultivate in a short period of time!" At the peak of the mortal realm, the talent is good, but unfortunately, the starting point is too low, and the training time is too short. Mu Tie is now known as the heartless sword, and no one can beat the sword's edge. Three years later, hello... From...for...for...for...!"

Heartless sword?

Mu Feng's heart shuddered, thinking of Mu Tie's cold look.

Hearing what Mu Qingling said, he quickly understood that Mu Tie, the former great disciple of the Mu Mansion, whose strength after breaking through to the elite level, might be far more terrifying than people rumored.With the inheritance of the Rueqing Dao, the Rueqing sword, and the entourage of Master Blind and others, it is hard to imagine that his cultivation speed will be fast.If we add the old Patriarch's all-out support in the future, will it still be worth it?

After scaring away the ghost mother, Mu Feng, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, immediately felt a heavy pressure again.The desire for power is getting stronger and stronger.

Mu Tie, who is known as the Unfeeling Sword, is like a mountain pressing on his body, forcing him to practice continuously and fight hard, not daring to relax even the slightest bit.Although the opponent's strength is astonishing, as long as he perseveres in cultivation, he will at least have a chance; if he relaxes in one breath and gives up on himself, then there is really no hope at all.

"Young man, it seems that your situation is not good."

The old man in sackcloth smiled, walked towards Mu Feng who was absent-minded, and then said: "Okay, now, we have finally settled our grievances. .| You lured away the pursuers of the Immortal Sword Gate for me, and I saved you all Life. Young man, it's time for you to return the things to me, bring them."

"Back to you?"

Mu Feng was in a daze, looking at the mysterious old man in linen who couldn't see the dragon's head and tail, for a moment, he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Oilcloth, the last time I was outside the Shangshutai, I told you to put the oilcloth close to your body." The old man in linen had a half-smile, looked up and down at the confused Mu Feng, paused, and then said: "The note inside has long been gone. Use it, what I want is the piece of tarpaulin wrapped with the note. Last time, in order to deal with the pursuit and search by the masters of the Immortal Sword Sect, I temporarily stored it with you, and now it is time to return it to its original owner."

linoleum?

Mu Feng subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his bosom, but it was empty.I just wanted to say that I didn't know where it fell, but suddenly, my heart moved, and I remembered that I received the Qingfeng ring by chance once.Sure enough, it was quickly found and taken out.Looking at this plain oilcloth, and then thinking about what the flying bat said, suddenly something moved in his heart, and he screamed, "Daoist, could it be..., could it be that the so-called Great Nirvana is this piece of oilcloth?"

"That's right, the peerless sword manual handed down by a generation of sage Gongsun is hidden on this oilcloth."

Seeing the oilcloth in Mu Feng's hand, the priest in linen was not excited, nor was he in a hurry to ask for it, his face was calm, as if he had expected that the oilcloth was still on Mu Feng.Looking at Mu Feng who was surprised, he smiled half-smile, "Why, Mr. Mu, could it be that this oilcloth has been on your body for so long, and you already have feelings, so you are reluctant to return it to the poor?"

Have feelings?

Mu Feng wanted to laugh, but suddenly found that he couldn't, and his face was bitter.

Looking at the tarpaulin, I couldn't help but think of what happened in the back mountain that day.I thought of the scene where I usually spoke softly, but made a decisive decision at the critical moment, hiding the scene of avoiding the pursuers with myself behind the back of the third year of junior high school.

A few days have passed, and I don't know if Shuang'er's condition has improved now, and has the terrible magic pill occurred?

Mu Feng saw things and thought about people, suddenly, he was really reluctant to return the oilcloth.It's not because it's a sword manual, but because this seemingly ordinary oilcloth carries the time he and Jing Wushuang were together, and entrusts his longing for a person.

Seeing that he was a little absent-minded and his face was gloomy, the old man in linen didn't urge him.He just sat down cross-legged on the spot, and creaked and pulled up the erhu in his hand.A feeling of vicissitudes, loneliness and indifference immediately penetrated into my heart, which touched Mu Feng who was overshadowed.

"Daozhang, thank you for your guidance and help, this oilcloth is returned to you!"

After a long time, Mu Feng came back to his senses amid the creaking erhu sounds, and quietly returned the oilcloth in his hand, which had caused a bloodbath and made countless people crazy, to the old man in linen, and placed it in front of him.

"The Great Nirvana Sword Manual handed down by a generation of Gongsun sages, Mr. Mu, are you not moved at all?" The old man in linen with a vicissitudes of life raised his head and looked at Mu Feng without blinking, as if a little surprised. As if it had been expected.

"It's mine, and no one can take it away; if it's not mine, no matter how precious or rare it is, I don't bother to snatch it! There are no rubbish cultivation techniques in the world, only rubbish practitioners. A person, truly powerful It's not about learning any exercises, but here. If the heart is strong enough, the person will be naturally strong. There are not many real cultivation methods, one is enough!"

Mu Feng's face was calm, and he pressed his palm lightly on his chest. Through the thin robe, he could feel the blood rushing in his body and the strong heartbeat.

After returning from the Poison Sect and his party, after going through many hardships, he has matured a lot without knowing it.Now, for him, the Misty Rain Swordsmanship, Yinfeng Dafa, and even the Great Sun Tathagata Liuli Jue presented by Master Kongwu are secondary; the blood-refining Dafa inherited by the ancient ancestor Wu Zhu Youxuan is the foundation of him as a blood witch !

"Okay, okay, a generation of talented scholars in Jianning, their knowledge is really extraordinary. Mr. Mu, it's a pity, it's a pity, we don't have the fate of master and apprentice; otherwise, I really want to accept you as the closed disciple of my Xiansuanmen, hahaha !"

The old man in linen looked at Mu Feng appreciatively, put away the oilcloth, laughed three times, and then drifted away.

In a blink of an eye, on the top of the mountain soaring into the clouds, there was only Mu Feng who was left quietly.Just as he was about to leave, suddenly, there was a faint buzzing sound in his ears.He lowered his head and searched carefully, and found the Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada spitting out silk threads and wrapping its body tightly in a crack in the stone.It seems that the little guy is about to evolve further after devouring a few drops of the ghost mother's blood.

"Take the opportunity to kill it, or..."

Mu Feng hesitated a little, then carefully put the motionless Twelve-winged Cicada into an empty bottle and sealed it again.

In this little guy, he sensed a faint sense of blood connection.According to Sect Master Murong, this is an early sign of the Beast Refinement Art. As long as you continue to practice, you can completely control this twelve-winged golden cicada, and then refine it into your second soul.At that time, the power will still be far above the unstoppable blood light.The only thing that needs to be careful is that you must be careful in the early stage, so as not to be hurt by this little guy.The fate of the ghost mother is a living lesson.

This highly poisonous golden cicada is undoubtedly a double-edged sword. If it is used well, it will definitely block gods and kill gods, and Buddhas will block and kill Buddhas.If you are not careful, you may be injured by it.

After carefully putting away the Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada, looking up at the sky, Mu Feng simply sat down cross-legged and began to practice on the spot

"When will you be able to comprehend the third level of blood refining?"

Looking up at the darkness in the distance, Mu Feng's eyes were firm, and he was full of anticipation for the third level of blood refining Dafa.There was a gurgling sound in the body, and the abdomen began to rise and fall sharply.In the thick darkness of the sky, one can vaguely see a line of fish-belly white.

No matter how terrible the storm is, it will always subside, and no matter how dark the night is, it will always pass.There is already a thin line of white belly in the sky, can the dawn be far behind?

In Mu Feng's heart, he was firmer than ever before, his heart was like a rock!

Although Mu Tie, the great disciple of Chuan Gong, is powerful, he believes that one day he will be able to trample Mu Qingyuan under his feet just like he crushed that wicked young man Mu Qingyuan!