Shamanism kills the god

"Master Mu, please!"

The middle-aged man with a goatee quickly took Mu Feng and the others to a courtyard in the camp to settle down. %&*";

After the arrangements were made, I left, "Gong Qinghong, although I was appointed as the camp manager by the elder brother, but I have little knowledge. In the future, please give me a lot of advice from Mr. Mu. If you encounter any problems in life, you can come to me at any time!"

"Okay, thank you, Manager Gong!"

Mu Feng bent down to salute, looking at the figure of the other party leaving.His mouth moved, and after thinking about it, he swallowed the words back.

After the fierce battle, people suffered heavy casualties. Fortunately, the two Jianshui gang masters hiding in the camp survived and settled down together.However, after searching and searching, he did not see the sword slave, which made people feel a little uneasy.

With the strength of Sword Slave Realm Realm, logically speaking, there shouldn't be any danger.However, since he fought to the death with the demon ghost Xue Wuying in Vale, he has been seriously injured, and the demon energy has infiltrated into his internal organs and bone marrow.Under the aftermath of the fierce battle between the female devil king and Tuobatian, maybe they were really affected and encountered some danger.

Originally, Mu Feng was going to ask the camp manager Gong Qinghong for help, and asked him to send people around to find the trace of the sword slave.But seeing that the other party was in a hurry and there was a shortage of manpower everywhere in the camp, he had no choice but to give up.Prepare to settle down, rest for a while, and then go out and look for it yourself.

Along the way, thanks to Sword Slave's help, he narrowly escaped death several times.Now, of course, I can't ignore it.

After these few days of contact, Mu Feng became more and more familiar with Jian Nu's character.But for some reason, this expert sent by the scholar-bureaucrat He Xuangao always gives people a mysterious feeling, and there are mysteries in him.

"Hey, Gong Qinghong... Could it be that the middle-aged man just now is..."

While Mu Feng was pondering, Jian Wushang at the side suddenly let out an exclamation, looking at the retreating back of the camp manager Gong Qinghong, his expression moved.

"Brother Wushang, is there something wrong?" Mu Feng asked.

"It's not wrong, but it's too unexpected.%&*";Brother Mufeng, do you know who the middle-aged man was just now? "

Jian Wushang paused, and before Mu Feng could reply, he continued, "More than 100 years ago, a terrifying demon emerged from Southern Border, and formed an evil sect, calling himself the Qinghong Gang, who killed people like hemp. That demon His name is Gong Qinghong, and his nickname is Fast and Slow Knife. It is said that when killing people, the speed is astonishing, and one knife can immobilize people. It's better to die! I heard that the whole gang was bloodbathed overnight, how could this devil be here?"

Fast knife?

Mu Feng frowned, looked up at the sky outside, and said, "Brother Wushang, don't think too much. In the vast world, there are countless people with the same name and surname. It's getting late, go to bed early!"

"That's right, everyone is tired, go to bed early!"

Lu Xuanfeng nodded, seeing that Mu Feng was preoccupied, he winked, stretched out his hand to hold Jian Wushang who was about to say something, and went back to their rooms to rest.

After closing the door, Mu Feng simply treated the wound on his body, listened intently to the movement outside, and then went out through the window, looking for the sword slave.

The surviving students and war slaves were experienced and quickly cleaned up the battlefield.The corpses scattered all over the field have been buried in a centralized manner, and even the blood on the city head has been washed away with clean water.Mu Feng was very fast, and quickly turned around inside and outside the camp, but unfortunately, he found nothing and could not find the whereabouts of the sword slave.

I asked a few students who were responsible for cleaning the battlefield, but there was no clue. The seriously injured sword slave seemed to disappear in an instant.There was no corpse left, nor any trace, as if it really had never appeared like a shadow.

The camp built on the top of the mountain looks like a cold military fortress from the outside.But after walking around inside, you can find that all kinds of facilities are available, with mountains and water.External defense is strict, and internal management is also very strict.Basically, there is a watchtower every [-] meters, guarded day and night.In many places, it is strictly forbidden for any unrelated people to enter or leave.

After knowing Mu Feng's identity secretly, people were polite to Mu Feng who had just arrived, answering every question.Unfortunately, after more than an hour of busy work, the whereabouts of Jian Nu were still not found.In desperation, Mu Feng had no choice but to give up, and quickly returned to the courtyard where the group was located, and sat down cross-legged in the room.

After searching for a while, although he couldn't find Jian Nu's whereabouts, he can be sure of one thing, Jian Nu is definitely not dead yet.Maybe it was due to some urgent business and I left the camp, or maybe it was because I didn't like living in crowded places by nature, so I found a remote corner on the mountain to meditate silently and recuperate my body.

"Shanhe Shejijue, the sage of the earth... When will I be able to cultivate to the state of Tuoba Tiandu?"

Recalling Tuoba Tiandu's astonishing strength, Mu Feng was fascinated for a while, full of longing for powerful power.He is also full of interest and anticipation in the Shanhe Sheji Jue practiced by the lord Yebei Palace.

As a blood-refining witch, blood-refining Dafa is his unique supernatural power and the foundation of his life; no matter what time he can't give up the comprehension and cultivation of this skill, there is no doubt about it.However, the Shanhe Sheji Jue passed down from generation to generation in Xiangshan Academy is not trivial. The domineering, vigor and perseverance required for this practice method are exactly what he has been pursuing all along.

gurgling, gurgling, gurgling...

After taking a deep breath, Mu Feng calmed down and concentrated on his cultivation.Slowly, the blood flow in the body accelerated, and the abdomen rose and fell greatly.Every time it runs around, the blood in the body is concentrated, merging the majestic yang energy and pure spiritual power.Slowly, strands of blood seeped out, turning into a faint blood mist that enveloped the entire courtyard.

Deep underground, about 300 meters away, is a secret underground chamber.

Usually, except for Tuoba Tiandu, who is practicing in seclusion, no one comes in here, and there are heavy guards outside.However, while Mu Feng was meditating, a figure hurried in.After the announcement, he pushed the door and walked in, kneeling in front of Tuoba Tiandu who was sitting cross-legged quietly in fear.His face was a bit old, and he had a goatee on his chin. It was none other than Gong Qinghong, the camp manager.

"Qing Hong, if you have anything to say, tell me!"

Tuoba Tiandu's tone was flat, wisps of black energy leaked from his body from time to time, gradually forcing out the devilish energy that had invaded his body.On the ground, there are all stone slabs made of inestimable celestial stones.In the small secret room, energy is surging, and pure power is continuously infiltrated from the ground.Obviously, the entire secret room is built on an underground crystal vein, which has an inexhaustible source of spiritual power.

"My lord, according to reliable information, Mu Feng came in this time because he was tested and tempered by the palace lord. Once he successfully completes the task, he will be accepted as a closed disciple after returning to the academy and teach him the formula of Shanhe Sheji."

Gong Qinghong's face was gloomy, and he suddenly made a beheading motion, and continued coldly: "Xiangshan Academy is destined to belong to adults, and the orthodoxy of earth sages can only belong to adults alone. However, this kid Mu Feng is very talented , let him practice like this, maybe one day he might really become a threat. My lord, now is a difficult opportunity, why don't you ask your subordinates to take action and kill them all!"

"madness!"

Tuobatian sneered, "Qing Hong, you have been wandering in the Great Thousand World for so long anyway, you can't see through this at all. On the surface, Mu Feng's coming in this time is the test and experience of the palace lord, but in fact , Isn't it the palace lord's temptation to me, to see if I have the qualifications to completely inherit his mantle. Where is Tiandu Peak? Everyone knows that this is my Tuoba Tiandu site. Leave a handle?"

"Sir, then..."

Gong Qinghong's heart shuddered, secretly thankful that she didn't attack Mu Feng recklessly.

Who is Ye Bei Gong?

A master of the Great Thousand Worlds, the master of Xiangshan Academy, how can his methods be unusual?

Accidentally revealing his feet, Tuoba Tiandu may have nothing, but he is doomed!

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements. Who am I, Tuobatian, the former Great Prince of the Yan Kingdom, and the future Ninety-Nine Sovereign of the Great Yan Kingdom? Come compete."

Tuoba Tiandu's face was resolute, and he continued indifferently: "Qinghong, remember, in the face of absolute power, all schemes are futile. Shady schemes and tricks can be won temporarily and some small benefits. But to win the whole In the future, to have the last laugh, conspiracy alone is not enough. Only Yangmou, Yangmou, which makes people know what is going on and cannot resist, is the kingly way! As long as I break through to the realm of saints, or gather the Dao heart of the earth saints, No matter how many direct disciples the master accepts, no one can shake my position, no one can compete with me for the orthodox lineage of the sage of the earth!"

"Yes!"

Gong Qinghong bowed to salute, and slowly backed out.