Shamanism kills the god

The nascent painting world finally ushered in a real master!

Looking at the reverent demon ghost Xue Wuying, Mu Feng and Jian Nu looked at each other, and Qi Qi saw each other's excitement and excitement. %&*";

A former ancient demon god, even if his strength has greatly retreated, only one percent, or even one thousandth, of his heyday is left, but his realm is still there, and he retains a clear consciousness and complete memory.As long as there is enough time and a source of energy, one day it will be able to return to its peak!

With such a master sitting in charge, there is real security in the painting world, and you won't worry about being easily broken in by the enemy!

"Xuewuying, see what this is?"

Without further ado, Mu Feng quickly took out the ancient five-color soil and asked Xue Wuying, the ancient demon god who once ruled the world, to appraise it to see if there was any problem.

"Huh... the ancient five-color soil?"

Xue Wuying let out a scream, and then his eyes lit up. He was no stranger to the power of the Earth Sage and the ancient five-colored soil. "This is the treasure of the Earth Sage. My lord, you... have obtained the orthodoxy of the Earth Sage?"

"no!"

Mu Feng shook his head, and then said: "This is a treasure given to me by Tuoba Tiandu, a talented student in our school. The relationship between me and him is very delicate. In the near future, we may compete together for the orthodoxy of the sage of the earth. , and even the biggest threat to each other. Please help me see if there is anything wrong with these five groups of ancient five-color soil, and if someone has tampered with it."

"Tuoba Tiandu..."

Seeing Mu Feng's serious face and being extremely jealous of Tuobatian, Xue Wuying said it softly several times, remembering the name.

Put the ancient five-color soil on the palm of your hand, concentrate on sensing for a while, then shake your head, "My lord, I'm sorry, my strength has been greatly reduced now, and I can't sense if there is any problem..|i^However, this does not mean There is no way to crack it. I will teach you an ancient magical power-the heart of killing. Quack quack, no matter whether there is any problem with the five groups of ancient five-color soil, as long as you wash it with thick blood ten thousand times, ten million times, you will be considered an enemy. No matter how powerful the method is, it can be completely eliminated."

The ghost of the demon god chuckled, and as soon as the words fell, Mu Feng had an extra practice formula in his mind.

"Killing Heart?"

After Mu Feng got a general understanding, his eyes lit up.

The supernatural power taught by Xue Wuying is based on killing, through killing to plunder the energy and blood of the enemy, improve the realm, and even temper all things in the world.Although he hasn't formally practiced it yet, the energy and blood in his body will flow faster just after a brief comprehension.This technique is actually similar to my own blood-refining technique!

"My lord, the heart of killing is not only powerful, but also my natal supernatural power. The killing is endless, and the life is endless. As long as there is a trace of killing in my heart, I can be reborn in blood. This is my Xue Wuying who was killed by the ancients. The fundamental reason why the great saints can be reborn with just a drop of blood after they have joined forces to kill!"

Xue Wuying didn't hide anything, and told his biggest secret. He chuckled and continued: "From ancient times to the present, the ancient great witch can be said to be second to none in controlling blood and soul. The subordinates are really looking forward to it. If the supernatural power of the heart falls into the hands of a great blood refining witch, what kind of power will it explode, quack quack!"

Xue Wuying laughed loudly, excited.

The heart of killing is his natal supernatural power, and once Mu Feng cultivates it, he will improve by leaps and bounds; that means, after Xue Wuying cultivates the Wumen supernatural power, he can also benefit a lot.By then, a return to its heyday will no longer be a hope!

"Okay, Xuewuying, the safety of the painting world is in your hands!"

Mu Feng nodded, put away the ancient five-color soil, and a gust of cold wind blew past, and his body disappeared.

The next moment, the body appeared in the room of the camp almost silently.Looking up at the sky outside, there is already a hint of paleness in the distance, and it will be dawn soon.Just about to seize the time to practice and understand Xue Wuying's natal supernatural power of killing heart, suddenly, there was a sound of light footsteps outside.Rusting, getting closer and closer, he walked straight to his door.

Gong Qinghong?

Thinking of Gong Qinghong who was unwilling and fierce, Mu Feng's heart shuddered.On the surface, it continued to sit cross-legged on the ground, seemingly unaware, but secretly called the Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada out and hid it in a dark corner.As long as the visitor breaks through the door suddenly, he will be greeted with a fatal blow!

"Master Mu, Mr. Mu..."

The sound of rustling footsteps quickly came to the door, but to Mu Feng's surprise, the visitor not only did not break in suddenly, but knocked on the door respectfully.

"Who is it, come in!" After pondering for a moment, Mu Feng decided to wait and see what happened.

With a creak, the wooden door was opened from the outside, and a figure sneaked in.After looking around the door for a while, he quickly closed the door, and then walked in front of Mu Feng respectfully.It wasn't the vicious Gong Qinghong, nor the master he sent secretly, but it was He San, the master of the Jianshui Gang who was recovering from his injuries.

"Daoduiliu, can you finally hold back?"

After seeing the person's face clearly, Mu Feng's heart moved, and he secretly raised his vigilance.

The two masters of the Jianshui gang brought back from Vale are highly suspected, and they are very likely to be secretly possessed by the killer Daoduiliu, waiting for the opportunity to launch a fatal blow.Although he defied the crowd and brought the two of them back, Mu Feng never relaxed his vigilance towards them.

Wu Jiu, the leader of the Jianshui gang, is still unconscious until now, so the sneaky He San in front of him is naturally even more suspicious!

"Master Mu, I heard that we are leaving here at dawn?" He San asked with a gloomy face, as if he was preoccupied.

"That's right, we'll leave at dawn."

Mu Feng replied, watching the situation quietly, but secretly heightened his vigilance.After a pause, looking into He San's eyes, he continued: "Of course, the Thousand Fantasy City and his party are extremely dangerous. It's better for you and Gang Leader Wu to stay here. After I finish the task, I will come back and take you all away from the Heavenly Demon through the ancient teleportation array." It's not too late on the battlefield!"

"After entering the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, there is no place that is truly safe."

He San smiled bitterly, hesitated for a while, and then said: "Young Master Mu, the guards in the camp don't seem to have a good impression of us, I'd better go with you. However, there is one thing, I think I want to tell you first. That..., are you familiar with our leader? How long have you known each other?"

"Generally, not very familiar, not unfamiliar, what's the matter?" Mu Feng asked back, calmly.

"Master Mu, there is one thing that I don't know if I should say it, alas!"

He San shook his head, and continued hesitatingly: "I was originally an elder of the Jianshui Gang who was training outside. Suddenly, I received a letter from the leader of the gang and hurried back. I didn't have time to ask more questions, so I talked to a few One of the gang's masters broke into the Heavenly Demon Battlefield with him. In the first few days, nothing happened, but later on, for some reason, I always felt that the gang leader was weird, as if he had changed into another person."

getting weird?

Could it be that Wu Jiu, the gang leader who has been unconscious all this time, is the one who was possessed by the killer's sword?

Mu Feng was startled when he heard the words, the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became.