Shamanism kills the god

After hesitantly expressing the doubts in his heart, He San quickly left. %&*";

Compared with when he came in, he seemed much more relaxed, but looking at his back, Mu Feng was full of doubts.

Originally, he thought that he, a master of the Jianshui gang who was seriously injured but conscious, was a substitute for the killer Daoduoliu.Unexpectedly, the twists and turns, the latter's words made this matter even more confusing.

"Dao Duan Liu, Dao Duan Liu, you have hidden so deeply, do you think I really can't do anything about you?"

After pondering for a while, Mu Feng smiled coldly and stood up abruptly.

A person walked forward quietly in the dark, along a gravel path, to the east wing.Pushing open the door, Wu Jiu, the head of the Jianshui Gang who had been unconscious all this time, was lying on the bed, motionless.Although the vitality has not been cut off, it is obviously dying, and the breathing is faint.

This wing room is not big, except for a wooden bed, there is almost no furniture.In the yard outside the window, several tall banyan trees are planted, forming a forest of individual trees, and the bright moonlight pours in through the window.

Mu Feng took a few steps forward, quietly observing Wu Jiu, the leader of the Jianshui Gang lying on the bed under the hazy moonlight.

The two were strangers to each other and had never met before, but Mu Feng would never forget what happened to Jianshui City when he and Jing Wushuang went to the Poison Sect together.Seeing Wu Jiu, the leader of the Jianshui Gang, who was pale and unconscious, he naturally thought of the flying bat who was so kind to him.

Originally, in order to cut through the mess quickly and prevent accidents, he had already planned to kill Wu Jiu, the leader of the Jianshui Gang, or send him to the painting circle to imprison him forever, and let him fend for himself.The right hand has already secretly made a fingerprint, but when he was about to start, he remembered the iron bones and pride of the flying bat, and slowly lowered his right hand, letting out a long sigh.

Directly killing Wu Jiu, the leader of the Jianshui Gang who is extremely suspicious, can certainly eliminate a hidden danger on his own initiative.But in that way, not only will he lose the opportunity to follow the vine and dig out the mastermind behind the scenes; more importantly, if he encounters the flying bat who is so kind to him in the future, how can he explain to him?

After hesitating for a while, looking at the pale-faced Jianshui Clan leader Wu Jiu, Mu Feng sighed secretly, turned and left. .|i^Unexpectedly, just as the front foot stepped over the threshold, a muffled groan came from behind.Turning around, Wu Jiu, the leader of the Jianshui Gang who had been unconscious all this time, opened his eyes faintly.

"Mu..., Mr. Mu..."

The gang leader Wu Jiu yelled something in a low voice, feeling weak, Mu Feng walked over and leaned over to listen, and was even more shocked.

The dying gang leader Wu Jiu woke up suddenly, which was already surprising enough.What was even more shocking was that the first thing he said when he woke up was his own name.While screaming, he struggled to open his eyes and looked at himself.

"Master Mu, I..., although I have been unable to open my eyes, but..., my consciousness has been clear, and I know what's going on."

The leader of the Jianshui Gang breathed weakly, and after taking a few breaths, he continued slowly: "Brother Yan, the flying bat, just..., was trapped in the Thousand Fantasy City, and was arrested to be a mining slave. Let's go to Vale Looking for the sky crystal, just..., just to redeem him, no..., I didn't expect the whole army to be wiped out. You..., you must rescue him. We..., our Jianshui Gang found a traitor , be careful..., be careful of He San!"

Wu Jiu, the leader of the Jianshui Gang, was getting weaker and weaker. After speaking a few words weakly, his breath became disordered and he closed his eyes again.

"Clan leader, Wu clan leader..."

Mu Feng called out loudly, and quickly administered several blood beads to Wu Jiu.

Unfortunately, after swallowing a few blood beads, the latter's life was saved, and he was still hanging on.But the breath was weak, and he never woke up again.

"Thousand... fantasy... city..."

Mu Feng paused every word, and suddenly straightened his waist.

The Tianmo battlefield is dangerous and unpredictable, and it is vast and vast. Many places on the map are dark, and it is a dead place that no major force can penetrate.Originally, I thought that this time I would never find the whereabouts of the flying bat again; unexpectedly, I suddenly learned of his whereabouts from Wu Jiu, the unconscious leader of the Jianshui Gang, and it happened to be at the Qianbat where I was going tomorrow. Fantasy city!

He San said that the gang leader Wu Jiu behaved abnormally, and he felt like he had suddenly become another person; the gang leader Wu Jiu who suddenly woke up said that He San was a traitor.

Of the two of them, who is abnormal? Who is the substitute possessed by the killer Dao Duiliu?

Although he finally found out the whereabouts of the flying bats, looking at the leader of the Jianshui Gang, Wu Jiu, who was lying unconscious on the bed again, Mu Feng couldn't get excited and was more puzzled.If it wasn't for worrying about exposing the secrets of the painting world, and then causing the blind master Bi Luotian to spy on him and lure wolves into the house, he really wanted to imprison them both in the painting world!

"No matter how cunning a fox is, it will show its tail one day. The deeper it hides, the worse it will be for you to die!"

Mu Feng said secretly in his heart, reminding himself to be vigilant, and then resolutely turned and left.

When soldiers came to block him, and water came to cover him with earth, he didn't believe that the defeated general with Dao Duiliu could stir up such a storm.If you killed him once before, you can still kill him in the future!

After returning to his room, Mu Feng quickly closed the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to practice on the spot, comprehending the innate supernatural powers taught by the demon ghost Xue Wuying.After learning that the Flying Bat was imprisoned in Thousand Illusion City and was forced to become a war slave who might die at any time, although he wished to leave immediately, the ancient teleportation array in the camp could not be opened casually by himself.Instead of being in a hurry, it is better to seize the time to meditate, and one point of strength is one point.

The trip to the Thousand Illusion City after dawn put him under a lot of pressure, and he vaguely felt that this task might be even more difficult than he imagined!

Under the attack of the demon army, finding the ancient seal and successfully repairing it is already very difficult.It is not an easy task to find the flying bat in the crowd and rescue him smoothly.It would be even more troublesome if Gong Qinghong and Tuobatian were to do something secretly!

"Seeing injustice, kill!"

"If you feel wronged, kill!"

"Cultivation is stagnant, kill!"

"The pressure is like a mountain, life is at stake, kill kill kill!"

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After meditating for a while, Mu Feng's blood boiled.The whole person looked calm, as if he was leisurely closing his eyes and resting his mind, comprehending the Dao of cultivation; when he felt carefully, he felt that every pore and every hair on his body gave people a fierce murderous aura.

Slowly, the figure became weaker and weaker, did not enter the painting world, but disappeared out of thin air.

Muscles and bones, flesh and blood, hair..., and even the school robes on her body, all turned into drops of natal blood.A gust of cold wind blew by, and the body disappeared with a crash, leaving only a faint pool of blood on the ground.

Every drop of blood gives people a sharp and unstoppable feeling like a sword glow, as if every drop of blood has an independent consciousness and life.Every drop of blood is an incarnation, a deadly attack, and a thick murderous aura is contained in it.It seems that every drop of blood exists for killing, and grows stronger because of killing.An incomparable murderous aura immediately enveloped the entire mountain peak, causing all the sleeping people to palpitate and wake up almost at the same time.

Heart to kill!

Mu Feng was hungry and thirsty, and quickly immersed himself in the world of cultivation.

As a great blood-refining witch, he entered the Dao with killing and carried the Dao with blood.Slaughtering Heart, an ancient supernatural power, is very handy to practice!