Shamanism kills the god

With the help of the instructions from the black crystal wristband, after flying for half a day, Mu Feng successfully found an ancient teleportation array that could lead to Tiandu Peak. |i*文(学^

However, just as he took out a dozen crystals and was about to activate the teleportation array to return to the camp.With a heartbeat, he suddenly changed his mind and sat down cross-legged near the teleportation array.Set up a simple witch gate restriction, summoned the Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada to protect the law, and then waved to take out the huge Zhan Shengtai.

Qian Huancheng and his party witnessed the ruthlessness of the military adviser Hong Tianji and the solemnity of the city lord Meng Qiandan, which made him further realize the dangers of this world and deepened his doubts about the big brother Tuoba Tiandu.

If everything is as expected, the problem is serious!

It is still a trivial matter to borrow a knife to kill someone and try to let oneself die in the Thousand Fantasy City, but it is even more terrifying to secretly collude with the demon clan!

Who would have thought that Tuobatian, the mainstay guarding the base camp of Tiandu Peak, known as the big brother, would do such a thing?

Even if you tell it yourself, who will believe it?

To take a step back, Tuoba Tiandu is young and promising, he looks down upon the heroes, he can do whatever he wants, why does he still want to collude with the Heavenly Demon Clan and do outrageous things?

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Mu Feng frowned, and couldn't figure out many things, but after thinking about it, he couldn't get rid of his doubts about Tuoba Tiandu.

In Tiandu Peak, the female devil king and the big brother Tuoba Tian are fighting to the death in public.He was obviously seriously injured, but in the blink of an eye, he showed his might in Thousand Fantasy City, without any sign of injury, and showed doubled strength.This point is obviously wrong, and it is also the first point that senior brother Tuobatian makes people doubt. |i*文(学^

The second point is that with the covenant between Xuegong and Qianhuancheng, when Qianhuancheng is trying its best to defend it, Tiandu Peak should fully support it.However, Tuoba Tiandu, who held great power, only sent himself to help, and also lightly mentioned the situation in Qianhuan City.Although Tiandu Peak was also short of troops and faced the threat of the Heavenly Demon Clan at any time, it would be suspicious to deal with it like this.

The third point is that Sword Slave is amazingly powerful. If Tuoba Tiandu was seriously injured in the decisive battle with the Queen, how could he easily avoid Sword Slave's assassination and in turn seriously injure the latter?This point is also suspicious!

After discovering many suspicious points, Mu Feng instinctively felt the strong danger, and was not in a hurry to return to Tiandu Peak immediately.

If the astonishingly powerful female devil Liu Ruyan is a formidable opponent; then the superficially polite and upright senior brother Tuoba Tiandu is a real formidable opponent.It's like a ray of sword light that can't be restrained, making people sleepless and restless!

"Yes, at any time, don't forget to improve your own strength first. Strong strength is the foundation of our foothold in the great world!"

Demon God Ghost Xue Wuying has so much experience, although he doesn't know what Mu Feng is worried about, but he can see through his intentions at a glance, "The Zhanshengtai was also a famous and powerful killer in ancient times. It is said that refining It can be big or small, with tens of thousands of changes, and its power is boundless. If my lord can successfully refine this treasure, his strength will definitely rise to another level!"

"Well, power..."

Mu Feng's eyes were firm, he put aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, stood up abruptly, and flew into the air.After slowly exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, he suddenly swelled the blood in his body, and soon, thick blood mist appeared in the air, covering the huge Zhanshengtai.

Sea of ​​blood!

Mu Feng did not hesitate to consume a lot of vitality and blood essence, sacrificed to the sea of ​​blood, and fully urged the blood refining method to refine the ancient killing weapon of the Holy Severing Platform.

As the ghost of the demon god Xue Wuying said, power is the foundation. In the face of absolute power, no matter whether it is conspiracy or conspiracy, it is so pale and powerless.

The ancients said that the first is to attack the army, and the second is to attack the army.Many people in later generations have sealed this sentence as a sacred scripture. Whenever they encounter something, they will immediately think about how to attack it.Always fantasizing about getting something for nothing, or accomplishing great feats with minimal cost.As everyone knows, it is simply an idiot's dream, so there are so many tragedies on paper.

They forgot, or didn't know at all, that what the ancients said was based on the fact that the strength of the two sides was not much different.Once the opponent's strength far exceeds his own, any strategy will be pale and powerless.If you don't think about how to improve your strength all day long, and always think about some surprising strategy to win, that's simply chasing after the end.

From ancient times to the present, from empires with boundless territories to ordinary cultivators, strength has always been the foundation!

For a cultivator, one day reaching the pinnacle of cultivation is the real ultimate goal!

hum...

Under the erosion of the sea of ​​blood, slowly, the huge blue light of the holy cutting platform began to tremble, and mysterious ancient runes emerged one after another.Later, it trembled more and more violently, setting off waves of invisible air waves, gradually lifted into the air, and left the ground.From the looks of it, it seemed as if he was about to break free and leave through the air!

"All real treasures must have spirituality. My lord, why don't you attach your own divine sense to every wisp of blood mist, and as the sea of ​​blood seeps into every inch of the cutting platform, directly obliterate the soul brand left by others before? "

Xue Wuying, the ghost of the demon god, reached out and pressed the void, preventing the Zhan Shengtai from ascending.With a light flick of the knuckles, a mysterious formula appeared in Mu Feng's mind, and he was instructed on the spot to practice.

Ancient clone decision?

Mu Feng's eyes lit up, his body was full of qi and blood, and he began to practice on the spot under the guidance of Xue Wuying, the former ancient demon god.

Not long after, the body suddenly shook and split into two.In a flash, it became four, with more and more figures.In the end, every drop of blood is a ray of divine sense, a clone, and thousands of incarnations.With the help of the erosion of the sea of ​​blood, it infiltrates into the inside of the cutting platform at the same time, obliterating the divine thoughts left by others, and leaving a unique soul mark of a blood refining witch.

The Sacred Altar, a great killer, has been suppressed in the Thousand Illusion City for many years, and has become the eye of the Ten Thousand Illusion Formation.But in these years, the city lord Meng Qiandan is far from really mastering this great weapon. At best, it is just a coincidence that left a faint divine sense in the cutting platform.It can only barely display some characteristics of this big killer, far from enough to show its true power.The dangerous Heavenly Demon battlefield and the various forces with ulterior motives also made it impossible for him to withdraw from the Thousand Illusion Formation of Ten Directions and concentrate on refining this treasure.

Mu Feng was different, without the encumbrance of Thousand Illusion City, without the prying eyes of powerful enemies, under the protection of Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada and Demon God Specter Xue Wuying, he had enough strength and plenty of time to slowly refine it.The huge sea of ​​blood and the mysterious ancient avatar made him pervasive, completely penetrating into every corner of the Zhanshengtai.

call……

On the wasteland, the cold wind was raging, but the blood mist above the teleportation array lingered for a long time, like a thick blood cocoon, tightly covering the huge cutting platform.

Slowly, the ancient Zhan Shengtai no longer resisted, and turned to absorb a large amount of blood mist in the air.Looking from a distance, in the thick blood mist, a huge high platform can be seen faintly, regardless of each other.It is no longer clear whether it is the blood mist covering the high platform, or the blood mist is simply emitted from the high platform, the two are integrated into one!