Shamanism kills the god

gurgling, gurgling, gurgling...

Mu Feng's abdomen rose and fell dramatically, bulging out waves of scorching and tumbling qi and blood, transforming into thousands of forms. |i*文(学^Slowly, the blood mist filling the air became thicker and thicker, but his true self became lighter and weaker, as if melting into wisps of blood mist, merging with the sea of ​​blood and the Zhanshengtai , disappeared into the world.

What is to kill and what is not to kill?

Enter the Dao with killing, and carry the Dao with blood.What about after entering the Tao?

In Zhushan Temple, why didn't Master Tianyin of Tianchan Sect kill himself?What is the purpose of leaving behind a pair of killing cassocks?

Life is short, why not be happy!No matter how powerful a cultivator is, he is still alone. Should he pursue the peak of strength, or pursue great freedom and freedom?

If everything is for strength, like the great disciple Mu Tie who does not hesitate to practice the ruthless sword way, ruthless and righteous, then what is the point of standing at the pinnacle of cultivation?

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Although the body disappeared, Mu Feng's divine sense was everywhere.While sacrificing and refining the ancient weapon of cutting the holy platform, he also comprehended it.

The thick blood mist gradually merged with the huge Zhanshengtai, and the energy fluctuations echoed each other.I don't know how long it took, maybe it was an instant, maybe a few days, or even a few years, the divine sense sensed nine lotus flowers that were about to bloom in the depths of the Zhanshengtai.Ninety-nine return to one, forming a mysterious magic circle.

Outside the blossoming lotus is a murderous aura as majestic as the sea.The blossoming lotus itself is pure and flawless, without any trace of murderousness, evil, or darkness. What is there is only absolute calm, with a trace of pity and tolerance that seems to be absent. |i*文(学^

"Could it be that the magic circle formed by these nine lotus flowers is the real core of Zhan Shengtai?"

Mu Feng's spiritual thoughts were rippling, and at the next moment, there was a sliver of enlightenment in his heart.

The Sacred Sacred Terrace had a great reputation in ancient times, and it was said to be dedicated to killing the lawless ancient great sages. Its murderous aura is unparalleled.However, this is not simply killing for the sake of killing, killing is just a means.Controlling this boundless murderous aura behind the scenes is the absolutely calm and holy nine lotus flowers!

Killing is just a means, likewise, power is no exception.

Despicable and shameless scum, should be killed!For a wicked young man like Mu Qingyuan who does all kinds of evil, kill him without mercy!As a great blood-refining witch, he should have a killing heart, and he should be willing to kill those who should be killed without mercy.However, the stronger the murderous intent and the stronger the power, the less you can lose your original heart. You should always maintain a calm mind to control your monstrous killing heart!

The way of cultivation is actually to cultivate the mind!

Suddenly, Mu Feng was enlightened, and finally understood the true meaning of the old Patriarch Mu Wuzui's words.Whether it is the blood refining method or the Xiaoyao Jue, or the Shanhe Sheji Jue handed down from generation to generation in the Xiangshan Academy, they are all just a supernatural power, and they are still a supernatural power when they are cultivated to the extreme.Only one's own heart, which is endless, is the place where a practitioner is really worthy of praise.

Inadvertently, Mu Feng finally touched the truth of cultivation!

It's not that I haven't heard of this statement before.But if you know it, you know it, whether you have empathy, have a deep understanding and put it into practice, it is another matter!

gurgling, gurgling, gurgling...

In the air, there was a sound of qi and blood tumbling, and Mu Feng's figure gradually appeared in the thick blood mist.At the same time, one of the nine budding lotus flowers in the depths of the Zhansheng Terrace bloomed naturally.Afterwards, there was a hint of cordial feeling coming from the huge holy platform.

After realizing the mystery of killing, Mu Feng finally refined this ancient and famous murder weapon.

"Ninth grade lotus, cut off the holy platform, give it to me!"

Mu Feng took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to grab the void, and the huge Sacred Stage shrank rapidly, turning into a blue light and disappearing.The blood mist that permeated the air quickly disappeared, and the space between the sky and the earth became clear all of a sudden.

"Congratulations, my lord, for successfully refining the Zhanshengtai and breaking through to a new level!"

Seeing Mu Feng flying and falling in front of him, the ghost of the demon god Xue Wuying bowed and saluted. In addition to being respectful, there was a touch of shock and anticipation.

After refining and cutting the holy platform, Mu Feng's strength didn't seem to have changed much, but his whole person gave off an indescribable aura.If we say that it used to be a low-key but sharp long sword, with the sharpness hidden in it; now it is the essence and introverted, with no trace of a cultivator on the surface, more like an elegant scholar, giving people a sense of returning to simplicity a feeling of.Only by concentrating on sensing carefully, could he sense the majestic power fluctuations and fierce murderous aura in his body.

The pinnacle of the elite realm!

Unknowingly, Mu Feng broke through the bottleneck, stepped into a new realm, and reached the peak realm of an elite cultivator.

Breaking through to this level, below the level of a real person, is already a one-shot kill for him.Only the last step is needed to step into the real world and become a supernatural being in the eyes of ordinary people, almost like a fairy.At that time, you will no longer be a cultivator, but you can be called a cultivator, known as a so-and-so real person!

"Shuang'er, soon, we can meet!"

Thinking of the agreement with Murong Bi, the Patriarch of the Poison Sect, Mu Feng clenched his fists tightly.

Real person realm, this is a crucial turning point in a cultivator's life, once a breakthrough is made, it will usher in an unprecedented transformation like a fish leaping through a dragon's gate.At that time, he will be able to return to the Poison Sect's mountain gate as promised, and welcome back Jing Wushuang who was practicing there alone and made him worry about him!

"Xue Wuying, how long have I been cultivating here?" Looking at the surrounding scenery, Mu Feng's heart moved, and he asked Xue Wuying, the demon god ghost standing in front of him.

There is no time in practice, maybe, it feels like only a while in practice, but in fact it has passed several years, even decades!

"Three months!"

Demon God Ghost Xue Wuying replied respectfully, paused and then continued: "In just three months, I have completely refined the Zhanshengtai, and broke through the bottleneck in one fell swoop. My lord is really powerful. If you continue to practice like this, you will step into the realm of a real person." Just around the corner!"

three months?

Mu Feng was taken aback, unexpectedly, a few months passed without knowing it.Thinking of Jian Wushang and the genius Lu Xuanfeng who were still in the painting world, he quickly called them out, briefly explained what happened, then activated the ancient teleportation array and left quickly, returning to the distant Tiandu Peak.

Three months, whether it is long or short, is enough for many unpredictable things to happen.

Thinking of the unconscious flying bats, and the sick mother in bed far away in Jianning Mu Mansion, Mu Feng didn't want to delay for a moment, hoping to leave the Heavenly Demon Battlefield as soon as possible and return to the outside world.

According to the agreement with my mother, after breaking through to the elite level, I can ask her about my life experience in person.Thinking of this, and thinking about her condition, Mu Feng's heart is like an arrow!