Shamanism kills the god

"It's me, Master Mufeng, it's me! I'm back from the third year of junior high school, and I'm back to see you!"

The third grader who lost his arms was also very excited, his eyes were red. _!~; Just standing up with Mu Feng's support, suddenly, there was a muffled groan, and blood oozes from the corner of his mouth.The limbs are cold, and the Yin Qi bursts, as if the Yang Qi in the body has disappeared.

Qijue Duanyang Fist?

Mu Feng was startled, and quickly understood what was going on, and helped the injured Junior Three to one side and sat down.Grabbing the formula with his hands, he took out a handful of blood beads from the painting world, and fed them all to the latter.With this replenishment of blood, slowly, his complexion eased.

"Master Mu Feng, I'm fine, but it's your injury, so be more careful!"

Chu San straightened his waist, and punched out several formulas one after another, slowly forcing out the Qi Jue Duan Yang Fist that had invaded his body.Recalling the horror of Zao Wuji, the grand master of the dynasty, he secretly called it a fluke.

At that time, fortunately, I rushed with Mu Feng for a certain distance, but was only injured by the wind of Zao Wou-ki's Qijue Duanyang Fist; otherwise, if he directly punched him with all his strength, the consequences would be disastrous!

"It's okay, just rest for a few days!"

Seeing that the third grader was fine, Mu Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly sat down cross-legged.At this time, I realized how serious my injury was. After applying the golden sore medicine, the trauma was healed and the bleeding stopped. However, if I want to fully recover, I am afraid it will take at least a month if not three months.

Under Zao Wou-ki's heavy blow, his ribs were broken, his internal organs were severely damaged, and his blood-red true energy was very little left, so he needed to slowly cultivate his health and rest.Compared with the physical trauma, Shenhun's injury was more serious, and his head felt a sharp pain when he moved lightly.Almost, the soul was directly defeated by Zhao Wuji and fell apart!

"Master Mu Feng, how is your injury?" Chu San looked worried. _!~;

Today, he is not what he used to be, and he is no longer the boy who knew nothing back then.His cultivation level is even higher than that of Mu Feng, and he has broken through to the late stage of Daoist Realm.Sensing the breath in Mu Feng's body, he knew that his injury was more serious than he expected.

"Vital energy is seriously injured, but as long as you have one breath of life, you will never die. I have a place, whether it is cultivation or healing, it will get twice the result with half the effort!"

Mu Feng smiled, thinking of the huge sea of ​​blood in the painting world.

There, it is the best holy place for a blood refining witch to practice, and it is also a holy place for healing.If the sea of ​​blood never dries up, the energy will be inexhaustible; and with Liu Ruyan, the female devil, constantly killing on the battlefield of the demon, the sea of ​​blood will only change with each passing day and become bigger and bigger.

"By the way, third grader, where is your master sin slave? Did you come back together this time? Or, did you go back to Jianning Mu Mansion first?" Mu Feng stood up and sat down opposite the third grader.Looking at the now amazingly powerful third grader, he quickly remembered his master, the sin slave who had been hiding everything in the past and had an unfathomable cultivation.

"Master, he... is dead!" Chu San's face was sad.

"what?"

Mu Feng let out a startled cry, his face turned cold, "Why? How did you die, and at whose hands?"

Although he is a disciple of the Mu Mansion, Mu Feng doesn't have a good impression of the people in the Mu Mansion, and he doesn't have a sense of belonging to the Mu Mansion where the sunset is on the west mountain.But the guardian sin slave next to the old Patriarch is an exception.

From childhood to adulthood, he hardly saw the old Patriarch, but the sin slave met him several times, secretly taking care of his mother and child.Back then, at the back mountain of Mu Mansion, if he hadn't rushed to him at a critical moment, he would have died in the hands of that big devil, the blind master Bi Luotian.In the end, not only did he not blame himself for his presumptuousness, but he also accepted the lonely third grader as a disciple.All of this is very grateful.

The sin slave's cultivation is unfathomable. At first, Mu Feng thought that he came back with the third grader.Unexpectedly, I heard such news.

"Death by self-discharge!"

Speaking of master sin slaves, the third grader looked sad, "Our Tiancan sect has an unwritten rule. There is only one person in each generation, and it is passed on to each other. When you find a suitable disciple and pass on the mantle, you will use all your life's skills. Pass it on to him. When creating a master who appeared suddenly, he himself lost his kung fu and died! This time, Master Sinu passed on all his life's kung fu to me. And, before passing away, tell me that you will meet If you are in danger, let me go to the Amethyst Mountain in the capital to rescue you immediately! Tell me to follow the young master in the future, just like he guards Mu Zhenren, and will always guard the young master. In front of the young master, I am still a third grader, an outsider In front of you is a ghost servant who always wears a mask!"

Chu San stood up while talking, and bowed respectfully to Mu Feng, "Master Mu Feng, back then, you didn't want to accept me as an apprentice. From now on, let Junior San be your shadow guard and protect you forever. You are safe. Back then, if it wasn't for your all-out help, the third grader of junior high school would have died long ago, and he wouldn't have had the opportunity to learn from Master Sinu as his teacher, and have the strength he has today."

"The third day of junior high school, why are you doing this?"

Mu Feng shook his head, and reached out to help the third grader who had lost his arms, "Now, your cultivation level is still higher than mine, and you may break through from the late stage of the Realm Realm to the peak of the Realm Realm, or even break through to the Saint Realm at any time. And I have just broken through to the early stages of the Daoist Realm, how can I, Mu Feng, dare to accept you as a guard?"

"The young master doesn't know something. There is another rule of our Tiancan sect, that is, every generation of descendants must attach and protect a strong man who is kind to us!"

The third day of the junior high school looked resolute, and continued slowly: "According to Master Sinu's explanation, every generation of disciples of our Tiancan Sect is a person with a rough fate, a miserable life experience, and extremely low luck. Only those with great supernatural powers and great luck will be able to break the curse of the old enemy on Tiancanmen in ancient times, and one day step into the realm of saints and truly revive Tiancanmen!"

"Oh, there is such a thing?"

Mu Feng was a little surprised. Hearing what Junior Three said, and looking at his resolute expression, it was hard to refuse.

When it comes to fate, it is illusory, but it is closely related to everyone's past, present and future.There must be a deep meaning behind such an admonition left by the founder of Tiancanmen.To have the master of the third grade of junior high school by my side is something I wish for, but when I meet a formidable master, the two of them will be able to protect themselves to a certain extent together!

"Okay, junior three, get up, I promise you. In the future, no matter happiness or difficulty, no matter humiliation or glory, we will face it together. I think Shuang'er will be very happy when he sees you!"

Mu Feng nodded, helped Chu San up, and the image of Jing Wushuang appeared in his mind.

According to the agreement with Murong Bi, the patriarch of the Poison Sect, after breaking through to the Realm Realm, he can return to the Poison Sect to meet Jing Wushuang.If they can defeat Sect Master Murong, they can take Jing Wushuang away and reunite after many years.

"Shuang'er? Good!"

Junior Three nodded happily, and was about to say something, when suddenly, his face darkened, and with a flick of his waist-length hair, he put the mask back on his face, and disappeared into the darkness almost soundlessly.The next moment, there was a faint rustling sound of footsteps outside the room, and someone came softly from a distance.

Who is it, sneaking here so late?

Mu Feng felt awe-inspiring, and quickly sat down cross-legged, pretending to be concentrating on meditation.

Now, no matter whether I am a junior or a junior, all of them are seriously injured, and their combat effectiveness is greatly reduced; once powerful enemies such as Blind Master Bi Luotian and Immortal Sword Sect Ren Pingsheng take advantage of the wind and sneak in, the consequences will be disastrous!