Shamanism kills the god

call……

The stern cold wind raged in all directions with goose feathers and heavy snow. The further you went in, the worse the environment in Qiandaohai became.

However, amidst the flying snow all over the sky, there were bursts of faint voices.Vaguely, from time to time, it seems that someone is muttering to himself, or confiding in something.

Mu Feng sat cross-legged on an ice floe, gently stroking the conch in his hand.

After the unwilling old man drifted away, he did not set off right away, but read the book presented by the former on the spot.

Mu Feng's heart moved, and he suddenly realized that many doubts were easily solved!

The unwilling old man has practiced in Qiandaohai for a long time, so he naturally has deep feelings for this place.As a master of the Seven Tribulations and Half Saints, he naturally has enough strength to ensure the peace here, and block or drive out the swarming masters from all walks of life.But as an expert in the world, he might not want to do it himself. In this case, he had to find a successor for his old friend who passed away many years ago, find the next whale whisperer, and protect this sea area.

To become a whale whisperer, one must not only have strong strength, but also be proficient in rhythm.Because of this, the unwilling old man proposed such a strange condition at the night market in Greenland; whoever can blow the conch known as the Sea God's Horn will give this treasure to him!

"No, even if the old man unwillingly is really looking for the next whale whisperer, how does he know that he will come to Qiandaohai and pass the music score to himself here? Could it be that, like Ma Yichang, old man unwillingly is proficient in calculation, so he would have done it long ago. When I arrive, I will definitely come here?"

Mu Feng frowned, and there was another doubt in his heart. He vaguely felt that the actions of the unwilling old man seemed to have a deep meaning, and it was definitely not as simple as sending it out at will!Cultivating to his level is already comprehending the secrets of heaven, and many places can no longer be broken by common sense!

Boom, boom, boom...

Before Mu Feng could think too much, there was another low-pitched drumbeat from afar.This time, the sound was more rapid and deafening, and there were waves on the sea surface, setting off huge waves.It seems that the peerless treasure, the monstrous drum, sealed in the Misty Temple under the sea is about to be unearthed!

"go!"

Mu Feng put aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, pinched the giant whale under his crotch with both legs, and cut through the wind and waves like lightning.