Back to Mu Mansion, it was the quiet night again.

After closing the door, Mu Feng felt exhausted and almost lost his strength to walk. He wanted to fall on the bed and sleep with his head covered. His body was covered with soreness, his chest, abdomen and other vital points were hit hard by the Sky Tiger, and his black blood stasis, as if his bones were about to break. If someone had been hit like this, he might have suffered a rupture of internal organs on the mountain.

"The tiger splits the sky, the tiger splits the sky!"

Mu Feng let out a muffled groan, slowly sat down cross-legged, silently chanting Qingfeng. Straws of pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth immediately penetrated into his body, turning into a cold current and circulating in his body, silently healing his injuries and nourishing his tendons and veins.

After a fierce battle, the Shaoyin and Shaoyang veins that had been blocked since childhood were significantly looser; but perhaps the blockage was too long and the damage was too serious. No matter how much spiritual power surged in, it was not enough to absorb it. After absorbing a large amount of spiritual power, these two tendons and veins became more and more tough, but they were unable to clear it in one fell swoop, and the surging spiritual power could not run a complete Zhoutian.

A short distance from the world!

I have clearly seen the hope of breakthrough, and only the last half step is left, but I have been unable to break through for a long time. The last half step is as far away as the ends of the world, and it is out of reach!

"Get, loss, success or failure depends on the last battle tomorrow!"

Mu Feng pondered for a moment, took out the Eighteen Yinfeng Flags in his arms, observed carefully, and pondered.

This can be said to be the only magic weapon on him. The last battle with the Rising Tiger tomorrow is undoubtedly the most dangerous and intense. If you are not careful, you may not have time to completely clear the Shaoyin and Shaoyang meridians and die in the hands of the Rising Tiger. The opponent is already so powerful before using weapons. How terrible will the attack be with your usual weapon magic weapon?

Thinking of the fierceness and ferocity of the Sky-Splitting Tiger, Mu Feng's face was solemn.

Grizzly, cold, heavy...

The small flag was surprisingly heavy, each pole weighed at least a dozen pounds, and I don’t know what material it was made of. When I reached out and touched it, I felt dense runes with my fingertips, and my tentacles were cold. Countless runes overlapped and formed mysterious patterns. At first glance, they looked like gloomy skulls; when I looked closely, they looked like hideous evil ghosts, and gusts of cold wind blew towards me.

Deep, deep, deep...

After observing for a while, Mu Feng inputted a stream of pure spiritual power, then threw the eighteen flags out with their hands raised, and put them in a circle with their body as the center. In an instant, the eighteen flags were automatically unwind, and the wind blew, and a sound of inhuman howlings of ghosts and wolves came faintly in his ears.

Woo...

After a shrill whimper, the eighteen flags rose when they saw the wind, and a gloomy and ferocious skeleton appeared on the flags. With a forceful stroke, half of the body was poked out from the flag, as if they were about to step out of the flag. The eighteen flags jumped violently, making a sound, as if they were about to leave the ground and break through the air.

"The witch's way is boundless, practice it for me!"

Mu Feng shouted loudly, using his skills to force out eighteen drops of essence and blood, and bounced them onto the eighteen flags, and pinched a mysterious witch seal with his hands.

Ancient witchcraft - Blood Refining!

Taking the blood of the natal world as the basis, the will and soul as the basis, the ancient witches used the ancient witches to sacrifice and practice the world and all things.

In ancient times, the great witches led their tribes to open up territory and fight against the heaven and earth. At that time, beasts that could tear apart the space with one claw were running on the earth, and giant birds that were thousands of miles away soaring in the air and flapping their wings. Many alien races regarded as gods as worshipped by them. Only the ancient witches who stood up to the sky and the earth dared to fight against them. For the great witches at that time, a fallen leaf and a drop of rain were all deadly weapons, and they had learned the blood refining technique that could refine all things in the world.

Buzz...

After absorbing a drop of Mu Feng's essence and blood, the eighteen flags twitches eased violently, bringing a touch of red light. The dense runes were engraved with the unexplained soul imprint of Mu Feng, the blood-refining witch.

In an instant, the skeletons on the flag struggled hard, but their figures became increasingly faded, and replaced by eighteen evil ghosts with gusts of gusts of gusts of gusts of gusts. Then, the flag waved, and eighteen figures of Shura holding sickles appeared... In the end, the ones frozen on the flag were not skeletons and evil ghosts, but eighteen ancient ancestral witches thousands of feet tall!

The face was blurred and the figure was dim, but they all raised their heads and roared, and an unparalleled pressure came to their faces. It seemed that the eighteen ancestor witches who were surmounting in the ancient times were about to wake up from the long river of fate!

"Ancient witchcraft, soul gathering!"

Mu Feng reacted very quickly, quickly changed the witch seal, condensed the will and souls of the ancient witches who lost in various time and space, hoping to summon the eighteen absurd ancestor witches on the banner.

Unfortunately, the spiritual power in the body could not be used for a single cycle. Every time it was operated to Shaoyin and Shaoyang meridians, it suddenly stopped. I could only watch the figure of the Eighteen Ancestor Witches becoming increasingly fainter and disappearing on the flags full of runes. After a shaking, the Eighteen Flags turned into the size of a palm again. When they reached out to grab the void, they all fell on their hands.

Compared with the original, the size and weight have not changed much, but there is a touch of red light, and there is a small but clear word "Witch" on the flagpole, which is very memorable!

nice one!

After carefully stroking the word "Witch" on the flagpole, Mu Feng was very excited.

Just now, although we could not summon the eighteen powerful ancient ancestral witches in one go, the power of these eighteen priest flags is unquestionable. As long as we have enough spiritual power and spiritual consciousness, we can summon eighteen powerful skeletons, evil ghosts, Shuras... and even arrogant ancestral witches, gods blocking and killing gods, Buddhas blocking and killing Buddhas!

"The Great Blood Refining Witch, the Great Blood Refining Witch. From now on, these eighteen order flags will be called the Eighteen Blood Witch Order!"

The wind roared, with a strong spirit, a surging fighting spirit, a gurgling sound in the abdomen, and the sound became louder and louder like thunder.

These eighteen command flags gave him the hope of reaching the peak of cultivation. Such a peerless treasure was occupied by the despicable villain of the Skinny Monkey, which was simply a waste. To a certain extent, these are eighteen peerless magic weapons that condense the spiritual energy and soul of heaven and earth, and can summon eighteen strong men to help. The stronger his own strength, the greater the power of this set of magic weapons!

"Sky Tiger, I hope you don't let me down tomorrow!"

Looking up at the white fish belly in the sky, Mu Feng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Once midnight passes, the deadline for paying tribute is closer.

If the tendons and veins are completely repaired and the mortal realm is broken into the realm of mortality, you can be proud and directly exempt the hateful tribute money, so that your mother will no longer have to look at others' faces. If the attack is unfortunately failed, your mother and your son will be expelled from the Mu Mansion. Without the protection of the Mu Mansion's laws and regulations, it can be imagined that the evil young man Mu Qingyuan and his followers will never let him go easily.

The penultimate day!

Mu Feng's face was firm, and he continued to practice hard under the pressure of a mountain, waiting for the decisive battle to come!
Chapter completed!