The Almighty Asura

At this time, Mu Feng is in a strange world.

This is a ridiculous land on one side, and the two people are killed in the sky.

This group of people can take off, just like the God of War on the nine days, the swordsman has a thousand-footed sword eruption, destroying the earth.

The two armies, one side of the white feathers, the face is beautiful, the body emits a white light.

On the other hand, there is a pair of blood-red feather wings, blood redness, mouth and fangs, **** hustle and bustle.

The two sides launched an earth-shattering battle, killing the rebellion, and the sun and the moon.

There is a beautiful red-winged wing, and the beautiful woman wearing a **** trench is on the battlefield.

Her **** long hair flutters in the wind, the autumn water is the scorpion, the ice and snow are the skin, and the facial features are carefully depicted by the painter. With a **** red sword, hundreds of enemies are smashed into **** by the sword.

The woman also caught the attention of an enemy strong man. A white-blowing man slammed his hand and had a terrible battle with the woman. The space was opened with a huge black rip.

In the end, the woman lost a shot and was taken by the man into the broken void.

Mu Feng still wants to watch it, but his head is in a burst of pain, the picture disappears, and replaced by a large amount of information.

“Abandoned ancient Shurao! To kill the Tao, refine the heaven and earth aura, all things blood, the battlefield murderousness as the Yuan, the cultivation of the peak, the wave of destruction of the heavens and the earth, a thought of all things surrender …”

A period of memory flooded into Mu Feng’s mind, and Mu Feng was speechless.

Mu Feng sat on the floor with his knees. After a long time, he turned over the memory of the exercises. One of them made him ecstatic.

It is a memorable memory of restoring injuries, including the method of refining blood and remodeling the veins.

However, the remodeling of the Yuanmai, this is not called the Yuanmai, but the **** vein, which is a meridian that is several times stronger than the ordinary Yuan pulse, the volume is also several times larger, and the luck speed is several times faster.

“Why do I suddenly have the cultivation memory of this practice in my mind, the ancient Shura, and the battlefield. Is there really such a strong presence in the world? Who is that woman?”

Mu Fengpan sat on the ground and muttered to himself. The scene that happened just now is too mysterious, but it is so real.

Mu Feng meditated, then shook his head, couldn’t figure it out, and didn’t think too much. His spiritual strength sank into his own body.

The cultivator of Tongjing is not mentally internalized, but he used to be a warrior in Zifujing. Although he was ruined, the Yuanmai Zifu was broken, and the spiritual power of Zifujing was still there.

I found that the twelve broken Yuanmais have already had three restorations, turned into blood red, and the Yuanmai is transparent, without any obstruction of impurities, and there is a milky white energy in the blood red vein. This vitality is extremely pure, not the strength of Mujia’s iron-hearted meditation.

In other words, now he has a three-way repair!

“Recovered, my Yuanmai actually recovered.”

Mu Fengqi suddenly stood up and was ecstatic, which made him in the dark see a glimmer of light, a trace of light that could be grasped, a glimmer of hope.

“Ha ha ha… I know, I can’t stop my Mu Feng, I can’t stop my Mu family, I can repair it, I have the capital of revenge, the capital of my nephew, hey, have you seen it?绝我穆锋”

Mu Feng laughed and laughed. After all, he was a young man. After experiencing such ups and downs, he was greatly saddened. He couldn’t help but be happy like a child at the moment.

Mu Feng took a deep breath and mobilized the vitality of the Yuan dynasty into the boxing fist. The fist lighted a faint white light.

“Tongmaiquan!”

Mu Feng punched the center of the yard, the two of them were clinging to the trunk of the yellow pear.

Hey!

A muffled sound, hard-named yellow pear tree was shot out of a bowl of big punches, deep into it, and the cockroaches kept falling leaves.

Mu Feng looked at the power of this punch, showing a hint of surprise.

The pulse is nine-fold, and every time you open a yuan pulse, the power will have a skyrocketing, and there will be about two hundred pounds of power in one pulse.

Now that he has three veins, he can break out about six hundred pounds.

The power of his fist is not weak and the five-way, and the power of the six-way practitioners who are worse in some exercises!

“Good and pure, I can use the worst Tongmai boxing to play this power. If it is replaced by the martial arts, how powerful is it?”

Mu Feng muttered to himself, surprised and happy, but he could also figure out the reason. The purity of this vitality is several times that of his previous practice, and the volume of his Yuanmai is several times that of ordinary people. The power of the outbreak is also much stronger than the average person.

“Abandoned ancient Shura, this is a martial art of the order? Is it the legendary sacred method?”

Mu Feng secretly guessed that his family’s highest practice of qi and blood is not a good thing, but also a good practice.

What is more powerful than the iron-blooded heart is the high-level Xuanjie method. As for what level, and even the heavenly method, he can’t think of it, and he can’t change the Nanling country for a day. Step-by-step power method.

“But this practice is really bloody. To restore the Yuan Dynasty, you must kill people to absorb blood gas to nourish and repair broken broken veins. Unfortunately, I am not on the battlefield now, or I will be able to cultivate twelve yuan in one year. Pulse, restoring the previous cultivation, this practice will not be a bad thing.”

Mu Feng wrinkled his eyebrows. After all, he had not heard of any exercises that could absorb the blood of the souls and cultivate them into yuan.

“If you can control him, as long as it can help me revenge, restore the cultivation, I will practice the evil spirits, and there is no righteousness in the exercises. Only the talents have the righteousness and evil.”

Mu Feng smiled and did not pursue these. Although he was only fifteen years old, his life was over 100, and he was killed on the battlefield. Killing people did not resist him, as long as he did not kill innocents. .

Mu Feng looked up at the sky and looked into the distance. The autumn sun was red like blood, and the sun shone on the young and sharp face.

The young man looked into the distance, extended his fist, raised his thumb, and showed a smile on his face.

“Hey, you can rest assured that the front will not go down, the Mu family will not go down, the Mu family is innocent, and the backbone is not as good as the rainbow.”

The appearance of the ancient Shura Sutra, like the same sunshine, penetrated into the heart of the juvenile. From now on, he will not be lost in the decadence.

Mu Feng turned to enter his room, and he has been practicing in the yard just now.

Hey…!

At this moment, the courtyard door was suddenly opened, and a group of uninvited guests arrived.