Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 182
"Wurrrrr~"

The shaman's drum beat is matched with the horn made of rhino horn, which brings a sense of desolation and mystery.

A large number of wild immortals and wild gods gathered from all directions.

Yuan Wenjie said coldly: "This is a disciple of Jueluo's family in the Kunning Palace of the imperial court. You meddlesome ox-nosed person has spoiled my good affairs time and time again. Now someone is coming to deal with you."

Lin Zhuming heard him say that this shaman was a sacrificial shaman of Kunning Palace, so he put away his contempt and became serious.

Shamanism is extremely ancient, originated from ancient times, and belongs to two branches with witchcraft.

The Jurchens believe in shamans. The Kunning Palace was originally the residence of the queen, but since Emperor Shunzi, it has also been used as a dojo for court shamans.

These court shamans presided over the royal sacrifices, and they were quite trusted by the Jurchens.

What's more, these shamans are all from the Jueluo family's clan daughters. They learned from the old shamans since they were young, and finally they were chosen by the gods to become real shamans.

The court shaman worshiped a variety of objects, including Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, family gods from the original Jueluo family, Guandi, and so on.

When the Jurchen entered the customs, these shamans also contributed a lot. For example, the weapons of the Jurchen warriors, with the blessing of the shaman, endowed the power of the gods and ancestors, making them heroic and invincible.

Lin Zhuming tapped his teeth to make a thunderous sound, disrupting the rhythm of the drums so that he would not fall into a passive state.

At the same time, one hand was touching the Seven Killing Sword, and the other hand had already touched the firecracker, so he decided to see if he could "quickly and accurately" perform the "gun fighting technique" and collapse the shaman.

A large number of wild immortals were captured by drums and rhino horns.

In the corner, you can see snakes, mice, hedgehogs, weasels, foxes, wild dogs, cats...

These all belong to the "animism" in shamanism.

At this time, it seemed as if he had been taken away, and he slowly approached, and started to attack Lin Zhuoming.

At the same time, the privately trained servants of the Yuan Mansion also appeared, and they also had firearms in their hands, and even Lin Zhuming saw them wearing cowhide armor.

This is no longer a force that a landlord can arm. Only those aristocratic families that can dominate one side, like the aristocratic families of princes, have such a background. Randomly pull out an elite army of hundreds of people. Banner, not to mention fighting for hegemony, but Weiding can still do it.

Unfortunately, I met Lin Zhuming.

Lin Zhuoming was full of murderous intent, the Seven Killing Sword was out of its sheath, and the cold light was sharp, causing the shaman to exclaim: "The devil's weapon!"

"Fire!" The servant trained by Yuan Wenjie opened fire at Lin Zhuoming with a long-barreled gun.

Liu Ding protects his life and casts spells to help avoid stray bullets. The firearms of this era are always close to accurate, and it all depends on luck.

But Lin Zhuming was extremely ferocious, and regarded the hail of bullets as nothing.

Draw a sword and slash, wrap your head around your neck, and practice the five-element boxing kung fu on weekdays, which is fully displayed here.

"Tear!" rushed into the crowd, the sword's own armor-piercing blade had already cut one person in half.

Yuan Wenjie sensed something was wrong, so he was about to retreat behind everyone.

But Ren Hongyou had already rushed into it, surrounded by a roll of picture albums, with more than ten pages of picture books inside.

Yasha ghost, hanged ghost, prison ghost, river ghost... Snake demon... Wolf magistrate...

They are all "cards" collected by Ren Hongyou. Although most of them are not very powerful, only one of them, Langzhi County, can be regarded as a ghost.

"Human devil! Where to escape!"

Ren Hongyou held the book in his left hand and the pen in his right, but he saw that there were many rosters of strangers in the Yuan Mansion on the book, among which Yuan Wenjie's name was the first.

"Fork!" Ren Hongyou stroked away.

Yuan Wenjie sneered: "I've already made a deal with the judge, and I'm out of death. You can't make a deal!"

Ren Hongyou hehe: "Where did your literary heart come from? You stole it from me, you know, it's not your own, after all it's not yours."

In Yuan Wenjie's panic, a big hole was opened in his chest, and a delicate heart with seven apertures was stripped out.

"Shaman save me!" Yuan Wenjie had no intention of dying, but his face was pale, his lips were purple, and he felt cold all over.

But the shaman looked nervous and had no time to take care of him at all. His fighting skills were dangerous and he couldn't be distracted.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Qisha drank blood, exuding ferocity, and those wild immortals who were not afraid of death rushed up, but they also became the souls of the sword sacrifices.

This sword has an evil nature. After killing a living being, it arrests the soul into the sword so that it cannot be reborn.

But the power of this sword is getting stronger and stronger, and even has the idea of ​​turning back against its master.

But if Lin Zhuoming held the sword, it couldn't stand up.

"Ah!" Those servants were killed to the point of collapse. This man was shot and killed like hemp. He hardly looked like a human being, but rather like an escaped ghost from hell.

And those wild immortals summoned by the shaman were even more tragic. Those soldiers and horses who were originally from the ghosts of Fengdu would kill them when they saw them, or even devour them.

The shaman saw that the ten thousand immortals and spirits he had summoned were useless, so he cast a secret spell to bless them. His eyes kept turning white, and finally turned completely white, and a mysterious and ancient aura landed on him.

The withered flesh and blood body immediately swelled up.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The shaman's drum in the shaman's hand was hurried, and those wild immortals launched suicide attacks one by one, burning their lifespan, mana, and soul, becoming fierce and insane.

Lin Zhuming defeated those families, and when he saw it, his eyes gradually regained their pure heart from the blood.

"Please God!"

Lin Zhuming looked at the back of the shaman, and it seemed to be a giant python, vaguely like a dragon, covered in black scales, with a blue banner behind his back, and his eyes were like lanterns, staring at him.

"Dragon species outside Guanwai." Lin Zhuming said, "It really is the shaman of the Jueluo family."

And the shaman who was possessed by the giant python said: "The remnants of the previous dynasty, it seems that my merit has arrived, and I can go a step further after swallowing you!"

Lin Zhuming hehe: "It's just a distraction, how dare you say such big words!"

The Eight Banners of the Jurchens entering the customs are the Eight Banners of Zhenghuang, Zhengbai, Zhenghong, Zhenglan, Bordered Yellow, Bordered White, Bordered Red, and Bordered Blue.

Among them, the four positive colors are inherent in the original, and the inlaid flags were added later.

Dragon pictures are drawn on top of the Eight Banners, each of which is a lucky snake.

After raising the power of the Eight Banners, the offering will transform into a demon dragon, and the rest will be difficult to change.

Waiting for the country to be established, the Eight Banners of Manchu, Mongolia, and Eight Banners of Han were carefully distinguished to consolidate the rule.

This dragon-snake boa constrictor is exactly the luck formed by the dragon picture on the inlaid blue flag, which represents one of the luck of the imperial court today.

If faced with his real body, a skinny camel was bigger than a horse, Lin Zhuoming ran away, but now it was just a will that came to this shaman, Lin Zhuoming was not afraid at all.

He even wanted to keep it as the fodder for his own promotion, and he was even a little excited: "I don't know what kind of magical power the mirror will pass on to me when I visualize this incarnation of national destiny at night."

(End of this chapter)