Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 170 Wu Xian (4K)

[Dancing Shadow Wall] is an extremely huge wall, even Lin Feng can't see how tall and big this [Dancing Shadow Wall] is.

Looking up, it was very cold.

On the cross-section of the [Dancing Shadow Wall], there seems to be darkness brewing.

It is huge and dark, like a mirror separated by man with great magic power, reflecting everything.

"It doesn't matter if it is illuminated. This is not a mirror. It will appear at special times. Once it appears, we will either die or be injured."

The old Taoist said out of breath.

The red cloud just now almost exhausted all his energy, he looked at Lin Feng and said: "Be careful, don't deliberately look at this thing, and don't deliberately not look at this thing.

Treat it with a normal heart, now is not the time for it to dance.

The time when the dance appeared should be around Haishi, which is far away from now. "

Lin Feng: "..."

He was a little distressed.

The main reason is that when the other party said this, he became uneasy.

The more people say they don't read it.

The more people want to see it.

The old Taoist motioned him to stop here for a while, indicating that it was safe here.

"This place is safe for the time being. If no one dances in it, there will be no ghosts and gods approaching. After all, this thing..."

He looked at the mirrored stone wall with a complicated expression, and didn't say much.

While talking, the old Taoist motioned for him to stuff the female trick behind his back into his body.

Lin Feng motioned for you to come.

The old Taoist took a deep breath, took the Sanqing Bell, and stabbed it hard into his body.

This time, no blood flowed out.

After the last suppression, after this suppression, the old Taoist knew that he might not be able to use the spell again.

"out!"

Regardless of pain.

He squeezed a seal with both hands, and the fire in his eyes was shining brightly.

The unseen wind lifted his beard, his sleeves, his turban.

He muttered something.

Everything seemed to be going well, until he took out a small knife and wanted to cut Lin Feng's skin, but something went wrong.

The old Taoist made great efforts.

Lin Feng's skin was still as tough as tanned cowhide armor.

The skin was dented, but not broken.

Can't cut it, can't cut it.

Even the old Taoist priest couldn't help but let out a "hmm", not knowing why, he subconsciously glanced at his rusty knife, thinking it was a problem with the knife.

Lin Feng glanced at the knife.

Tetanus Blade.

It was still stained with blood, as if the old Taoist's blood had dried up.

The old Taoist was puzzled: "This?"

Look left, look right...

He thought it was because of his old age and frailty, coupled with excessive blood loss, he had no strength.

So he took a deep breath and planned to move again.

Lin Feng looked at the knife and thought about it: "Or I can do it myself."

He was afraid of accidents, so it was useless [Guanqi Fayan: A Glance], besides, Taoist priests may not all be able to fight, as the same sentence says, there are those who are proficient in scientific rituals, some practice supernatural powers to subdue demons, and some preside over precepts, Each has a role, and he must have two skills to survive the annihilation of the [Shengxian Village] army.

At least, Lin Feng couldn't do it when he thought of containing a "lord god" in his body to hide his figure.

But now he wants to pierce Lin Feng's skin.

Old Taoists can't do it.

Each has its own strengths.

Each has its own shortcomings.

The two looked at each other, the old Taoist swallowed a mouthful of saliva, held back the severe pain and said, "Then you come."

Lin Feng took off his shirt, gestured with his nails and said, "By the way, anywhere is fine?"

"Ah."

The old Taoist saw the young man cut open his skin with his nails, exposing the flesh and blood inside.

The flesh and blood seemed to be alive.

It doesn't flow out.

The old Taoist seemed to have seen the ghost, and there was an indescribable astonishment in his expression.

"Sigh~"

Take a deep breath.

Can't help it: "What a handsome horizontal kung fu."

That's all he could say.

Is this horizontal kung fu practice, can the old Taoist not know?In the Maoshan sect of the upper Qing Dynasty, there were not many people who practiced boxing and swords?
There is certainly plenty of yang energy in their blood.

But to achieve this.

Without decades or hundreds of years of penance, no way.

He could only talk perfunctorily like this, pretending that he didn't know anything, seeing the old Taoist's praise, Lin Feng smiled politely at him, and then, amidst the strong resistance of the female ghost, he moved her to the side of Lin Feng's blood .

The horror on the female ghost's face was still there.

With a sound of "stab", before entering under Lin Feng's skin, the female ghost turned into a wisp of green smoke, and was burnt without even ashes.

No trace.

Old Taoist: "Huh?"

He glanced at himself in disbelief, and wanted to speak several times, but in the end he could only close his mouth.

"Handsome practice kung fu."

He repeated it again, somewhat angrily.

It also feels tricky.

Originally, it seemed that there was no way to get out of here to accommodate a female ghost like this.

The situation of this kid in front of him is beyond his imagination, Xiaogui can't do it, he has to accommodate a more powerful "main god" in the team of wandering gods.

But his "main god" was also carefully selected by him, suitable for suppression and not ferocious enough.

In order to capture this "lord god", the disciples of the Maoshan Sect in the Shangqing Dynasty suffered heavy casualties.

At this moment, there are only two of them.

One person cannot cast spells, which is equivalent to only one person.

The reason why the deceitful gods are called deceitful gods is because of their superiority, they invite the gods normally, and the gods are not on their bodies.

Please bring a trace of true spirit.

The upper body of the wild god and the upper body of the righteous god have different logics.

Up and down this [Shengxian Village], it doesn't look like there is a righteous god.

A powerful deceitful god and an accommodating person with strange blood.

They cannot be combined into one.

It is only possible to form a more terrifying confrontation!

All of a sudden, the old Taoist felt hopeless and didn't know what to do.

At this time, there seemed to be some animations on the mirror-smooth stone wall.

Lin Feng saw this scene from the corner of his eye.

Just when Lin Feng wanted to see what it was, a huge shadow appeared on the weird mirror surface. This shadow was so huge that it lost any sense of beauty at all. Looking up, one could only see It can be seen that this thing looks like a female.

In the mirror, there was a "rumbling" sound.

It was like thunder.

"what is this?"

Lin Feng raised his head and glanced at it, and the old Taoist shook his hands in fright, and the "lord god" in his body began to wither.

A large amount of energy floated towards the mirror, and the "main god" withered in an instant, turned into white sand, fell out of the old Taoist's body, and piled up on the ground.

The huge black shadow became clear, and she seemed to be gradually approaching the mirror, wanting to see the world outside the mirror clearly.

leaned over.

Inside this mirror, it seems to be a world.

She is approaching the mirror, trying to get out of it.

The old Taoist looked at the wall where the picture suddenly appeared, and knew it was broken.

"go!"

The old Taoist didn't even have time to explain, so he reached out and grabbed Lin Feng's arm, and was about to take Lin Feng away, but who knew, before they had time to leave, they turned their heads and saw that the dark place had changed into a watery place. The network is densely covered, and it has become a vast country. In this vast country, there are vaguely some buildings hidden in those low bushes.

Without taking a step, colorful poisonous snakes came out of it.

The old Taoist said: "This is not a poisonous snake, it is a symbol of death, and the underworld is strange."

His complexion was extremely ugly.

Last time, he almost lost half of the disciples of Maoshan Sect, right here.

But last time, things were not so dangerous.

It's just that there are black shadows in the shadow wall, and it's already overwhelmed.

The scene outside changed.

I don't want any of them to leave!
Lin Feng turned his head and took a look, and saw the shadows of two more people in the mirror.

A Lin Feng.

An old Taoist priest.

Even the fine hairs on his face can be counted clearly.

Flawless.

Seeing this, the old Taoist stood in front of Lin Feng, as if trying to cover him.

But the mirror in front of him is definitely different from the normal mirror. On the mirror, there are two overlapping people.

Useless.

The old Taoist stretched out his hand and pulled out two yellow talismans from his sleeve. He murmured and stuck them on his ribs and arms. The "main god" in his body withered, leaving two "loopholes". He used the yellow talisman Cover the loopholes and preserve your vitality.

Under normal circumstances, such injuries are enough to kill a person.

But thinking that this is not a normal world, Lin Feng felt relieved. He observed the surrounding scene, wanting to provide some experience for the next resurrection.

Not much fear.

"Smart boy."

The old Taoist glanced at Lin Feng, thinking in his heart, he grabbed a red thread again, tied one side of the red thread to Lin Feng's arm, and tied the other to his own arm, chanting words in his mouth.

Lin Feng didn't bother to talk to him.

Because then, he saw a dance.

A shocking dance made him forget everything.

【Chu land is good at witchcraft】

【Chu people ghosts and Yue people】

The old Taoist looked at the dance that appeared on the mirror wall, feeling a little desperate: "Chu vulgars don't care about things, but witches and demons and gods.

It is not about the relationship between the demons and the demons.

Every year at the end of October, the pearl rice is about to grow new.

Every family does not earn money, and there is no rich or poor in the game of monsters.

Kill the cattle and buy the official wine, and gather the recalcitrant people with the drum.

Noisy and noisy, fierce and frequent day and night. "

In the end, he even smiled wryly.

At this time, he still had time to recite a poem and forcefully swallowed his vitality. The old Taoist was waiting to die.

Lin Feng then saw the most grotesque, treacherous, and twisted dance he had ever seen.

The shaman dance of the Chu people is shaped like water, with long sleeves and a wide dance, like the pulse of the water shape, with no fixation and no return.

However, this dance is used to please the gods.

So this kind of dance - Lin Feng saw that there was a god on the head of the dancer, and the mountain ghost was the mountain god, and there was no distinction between gods and ghosts.

She is pleasing the gods, her dance is full of power, like a pouring flood, and her every move is full of power—like a shadow puppet being pulled by countless silk threads.

Jiaolong curled up.

Blood spurted out of every part of her body, and her bones were all "squeaked" and broken. Just like that, she was still beating, as if she had dedicated all her body and mind to the gods.

The dancers are like consumables, insignificant and insignificant, a poor gust of wind that turns into nothingness after blowing through.

As long as the wind can blow to the feet of the gods.

Lin Feng heard the sound of bones coming from his side. He saw that the old Taoist seemed to be hung with countless lines. He looked at himself, not knowing why he was fine. He felt that everything was a dream.

He felt that his feet were soft and trampled, as if he had a high fever.

A feeling of delirium filled his heart.

It's as if it's going to soar in the daylight!
It's like drinking too much wine.

Want to pass out, want to sleep.

He grabbed the old Taoist, and the lines on his body were all broken when the old Taoist didn't understand.

The old Taoist looked at Lin Feng in astonishment, seeing him staggering as if he was drunk.

Subsequently.

With a "duang", he fell to the ground and fell asleep.

fell asleep soundly.

The old man didn't know, so this kind of development was something he had never seen before.

How did things become like this?
He raised his head slightly and saw the dancer more clearly.

He sees colors.

He saw that the dancer was wearing a mask. Her mask was the face of a bird, with colorful feathers on her head, and a feather coat with colorful wings.

On his hands, he was holding two long snakes.

Every action is amazing.

This kind of beauty, even the old Taoist priest can't describe the feeling that this kind of dance gives him for a while,

He felt as if he saw a most primitive dance that had nothing to do with morality, civilization and other acquired things.

Enduring the severe pain, the old Taoist wanted to take Lin Feng out of here.

But who knew, before he had time to leave, an invisible rope was tied to his body again.

Just like that.

"Crack clap."

Even though the old Taoist had all kinds of defenses, he couldn't guard against this move. His bones were shattered and his meridians were broken.

The pain blinded his eyes.

Instead, it was Lin Feng.

Slept peacefully.

In his sleep, he heard someone calling the roll call. If he heard correctly, this was a grand funeral, a ruler who was one with a king and a great witch died.

A complete set of chime bands and chime masters, all buried alive in the burial pit.

Immediately there were pairs of wives and concubines—one main wife and countless concubines.

Then came servants.

Even if it is a great witch, it is difficult to order the rest of the witches to be buried, so the rest of the witches are "voluntarily buried".

Like these witches.

Lin Feng fell into a drowsy sleep when he heard someone talking beside him.

Afterwards, Lin Feng saw the prompt.

【You are being forcibly inherited from Chu Wuxian】

【You are gaining knowledge】

[Congratulations, you have obtained the secret of Chu State's shamanism, the ancient skill: Luowang]

[Luo Wang: The Wuxian method of the Chu State in the Spring and Autumn Period, the power of the gods and gods turned into invisible thin lines, killing people invisibly]

[Congratulations, you have obtained one of the secrets of Wu Xian in Chu State]

【You accepted Wu Xian's gift and were bound by Wu Xian's contract】

【You have temporarily reached a temporary status with Wu Xian: Coexistence】

[In the past, the city of Nanying in Chumu, the same as Yuanxiang, its custom believed in ghosts and loved temples.The temple must be composed of songs and music to encourage and delight the gods.Qu Yuan went into exile and hid in the midst of it, full of sorrow and poison, and melancholy. He came out to see the letters of laymen's sacrifices, the music of singing and dancing, and his words were humble. The knot of injustice, entrust it with the wind to remonstrate——"Chu Ci Chapters"]

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