Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 175 Human Secret Storage (14) (3.2k)

There is a certain amount of overlap between Maoshan Shangqingzong's method of warming and nourishing magic tools, and Longhu Mountain, especially the basic magic tools such as binding demon ropes. Lin Feng found that they used a set of tools.

regardless of each other.

I don't know how many years this demon-binding rope has not been warmed by Lin Feng. After being warmed up by Lin Feng for a while, it hides in Lin Feng's body and can be carried as usual.

Lin Feng took the plane on the tie-up rope.

The demon-binding rope was not detected.

It hid in Lin Feng's body. In a situation that Lin Feng didn't understand, it hid between Lin Feng's eyebrows. It gulped and greedily absorbed the breath in his body, and the percentage of vitality was also decreasing.

Lin Feng didn't stop it.

He looked at the percentage of life force that disappeared, and began to rethink what kind of thing it was.

With the demon-binding rope devouring a lot of vitality.

Visible to the naked eye, its whole body began to glow.

The hidden wounds and cracks on it also began to be repaired.

Even Lin Feng's aura came from the body of Bind Yaosuo, which was in the same line as Lin Feng.

Years of wear and tear have caused it to lose a lot, but now it has been warmed up suddenly, and the demon-binding rope has become extremely active. In Lin Feng's mind, it looks like two green snakes.

Lin Feng touched the center of his eyebrows.

This should be the place where the gods opened the third eye. Lin Feng didn't open the third eye, but in the center of his eyebrows, there was an extra seed, a magic weapon, and the magic weapon was firmly guarding Lin Feng's eyebrows. Lin Feng felt Get it, you don't need passwords or spells, you can order this thing to go out and kill the enemy.

He doesn't know how powerful this thing is.

You can't use this thing on a plane, right?

Without this thing, he can dismantle the plane with his bare hands, although he will fall to his death——his [Mountain Spider Boots] still can't make him ride the wind and control the sword when he flies down from an altitude of [-] meters.

His eighth-rank, this magic weapon, Zi Ling said the peak seventh-rank, and how many ranks are warmed up now, but it is absolutely no problem to break the cabin wall of the plane.

Lin didn't want to kill himself, so he temporarily extinguished his plan to try this thing.

Moreover.

The first two sips of the demon-binding rope were a bit harsh.

Lin Feng was a little dizzy.

Now it has calmed down, and it is no longer scary. Lin Feng even sensed that the two chains were "unstretched".

It's a strange feeling.

In this way, half of the journey was fine, until Lin Feng felt something strange when there was still half of the journey left.

He took off his earphones, put down his phone, and looked around.

The woman beside him fell asleep, the man not far away was reading a book, and there were also bored people looking at the white clouds outside, looking peaceful and peaceful.

However, that weird feeling still lingers.

'It's not the plane's problem, it's my problem? '

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and checked himself.

Not because of the reason for binding the demon rope.

It's because he has an extra medium line on his body.

It's his problem!
Thousands of black silk threads wanted to wrap around his body.

These lines cannot be seen by conventional means, but as a sacrificer and enjoyer of sacrifice, Lin Feng has also felt this power before.

He is extremely familiar with these forces.

This is the strange concern and marking, and the person who is concerned and marked by the strange will become the anchor of the strange itself,

Something wanted to curse him to death.

Lin Feng didn't panic, he put away the earphones and the mobile phone that was playing TV.

He seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed, and he only glanced at his shoulder with his left eye, and sure enough, he saw a trace of malice, like a black caterpillar, appearing from nothingness, trying to entangle himself.

After Lin Feng was sure, he withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened.

Some are like head down.

Not sure, look again.

The caterpillar gradually approached him, and Lin Feng even signaled to the demon-binding rope between his eyebrows to calm down a little, luring it closer.

Fu Yaosuo obediently collapsed on the "ground".

He could feel that strands of silk thread were on his body, and he wanted to care about it, but fell to the ground. It was the demon-binding rope in his body that was stopping it. Now that it was not stopped, this thing could really stick to Lin Feng.

In his body, the demon-binding ropes are like two vigilant, vertical cobras. As long as a trace of power appears, they will be kicked out by the two demon-binding ropes. A natural vigilance, like a great hunting dog.

Drive this thing out again, the current situation seems to be that this connection has found the right owner, but it can't be tied to the right owner, and it is extremely anxious.

No matter who it is, if the anchor point is nothingness, even the strongest gods will not be able to descend.

I can't even find him anywhere, so how can I use sorcery to harm people?

He closed his eyes as if he hadn't noticed anything.

Continue to keep calling it by your side so that it is convenient for you to concoct this thing after you get off the plane.

Until he got off the plane, he heard the people around him muttering to his male partner in a low voice: "Why does this plane smell so bad, I told you not to take cheap flights, you didn't listen..."

It's actually a very foul smell.

It should be the smell of decaying corpses.

Behind it was murmuring complaints, the male companion kept begging for mercy, swearing and swearing, Lin Feng was expressionless, first he found a hotel to stay, and lit a sacrificial fire.

Blazing fire.

This trick is called backtracking.

He is in no hurry to find someone.

If something finds Li Gao's father, it is also a good way to surround the spot and call for help. Li Gao's father is a treasure, and he has a collection of three veins on his body, which is the "information point" chosen by the three veins.

Wutong, Li Family Ancestral Temple, Li Jianfeng.

They should not let go of their anchor point, as long as they stare at Li Gao's father, it is equivalent to staring at the three veins.

He sat cross-legged on the floor of the hotel, this time he brought out two teams, and left the strongest [King Xia Shichibukai] at home to watch the house, and he himself came out to "go out to collect materials".

After confirming that there were no cameras in the hotel, Lin Feng sat down cross-legged, and the sacrificial fire began to burn gradually, igniting the evil thoughts around him, and then, the entire media line was extremely clear.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, and saw an extremely ugly wooden statue of a god struggling to death on the open sea.

However, during the sacrifice, the wooden statues seen and the real wooden statues are completely two things.

The truth is hardly deceiving.

This real wooden statue looked like an ugly, cancerous tree on the verge of collapsing to Lin Feng.

Because it was too old, its cells began to divide disorderly. Its big mouth released a foul smell, like a monster with a rotten stomach, and the roots under its feet were like terrible tentacles. Clear skull.

Simply judging from its shape, this is at least a boss-level monster.

It's just not in good shape.

dying.

This thing just suffered a heavy blow. Lin Feng saw that more than half of its body had disappeared. Judging from the crack, it seemed that something had been ripped off.

Moreover, Lin Feng saw that most of the vitality in its body was emptied by something.

A certain kind of material that was saved was taken away by people.

On its remnant body, a kind of gray-white poison unscrupulously erodes its body, devouring its body, causing it terribly painful.

This should be the handwriting of [Wutong Immortal Corpse].

Its "fruit" was picked up by someone, and it should be [Li Family Ancestral Hall].

When the sacrificial fire started to burn.

It has no strength to resist, the two underworlds are weird, making it unable to turn over.

What Nanyang Shengxie.

At least this Nanyang Jianmu, with lumpy wood, is very ordinary.

It seems that Uncle Wu's side is not as scary as he imagined.

Lin Feng, who was sitting cross-legged in the hotel, waved his hand slightly, signaling the old buddies around him to run up, covering up all possible noises and noises.

This is not the first time he has accepted such a large-scale sacrifice.

Although this is all the sacrifices he won for himself by fighting for himself, but the last time he received so many offerings in Fukou, he almost offered a lot of things-Tai Sui, the evil thing floating in the ocean, and finally Only with the literary spirit of the Gongde Temple can the Yin God be formed.

But here, there are not so many offerings.

With this plant alone, Lin Feng didn't know if he could evolve Yinshen.

But it doesn't matter, if you can't evolve the Yin God, you can also fill the seeds of life. One more life is always good.

Just when he was thinking like this.

A large amount of vitality came from the sacrificial fire.

Immediately, Lin Feng saw densely written game words.

In reality, the game text reappeared.

Lin Feng was not surprised at all.

There was a change in the demon-binding rope between Lin Feng's eyebrows.

[The demon-binding rope in your body feels a lot of essence]

[Liu Yaosuo noticed the obstruction of the key in your body]

[Bound the demon rope and started to "build big projects"]

[Congratulations, the demon-binding rope is helping you shake off Shangjing Yashen]

Lin Feng thought of the feeling he had when Wenqi and Jueyuanshen were mixed together during the sacrifice, that kind of wisdom that made people feel ecstatic, that feeling that his mind was like lightning.

That was happiness that Lin Feng had never felt before.

It takes time for people to think, but when the brain feels that the primordial spirit really appears, in fact, I really feel that the time around me is gradually slowing down.

As long as a person's nerve reaction and thinking reaction speed are fast enough, then he can really be a "Flash".

Lin Feng actually doubted whether the awakening of his Jueyuanshen had anything to do with his literary qi. After all, the brain is a very important organ for scholars.

He also doesn't know how to cultivate Shangjing Iori.

It was really the method his teacher gave him, and it was too simple.

This method of his teacher is a framework.

It is necessary to constantly add other elements to it to ensure that it can go further.

Just when Lin Feng was thinking about this, the Yam-binding rope had already helped him open a hole—the life force flowed into his Xuanwenhua.

Feel the strength of Xuan Wenhua.

Lin Feng's expression froze.

This is somewhat different from what he imagined.

Mainly, he didn't expect that Xuan Wenhua was the one who opened it this time, which seemed a bit different from the acupoint he wanted to open in his imagination.

What he wants to open is Naoshen, Naoshen, and Jueyuanshen, but what he is opening at the moment is Fashen. It cannot be said that it is useless, it can only be said that it is useless at all.

Xuan Wenhua is Fashen, it is an acupoint in charge of hair.

When massive vitality enters Fashen, what will be the effect?

Lin Feng saw that his hair began to grow densely and densely, and not only the hair began to grow crazily, but his hair quality also showed some changes.

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【You opened Shangjing Iori: Xuan Wenhua】

[Shangjing Eight Gods: Xuan Wenhua: The god hidden in the human body, in charge of the hair, can be called Daoheng]

【Congratulations, you have obtained Xuan Wenhua's secret】

[Xuan Wenhua and the sound of whipping together]

【Your net, moved to Xuan Wenhua】

【Your net has absorbed essence, from twelve to 24】

With the disappearance of the last sentence, Lin Feng suddenly noticed that his hair seemed to be more than just growing.

He could feel the breath from his lungs getting into his hair.

The sound of his whipping echoes with the hair.

Lin Feng sat on the spot for a long time without any movement. He never thought that opening the secret storage of the human body would have such a powerful effect!

(End of this chapter)