Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 19 Act Three, The Road

【Mountain God Blessing】

【Mountain God's Fury】

The two states sound like good things, one increases survivability, and the other increases crit.

In addition, [Jin Yiwei]'s special effect of dragon and tiger aura is attached, and Lin Feng is estimated to be able to unleash an astonishing crit in the face of ordinary evil spirits.

But Lin Feng was most concerned about another thing that the mountain god gave him.

【Shaman's practice method】.

Shamanism in a broad sense is distributed all over the world.

Most shamanism believes that all things have spirits, and shamans are important media between spirits and people.

A shaman is actually a psychic.

The great god uses specific rituals, that is, formulas, magic tools, and invites a certain kind of spirit to possess the assistants.

Lin Feng clicked on [Shaman's cultivation method].

A dense amount of information was transmitted to his mind.

Just when he was fascinated, during the game, a banyan tree sneaked in through the open skylight of the banyan tree, and ruthlessly moved towards Lin Feng's head.

Lin Feng noticed that it was a bit late.

He was immersed in the ocean of knowledge and was opened.

The root of this banyan tree even opened Lin Feng's brains, and he drank it.

Lin Feng didn't die from the recovery of the blood god, but died in the hands of the banyan tree.

I don't know what's wrong with this banyan tree.

Do a sneak attack.

The person is dead, and Lin Feng has long been used to it.

In this broken game, I got used to it.

He was forcibly excluded from the world.

Standing in the dark game space, listening to the high-pitched and crazy suona, disturbing ravings, women's cries, and some new sounds, the sound of pouring rain.

These voices are mixed together, and the magic sound fills the ears, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Just listening to this music, it seems that even the body is contaminated with some wet and damp breath.

In the darkness outside, there seemed to be a weeping woman secretly watching.

The air is turbid, the breath is not smooth, and it makes people sick.

Lin Feng stood in the darkness, pondering the [shaman cultivation method], but did not quit.The person who compiled the cultivation method is not the mountain god.

The mountain god just recorded and preserved this practice method.

The hundreds of words in the preface completely wiped out the cynicism of this Buddhist practitioner.

He said that ordinary people in this world practice for that official name and for the same authority.

The monk looked at the beautiful beads, so he hung the beads on his clothes, with a smiling face on his face, and a mean look down.

Daoist took the upper-level route, elite education, five stone powder, life-threatening pills, a pair of medicine stickers, how many palace maids and babies starved to death, and how many sanctimonious he was used to seeing.

People who live in seclusion are more hypocrites. There are so many famous mountains and rivers in the world, and they ran to Zhongnan Mountain next to the capital.

Shortcut to the south.

These people, even this method of practice is borrowed from the imperial court.

Officials go from ninth-rank sesame seeds to first-rank officials, and their practice also goes from ninth-rank to first-rank.

I can't understand these people, the people who left behind this method, should have come to Xiangxi and created this method by themselves?

This shaman's method of practice has its shackles, but also its benefits, one body with two sides.

Shackles, that is, there is no backer, even if you are successful in cultivation, you are still alone. In the west, the Buddha will not help you.

It is the practice method of idle clouds and wild cranes.

In other words, Taoism and Buddhism are all civil servants cultivating immortals. Once they enter the door, they are their own people.

Even if you can't do it yourself, you can invite an organization to help.

The advantage is freedom, you can learn as soon as you learn, there is no relationship between master and apprentice, and there is no ancestor discipleship.

Originally, Lin Feng didn't intend to learn it, but after seeing this introduction, he was a little moved.

Mainly Lin Feng, he is also a person who is used to being idle. He worked as a self-media when he was in college, and only worked when he left school.

Although it is said that he has reached a strong place in practice and has no backer, but in other words, he has no power and naturally has no obligation.

Glancing at the cooldown time, there are still 10 minutes before the third act of the game can be played.

He glanced at the third act one more time.

【Xiangxi Blood God】

【Act III: The Road】

【Go to Niutou Village alive】

[Life remaining: 3]

[Reward for completing the mission: one or two pieces of luck, the method of obtaining blessings from luck]

[Low-level task, failure, one-hour cooldown]

【Start the game】

【exit the game】

Same as the second scene, when Lin Feng saw the blood characters, his eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, the cutscene began.

Although the game cannot be played, the cutscenes can still be seen.

At the gate of Qingquanzhai, three people died.

Lin Feng was panting, and Liao Chi turned into a pool of blood in front of him.

Zhu Baihu's complexion was a little pale, he was not breathing well, and leaned against the pot to rest, while Lin Feng was also struggling with his sword.

The guide was still alive, and he stumbled out of the cottage. He was not regarded as a teammate by the game, but he was still a person anyway.

But at this moment, he smelled extremely bad.

There were also dead flies falling down.

Glancing at the two of them, the titles on their heads remained the same.

Lin Feng took out the map, and after unfolding it, he saw Niutou village. This Niutou village was dotted with blood, and it was completely black.

But Lin Feng couldn't understand the rest of the place.

Ancient and modern maps are very different.

Handing the map to Zhu Baihu, Zhu Baihu also shook his head.

Lin Feng thought of the Toolman Wizard.

wave.

【Come and see this map】

The guide came over. He took the map and identified it: [Niutou Village is [-] miles away from here, and it takes about three hours to walk. Now it is Sishi. Daoist, sir, we must set off as soon as possible, and we must catch up before Xushi. Going to Niutou Village, the deep mountains in Western Hunan are nothing compared to others, even human oil wax cannot deceive the Yin God of Transit in the deep mountains]

Lin Feng: [Okay, let's go, but what is this little spot on the side of the road? 】

Guide: [This is Xishen Inn]

The three of them walked and talked, gradually drifting away, Lin Feng's perspective was like a phone that had been left in place, watching them leave.

Lin Feng: 【What is Xishen Inn? 】

Guide: [God of Joy is a zombie, God of Joy Inn is the inn where morticians live]

Lin Feng: [Isn't this the site of Village 36?Why is there a Xishen Inn? 】

Guide: [This is the secret of exorcising the corpse, Master Dao, I don’t know either]

Been walking for almost half an hour.

The viewing angle is wrong.

Lin Feng frowned.

He still didn't move.

At this moment, he heard "bang bang bang" from behind, the sound of something exploding.

With the sound of this voice, Lin Feng's perspective changed.

He turned his head, and his perspective quickly blurred!He seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, and soon caught [Qingquanzhai Forbidden Area].

The angle of view stopped, and outside the forbidden area, the stomachs of those dead bodies exploded one by one, and the red nematodes, like mountains and seas, got into the banyan tree, dyeing the whole old banyan tree in blood red.

Inside the belly of the old banyan tree came the wailing of the shrine. After all, the mountain god enshrined in Qingquanzhai was invincible against the blood god. Lin Feng saw on the head of the banyan tree, [Blood God, the second stage].

This gigantic banyan tree pulled up its aerial roots, and on its outer bark, bloody faces appeared one after another.

Lin Feng frowned.

His speculation was completely overturned.

He originally thought that the blood god was a dead person who lost his skin.

But now, under his nose, an old banyan tree has turned into a blood god!
(End of this chapter)