Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 210 Ruthless (3k) (addition for waiting for the prosperous fireworks)

Lin Feng popped out of the warrior's memory, and when he opened it, he saw the eight-armed "Master" rushing towards him. Seeing the eight-armed "Master" rushing towards him, he felt a kind of disgust that did not come from his heart. , from the heart.

It's as if the eight-armed "guru" is some kind of aversion.

Came to his side, causing his discomfort.

In his mind, he unconsciously thought of the majestic shape of the yak, and then opened his mouth.

All the muscles in the body are working hard!
【mou】

This time [mou] and [fa], [bo] and other sounds are different. This time [mou] sound is not comprehended by himself, he learned it from this piece of leather, and this land six The sound is different from other land six sounds, and it also incorporates some local people's own understanding.

For strength, for the primitive worship of the wild yak, after mixing these things together, the original [mou] sound has some extra things that should not belong to it.

So he opened his throat.

【mou】

Just at this moment, with the blessing of the surrounding forces, Lin Feng felt that countless forces, like "war trampling", turned back and overlapped from the surrounding places, and finally gathered in one place, knocking the opponent into the air!

The whole body of the eight-armed "Guru" seemed to be trampled by countless hooves, and his body was completely sunken.

It was as if all the bones had been crushed by yak hooves.

But even so, the "guru" is still alive.

"Guru" is not like an ordinary person, there are weaknesses everywhere, if he is turned into dust or removed with magic, he will not die from ordinary physical damage.

For him, the [mou] sound is extremely harmful.

Such a mantra is useful to the body, just a few more times, you can kill demons and demons, and kill the "guru".

The problem is, just for a moment, Lin Feng felt that his physical strength was exhausted, and he still had a distance from that "invincible" appearance. The [mou] sound was a bit serious for a practitioner.

More importantly, when Lin Feng passed the piece of leather, he actually met the messenger of the Yak God.

It also felt the slightest charm.

Naturally, a trace of his charm also appeared, but people couldn't hold on to this charm.

Some want to cough up blood.

In the mouth, in the nose, there is a taste of rust.

Pinch numb.

After shocking the other party, Lin Feng turned around and left without saying a word.

But his strike was really effective, and the eight-armed "Guru" didn't chase after him immediately, because although he was not fatally injured, his legs were broken and he still had to recover.

Recovery takes time.

……

Outside the primeval forest, Fifth Uncle held a shotgun, played with pills, and killed all the way from outside.

He didn't know what he was chewing in his mouth. After walking into the restricted area for humans, he didn't look nervous, and even felt a little comfortable. The hounds he brought were more fierce than each other. Rolled around him, along the way, all the grass was withered.

This "fairy slag" who abducted people from Wushu's Fujiaolou group living place actually walked with Wushu, looking like a close friend.

Uncle Wu took a puff of his cigar, and said to "Fairy Slag", "I have already said that the things inside are a scourge, and something will happen sooner or later. You and I have both investigated it, and even exposed Zheng He. I have read the letters left by him, but it is a pity that I have never returned to Nanyang in my whole life, and this disaster has been left behind.

However, Zheng He did not intend to take it back.

Zheng He believed in the Three Jewels, and when he saw such a blasphemy, he was angry with King Fudo, which already explained the problem. "

As he walked, he was looking for something.

Soon, he found a place to live. He let go of his huge hounds, and watched these hounds rush over, eating up the descendants of the Bagan dynasty.

Amidst the wailing of men, women, old people and children, Fifth Uncle's expression remained unchanged.

He doesn't need to clear this place. After a while, the bloody smell here will attract those hungry beasts to clean up the traces here.

Indulging hounds and cannibalism, from infants to old people, leaving no one behind, the fifth uncle looked at these tragedies in the world without even the slightest mood swing: "These people in the Bagan Dynasty divided Buddhism into many sects, but each of them How can a kind of Buddhism satisfy the desire of the royal family?

How can you satisfy the desire of the faint king?
Even if he becomes a puppet of Meng Yuan, the king still wants to enjoy the blessings, and he also wants to spend his days and nights. People are all the same, and if they have good ones, they are reluctant to let go. "

He talked about it, leaning against a tree, but his hounds were still here carefully looking for something.

She kept twitching her nose, refusing to leave.

On his head, a few poisonous snakes wanted to come down and attack Uncle Wu, but they were eaten by the fairy dregs around Uncle Wu. Uncle Wu continued: "These little kings in remote villages don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, so they convert themselves After the Three Treasures, I didn't get any benefits.

They feel that their life is only a dozen or 20 years at most. When they are old, they can’t eat or wear clothes, and they can’t use it even if they are surrounded by beauties. Because they indulge in indulgence, their bodies have long since rotted, and taking refuge in the Three Jewels is useless. .

At this time, they were afraid of death.

Ask the planner.

There is no way for Wu Ji to deal with these things.

As for those monks.

What can those monks tell him to do, tell him to read Buddhist scriptures, or tell him to understand Buddhist principles?Or tell him that the Buddha is not his servant, he can do whatever he wants?

What a joke, if he had such ability, he wouldn't ask the common people and ghosts when he was about to die. "

Xianzha seemed to be talking, responding to Fifth Uncle's words.

But except for the fifth uncle, no one can understand what they are talking about.

Uncle Wu listened and said, "Oh, you mean I was the last one to go in, what did I see?
I saw a farce.

After a king became a monk, he found a way from a pile of old papers, found some soil, buried himself alive in the soil, and dreamed of becoming an immortal person through the soil.

Ten ways to become a fairy, hehehehe.

Nanyang's Ten Ways to Immortality are nondescript. "

Uncle Wu continued to puff out his cigar while laughing, and said with disdain, "If it was that easy to become a fairy, I would have already become a fairy, and I still need to spend my time here."

Having said that, Uncle Wu's hound suddenly let out a deafening barking sound, and kept circling around a place, as if he had discovered a problem here.

Only then did Uncle Wu show a hint of a smile, and the fairy slag rushed over to the tower.

From under there, it seemed that an animal similar to a toad ran out, but the toad was eaten by the fairy dregs before it could run away.

After getting rid of this toad, Uncle Wu motioned Xianzag to stay with the dog and look for "prey".

He only took a hunting dog with him, and he was going to look for "Li Jianfeng".

"I'm going to look for my junior. No matter what, he is a junior in my clan. Unfortunately, based on my understanding of the old man, he should send several people out alive, but I didn't expect it. It's sad that he doesn't believe me and thinks I'm not part of the Li family anymore.

However, I have met that junior, and I like it very much. This is not a pedantic person, and he talks a lot.

He looks wild and fresh, and he seems to have some spells on him.

He also has doubts about me, and I have no doubt that if I intend to kill him, he will definitely choose to kill me.

But there is no choice.

He came at the wrong time. If he came at the right time, I can kill my son and give him all these plantations, as long as it can strengthen our Li family, a group of sons.

If my wife dies, I can remarry; if my son dies, I can still have a litter!
As long as the family continues, what's wrong?
Unfortunately, it's all time's fault. "

Uncle Wu said, he was smoking a cigar, and signaled Xian Zha to understand some rules, "Don't touch my younger generation, I will do it myself, and only I can kill the people of my Li family."

After finishing speaking, he left alone, with a dog, carrying a shotgun.

Walked along that side until he came to the door of the inscription, and saw a person rushing out, behind him, followed by countless strange faces of crocodile surgery, the hound saw this and rushed over.

Uncle Wu loosened it on purpose.

Uncle Wu didn't move or catch, and let the hounds leave. He saw his nephew Lin Feng rushing out of it, rolled over and fell to the ground, and the eight-armed "master" came out, but who knew that the eight-armed As soon as the "Master" came out of the spider legs, he screamed and returned to the spider legs again.

It seemed to be severely burned by the sunlight outside!
On the contrary, those monster faces rushed out and followed Lin Feng like tarsal maggots, refusing to leave.

"come over."

Uncle Wu shouted loudly. Seeing this, Lin Feng ran towards Uncle Wu.

The monster faces didn't have a specific target to attack. Lin Feng ran over, and they naturally found the living creature closest to them.

that big dog.

These strange faces got into the body of the big dog, and soon they scrambled in disorder. The big dog let out a wail, and many human faces grew on its body. These human faces were either happy or sad. , lifelike, looks extremely disgusting.

Human facial sores.

These human facial sores not only look disgusting, they can also talk, and they can also appear in various parts of the big dog, inside the eyes, on the mouth, on the stomach, all imaginable places, there are human facial sores.

The big dog wanted to look back at his master.

Uncle Wu didn't say anything.

He continued to raise the firecracker in his hand, aimed at the big dog not far away, and pulled the trigger!

Fire splashes.

The big dog's head was shot by the shotgun and disappeared.

It died in the hands of its most trusted master.

Uncle Wu didn't look at Big Dog again.

He just helped Lin Feng up with a concerned face.

Lin Feng stood up.

Looking at the weapon in Uncle Wu's hand.

Is this a gun?
How the hell can it be a gun?

Even a sniper rifle like yours can't do this!
How could things be so outrageous!

(End of this chapter)