Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 232 Thousands of stamens, the compassion of the Buddha mother ([-])
Having said this, the leader of Quanke Jiao suddenly noticed something different.

When he sensed something was wrong.

Everything is too late.

He covered his neck.

Everything is off.

He opened his mouth wide in pain, and blood mixed with living centipede rolled down from his mouth.

Let you have thousands of spells.

In this case.

It is impossible to display it.

Centipedes came out of his seven orifices, and those centipedes ruthlessly pierced through the membrane.

In this state, it seems impossible to survive.

The important thing is.

When were you recruited?

People from Quankejiao can be regarded as veterans.

Their fire light is also particular. Ordinary zombies and ghosts, even ghosts in the underworld, cannot see people in this green light.

But now.

Everything is different.

any of their spells.

Among the Nanyang mausoleums in the dark night.

Neither worked.

The leader died in an instant.

Seeing this scene.

The crowd was horrified.

"Don't go there."

Everyone was terrified, someone drove the paper figurines over, who knew that even the paper figurines had many centipedes appearing, and they shuttled back and forth unscrupulously around the paper figurines.

Pustules appeared on the body of the man driving the paper figurine, and these pustules instantly turned into a transparent color, and pale yellow pus flowed out
The centipede got out of their bodies.

The ground is loose.

Something huge came out from under their feet.

These "corpses" were eaten.

Lost life in an instant!
No bones left.

Death came for no reason at all.

Nanyang night.

It was unimaginably cruel.

With the death of someone, the smell of blood seemed to bring more terror. In the darkness, there was a cry of sheep.

On this small island.

The sheep's cry appeared very unreasonable.

sheep?
"go!"

"Lin Feng" heard this voice.

The blood is going cold.

He didn't have time to say this.

He grabbed the person next to him, took out the armored horse and put it on his body, turned around and ran away.

Stop talking to the rest of the people.

If you continue to stay here, there is only one possibility.

dead!
There seemed to be thunder in the sky.

Every time there is thunder, shadows appear.

These shadows look like the shadows of sheep, but when you look back, you can't see anything.

This group of people is aware that the cemetery here may be the Nanhai building wood that the alchemists of the Yan State told the First Emperor.

Fake death to escape.

Although he came out to work with the Fuchuan fleet of the Ming Dynasty.

But their nature did not change, and they noticed the records in the ancient books, and they became greedy.

They passed through the spider leg tunnel, not only came to the place where the bones of the "eight-armed master" were buried.

They go to a deeper place.

Startled the rest.

They were not killed when they rushed in.

When they rushed out, they were killed by the things inside.

and so.

That bronze figurine is the real bronze statue of Green Tara!

Bronze, is alive!
At least the bronze on the statue is alive.

Prevent stuffing.

The old monk used a thinning technique to remove a bit of bronze and whitewash it on the corpse.

That's right, a corpse that was no different from an ordinary person, but was shrunk down to the size of a normal arm by the surgery.

But he was right.

The only problem is.

After the bronze left the statue, it turned into a bloodbath.

And, it is really alive, which means that it will reproduce.

After Lin Feng woke up from this bloody and cruel memory.

Eyes opened.

It seems that what these Quanke Jiaoren saw before they died still existed in their minds.

The bronze figurines are sleeping.

But it's about to wake up.

He stared at his feet.

He knows why this island is so peaceful.

Because almost all the evil things are absorbed by the "Green Tara" under the feet.

Green Tara's green: vibrant.

Degree: Degree of sentient beings.

Mother: mother, pregnant.

If there is a real Green Tara in it, then this matter is undoubtedly a good thing. The Green Tara brought from the sacred mountain is used to suppress the evil land.

No problem.

But the problem now is not that.

Evil soil, building wood, shrouding, lowering the head, the ghost of the monk, the stupid and cruel nobleman, the out-of-control world, the careerist who wants to get the position of immortal, the product of Chufu's victory-hating technique who wants to seize these powers.

They come together.

Such a deformed monster was formed.

He could see what fifth uncle wanted to snatch.

The alchemists of Yan did not deceive the first emperor.

What it says is true.

At least a coffin made of Nanyang Jianmu may indeed have the effect of bringing the dead back to life.

Park the coffin in Zi Palace.

The corpse inside will be resurrected.

It's not like the poor lord of the state of Jin yelling like a bull.

It is truly alive.

But it was abandoned by Emperor Shihuang.

There must be a reason.

For the same reason as Badlands.

The dead body is alive.

As for what is alive.

Is it true self.

Not sure.

It's up for debate.

It's true that Shi Huang didn't want to die, but it's not necessary to ask him to live like this.

The first emperor, who was in his 30s, was not affected by diseases.

Tell him to "resurrect from the dead" in this way.

He would never want to.

Nor was he ready to die immediately.

When Jing Ke assassinated King Qin.

Qin Wang Yingzheng was only 32 years old.

The alchemist from Yan State came to Qin State earlier than when he was 32 years old.

It should be the moment when Ying Zheng was in his 20s and scolded Fang Qiu.

Compared with the 74-year-old life span of King Qin Zhaoxiang.

Ying Zheng, who is in his 20s, still has time.

His search for immortals and medicines is a process, not that he suddenly feels that he should go to immortals one day.

Qin, Han, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties.

The records of immortals often appear in books.

In the countries of Qi and Lu, you can often see immortals on the sea!

They really believe that there are gods in the world.

Under the ground, the tree is still alive.

This is not nonsense, its life is not the same as normal people's life for plants.

Have your own ideas, and will put your own ideas into practice.

It is another life.

It's not a demon, it's just what it is. Fifth Uncle wants to be a fairy, what he needs is not "Green Tara".

What he wants is Jianmu.

Uncle Wu wanted to obscure himself and become the owner of this tree.

Become Jianmu's brain!
All living beings here are the "children" of Jianmu.

If everyone thinks Uncle Wu is the grandfather, it's papa.

Uncle Wu is seizing the authority of all the gods here - the derivatives of Jianmu.

He is trying to minimize all rejection reactions.

All crazy.

Everyone is crazy.

Jianmu has spirituality, and Uncle Wu wants to integrate his animal and human nature into Jianmu and master spirituality.

Take all the vitality and turn it into your own use.

The question is where does his humanity come from?

He chose an heir.

offspring.

The heir is useful when he cares about humanity, and the heir is useless when he integrates himself into Jianmu.

Heirs would be his weakness.

In other words, heirs.

Throw away after use!

They are all sacrifices.

After Lin Feng thought about these things clearly, he opened his eyes and saw Wang Xiangzi.

He didn't need to find Uncle Wu.

Uncle Wu will come to him.

As for Gamalan, Gamalan is not an indigenous guide, but they are not the native guides of this family. Gamalan is the local guide of Zheng He's fleet, and they also wandered on the island.

The dead line of the game is about the time when "Green Tara" appears?

Lin Feng looked around.

He glanced at Wang Xiangzi again.

Wang Xiangzai woke up, Lin Feng looked at Wang Xiangzai, and suddenly asked: "Wang Xiangzai, are you scared?"

The Wangxiang cub who had just woken up shook his head in confusion.

"Well!"

Without further ado, Lin Feng chose to fuse two fragments of the Aura Eye!
There will be great horrors in fusion.

Come then, can can need.

(End of this chapter)