Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 235 Thousands of flowers and ten thousand pistils, the compassion of the Buddha mother ([-])
Blood was dripping, and a large amount of dirty blood seeped into the ground, and the headless Bodhisattva fell to the ground.

Fifth Uncle looked indifferent.

Just now, the two of them worked together to kill one of their companions, expressionless.

"I said, I once cursed and killed princes."

Fairy said.

Fifth Uncle's expression remained unchanged, and the disdain under his eyes was well hidden.

When he knew that the fairy fetus kept repeating a sentence, and once cursed and killed a prince, he knew it.

There is no new job.

Revel in the glory of the past.

Dead bones in the grave.

"Who have you cursed to kill?"

Uncle Wu started a sacrifice to the longevity tree.

He splashed the dirty blood on the ground over and over again.

Read this in your mouth.

The fairy fetus looked at the dying man.

Finally, he said the most proud thing he had done in his life.

"I have cursed and killed two generations of champions."

Uncle Wu's movements froze.

Two generations of champions.

If it is two generations of champions.

It is only possible that he is the champion of the father and son of the Han Dynasty.

The young general Huo Qubing.

Inexplicably, Huo Shan was killed violently.

Their deaths were all simple.

Violent death.

One after going to Mobei.

Sudden illness.

One died suddenly after inheriting the title.

It is unlikely that Liu Che did it.

If it is said that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty raised Huo Qubing, he raised a clone, and blessed Huo Qubing with the wish of the general he fought in.

Then he took Huo Qubing's son with him personally, as if he was raising a son.

He wanted to cultivate a second Huo Qubing.

Unfortunately, Huo Shan also died.

Died after Liu Che's Taishan Fengchan.

Since then, Emperor Wudi of the Han Dynasty has been a little suspicious.

I always feel that someone wants to use witchcraft to harm people.

As a result, after old age and frailty.

I don't know if anyone wants to harm him.

But he did kill the prince and queen.

The famous curse of witchcraft.

An innocent disaster of a prince.

Although only a few of the people who participated in the witchcraft disaster survived, the rest were also killed later.

But the prince and queen are indeed dead.

There is no way to come back.

It's hard to say whether the death of two generations of champion Hou left any shadow on Liu Che's heart.

Anyway, the last few years of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

Seeking immortals for medicine.

It is serious.

……

Wangxiang cubs are trembling.

He didn't know why those people in long robes brought him here.

He hid behind the robed man.

saw his father.

Dad seemed to be unable to see this side.

Carrying out his own actions.

But the father at this moment is different from what he remembered.

He scooped blood out of the decapitated Buddha's head.

Then spilled on the ground.

He also held a stick in his hand.

It seems to be watering, constantly watering the land in front of me.

This blood seeps into the ground.

He is still writing words on the ground, and these words are pure pictographs.

Approximately, it is a tree.

specific tree.

He wrote trees on the ground, and Xiantai watched Wushu's movements beside him.

Especially those words, he had to make sure that the man in front of him didn't contain any information that shouldn't be included in the words used for these sacrifices.

As he talked to himself.

Wangxiang Zai looked around, and the tall ghost in robes around him lifted him up and carried him on his back.

protected.

Tell him to leave his feet off the ground.

But at this moment, Wangxiang cub felt a calling.

It is a cry from the depths of the soul.

He seemed to belong there.

He wanted to look over there.

But like a kitten.

The huge ghost pinched the back of the neck and shook it.

Wake him up.

Waking up, Wang Xiangzi felt a little scared, but he also looked into the distance curiously.

The ground began to shake continuously, and something was walking underneath.

If you look carefully.

These two-meter-tall, speechless ghosts.

Under their feet, they are floating above the ground.

The corpses whose blood had been drained came out of the ground shaking.

Then it was strung together by branches coming out of the ground.

Fly with the wind.

The branches of this big tree string everything together.

Like dried sausages.

"boom!"

Just a moment.

A tree was thrown out from the ground.

When Wang Xiangzai saw this Jianmu tree, for some reason, he had an idea of ​​wanting to get closer.

Not so much his father as Uncle Wu.

Rather, his father was Jianmu.

Fortunately, the ghost behind him squeezed his neck again to wake Wang Xiangzi up.

Wangxiang cub was holding a basin in his hand, trembling with fear, not knowing what to do.

That building tree is like a snake, from a small sapling, it starts to grow thickly.

Behind Fifth Uncle, a large colorful python appeared, swallowed him in one gulp, and disappeared.

Appeared again, in the distance.

The speed of the fairy fetus is not slow.

He greedily looked at the tree.

What he saw was the fruit on the tree.

The tree keeps growing.

The fruit is also growing taller.

Uncle Wu and Xiantai distanced themselves tacitly, watching the Jianmu grow continuously.

Until the hundred-foot-tall Jianmu soared into the sky.

Wash away the cloud.

The remaining half is still under the clouds.

The huge weird mother below also appeared.

Jianmu is still rising.

Seeing this, even Uncle Wu, who claimed to be an inexhaustible plan, began to tremble in his heart.

The fairy fetus could no longer hold back.

He flew up.

Then a hand appeared and pinched him tightly.

The fairy fetus is struggling.

Bergamot did not give him any possibility to struggle.

"This time, can you leave through Beidou?"

someone asked.

The pupils of the fairy fetus shrank slightly, and then was crushed into pieces by "paji".

The bergamot turned his hands, and the flesh and blood fell.

Immortal fetus, just died like this?

The giant green tara opened its eyes.

Uncle Wu looked up at the terrifying Green Tara, and then saw Green Tara's head rotated 180 degrees, revealing the old monk on the back of his head!
The old monk made a sound as clear as a yellow and green bell.

"Tara Maha."

"Tara Mahasa."

He has a merciful face, but no merciful face can be seen from his expression.

The god statue with two arms grew two arms again.

This time, these upper arms are all human faces.

That was the face of all the monks in Tara Maha.

They made a sound in unison.

"Tara Maha."

"Maha Mahasa."

Every face made a sound with joy, and Jianmu began to change on their heads.

Those building trees began to turn into a lotus platform.

The upper part of the lotus platform is hidden in the dark clouds.

Only the second half, under the thundercloud.

On this lotus platform.

A certain kind of change that is difficult for ordinary people to understand has taken place.

There are thousands of flowers and ten thousand stamens.

Among the countless stamens, the thick mouthparts, like a hundred-year-old tree, hang down from the dark clouds and ruthlessly plunge into the ground.

After opening the place where the lotus seeds were supposed to be bred, the wasp that was taller than a human flew out.

It smashed the sky and covered the earth and covered it on the ground.

The land began to crumble gradually.

What is hidden under the land is also revealed.

After so many years in the fairy fetus, all the treasures left behind were discovered, and the whole Dora Maha finally collapsed, showing its true appearance.

A broken island.

Not far from it, is a real inhabited island.

Islands of Brahman State.

The dark clouds began to spread, drifting towards Brahman State at a terrifying speed.

It enveloped the islands of Brahman State.

More mouthparts fell from the sky and got into the human body.

　Tomorrow (today) the game part of this volume will end, and the reality part will end as soon as possible, and I will enter the Northwest Evocation volume, write about evocation, shadow puppets, praying for rain and worshiping Buddha, etc.

　　The writing of this volume is rotten and tormented, Xie didn’t write it, and Nanyang didn’t write it

　　Should not temporarily change the copy...

　　
　
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