Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 300 Brothers are dead, I am the only one
With one finger, break the clouds and curb the waves.

Lin Feng saw Ji Daoren finally handed out his finger, and several low-level tricksters blocked the road and were pointed to death.

The sound of thunder poured in, and a "crackling" sound came from Ji Daoren's body.

This is also the so-called "Tiger Leopard Thunder".

The sound of bone roaring was overwhelming.

Lishan's old mother, or a certain Lishan's old mother, she didn't see Ji Daoren, because after Ji Daoren appeared, there was a trickster who pounced on him, and smashed the tricky guy who blocked the way with his finger.

Ji Daoren made a move, but did not hurt the Lord, and Ji Daoren was a little bit embarrassed about this.

"Is that the only way? After all, I can't catch up with Master Wang."

He looked a little regretful, he didn't look at his younger generation again, a few lamps were burned out, and he was about to die.

Human strength is exhausted, he thought of this sentence.

The lights should have been higher.

It's a pity that later, the lights were not pure, what he wanted was the incense of the descendants of the Taoist temple.

Now these fireworks, except for the first few, the rest are useless.

If he swallowed those lights, he would become the slave of Li Shan's old mother.

Even if he was between life and death, he just used the alchemist's survival method to divide his soul and body into two parts.

He refused to use the method used by Lishan's mother.

'Although I'm timid and stubborn, I only hurt myself and don't want to hurt others in my life, so I have a clear conscience. '

Like the wind blowing sand.

The blow didn't work, he gradually disappeared, Lin Feng watched the scene, he didn't have time to sigh, he pulled the firecracker with his backhand, smashing Ji Daoren's corpse demon body into pieces.

Determined that he would not be resurrected again, Lin Feng suddenly turned into a gust of wind and rushed out of here.

After realizing that this was an abandoned kiln factory, Lin Feng had a bold idea, but at this moment, he saw the bronze shards flying outside, and knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Turned into gluttonous, feasting.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Feng hugged the exploding tricksters and swallowed the bronze fragments in their bodies. Not only that, taking advantage of the chaos, Lin Feng turned into flesh and blood to worship the bell.

Regardless of friend or foe, he beat the clock in the sky fiercely.

"Boom".

"Boom".

"Boom".

After a few thumps, the evil wind blew in the darkness, and those iron-crown Taoists who were as light as straws, like plastic bags blown in the wind, waved their axes at Lin Feng, the blood on them Breath, shot into a wave after wave.

Dancing with the wind.

On the axe, there are wind patterns everywhere.

It symbolizes that this is the sacrificial tool of the God of the North Wind. Just as Lin Feng was eating, he saw the Iron Crown Taoist farthest away, and they lit a bonfire.

The eyes of these people are unscrupulous.

Deep and hateful.

The wind blew over, bringing the smell of wormwood, and these Iron Crown Taoists kept throwing light green balls into the bonfire.

It is divination.

These Iron Crown Taoists are divination.

Performing one of the oldest sacrificial rites, used to communicate with ancient gods.

And looked at the dead, cut open sacrifice next to him.

This is divination in the Yin and Shang Dynasties.

Treat people as livestock.

Seeing this, Lin Feng looked at these people in an orderly manner. This was the first time he had seen such a situation.

do not know why.

There was a deep meaning behind him.

He knew that the gods of Yin and Shang had been forgotten.

So, what are they divining?
What are they trying to communicate?
A disturbing chill came out from Lin Feng's back, he glanced at the "Mother Lishan" in the sky, and decisively chose a tactic.

Collapse, sell, withdraw, slip.

Lin Feng didn't know what they were divining, but this ancient communication consciousness, a communication ritual that should have disappeared in history, appeared here, which made Lin Feng aware of the deep malice.

He turned into a wind again and disappeared.

Before leaving, Lin Feng also wrapped up everyone below. Considering that he couldn't escape, he chose to enter Huangliang Realm.

His choice was right.

Lin Feng didn't know what happened or what he saw.

He led people into the Huangliang Realm, and after that, he felt a wail!
It was the voice of "Old Mother of Lishan".

Malicious, Lin Feng looked back, both eyes were bleeding, but his third eye was opened.

The third eye faithfully records everything.

He saw a time and space different from what normal people said, and he understood everything.

Then his head exploded!
He understood what he saw.

He also knows what can be seen with the Aura Eye.

But his hardware—the qi observation eye fished out of the Yellow River can see the situation, but his processor—the brain, can't understand these things.

His head exploded.

It was as if ten thousand hot iron rods were stirring in his soul.

He also didn't know what happened.

Death is quick and pain free.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself on the ground with all his beard and tail.

Even the soul is the same.

Lin Feng glanced up. On his back, there was a tie that was connected to the strange mother above.

On his body, a large amount of bronze is attached to his body.

The divine card in the distance also seems to have undergone some changes, but the biggest change is.

Lin Feng is only about ten years old now, the size of a malnourished child.

"I'm one, and I'm also Wan. Lishan's old mother is playing with the swarm, right?"

Lin Feng suddenly understood how Li Shan's mother did it.

Bronze can devour each other because the "source" doesn't care, the source is the "mother".

The "mother" doesn't care how the child swallows it, because no matter how it is swallowed, the "child" will eventually return to the "mother's body".

This is one of the secrets of the longevity of the old mother of Lishan.

Lin Feng didn't know the rest of the secrets either.

But thinking of the scene he saw, he touched his forehead, the third eye on his forehead, and two more seals on it.

I don't know the first floor, is it Lishan's mother?
The other layer turned out to be his own.

There was still a faint smell of wormwood in the air. Lin Feng fell aside, and there were still bones left in the campfire.

This is the trace left by this divination.

Lin Feng looked at this object, and when he lowered his head, he saw the magical artifacts on his body, counted them, twelve bronze magical artifacts.

It's fourteen now?
He was connected with Mother Sly, and he could even follow Mother Sly's eyes to look into the distance, only to realize that Mother Sly was now in a state of "no owner".

There is no soul consciousness in its body.

And in her spirit body, roughly in the heart, wraps a—what is this, a corpse?
Lin Feng wanted to go over, but he didn't go there yet. A wave of attraction came over, and Lin Feng's body was sucked over, and fell directly into the "heart" of the strange mother.

He collided with the corpse with a "bang".

The corpse opened its eyes.

They looked at each other with Lin Feng.

Lin Feng smiled awkwardly.

It's broken.

What kind of situation is this?Just out of the tiger's den, and into the devil's den?
(End of this chapter)