Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

【Are you looking for it, Ran Yiyu? 】

Ran Yiyu?
What does this matter have to do with Ran Yiyu?
Lin Feng checked Ran Yiyu for a long time, but to no avail. He sat down cross-legged. He had actually thought of something.

But isolated evidence does not stand.

Even if he knew about it, it would have no effect on him.

Lin Feng grabbed [Lao Qu's carving knife] and sat here cross-legged, carefully carving the mask in his hand. He was not in a hurry to refine it, because it was destined to be a very long process.

It may be based on a month. In that case, he might as well prepare thoroughly and retreat for several months. Before that, he still needs to complete the work in hand.

While sculpting, there was still a vague echo in his mind. It was a very ancient spell, which came from the shattered slough.

He tried to make these curse sounds, again to no avail.

These sounds strongly violate the structure of the human body.

It still takes some time for Lin Feng to spit it out.

"Dear Fa God."

Wazi Wazi screaming.

He is eating buns.

Do you measure it, why did this gust of wind suddenly come.

Today's tiredness came very quickly, before he got home, he fell asleep in the car.

These weird people who rely on life insects to continuously absorb life essence, they are not alone, they are a group of people.

At the very beginning, the "radio station" contained the burial method and inverted staff. This vein and that vein are talking about the dragon veins in the world. From the dragon veins, there are two forms and four images, looking for dragon acupuncture points, and the latter is the filial piety scriptures.

Since then, more "Masters" have come out, holding rulers and making louder voices.

It turned into a severe reprimand!

He pressed down hard towards Lin Feng!
"Those who rely on power suddenly meet a real opponent. Those who rely on power suddenly meet a big enemy. People can't expect it."

After cursing for courage, the driver turned off the radio.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the turned off radio station started working again. The sudden sound caused the driver to flick his tail. He wanted to get out of the car, but suddenly stopped. He looked at the surrounding scenes and shuddered.

"Good stuff, I'll make a few more next time, God likes it very much."

Lin Feng: "..."

"There are vehicles on Tianming Road and Thanksgiving Road ahead..."

The driver was in a daze. He suddenly forgot who he was carrying. He vaguely remembered that the person he was carrying should be his mother?

He hastily recited a few words of Amitabha, and then spat.

Lin Feng picked up his magic sword, Hengjiang Duanwu!

Sadly, it looks like someone banged their own head on this.

After a while, footsteps were heard in the woods outside, and a group of scholars came out.

"So it was the voice?"

【Inverted stick for rapid pulse】

Turning his head again, the tall "Master" had already arrived beside him.

No need to rely on anyone's strength.

The driver slammed backwards.

What he wanted was his own breath, he knelt down, he was out of breath, and this group of weirdos could suck all the energy out of his whole body in an instant.

[It means that within the four seas, each will sacrifice according to his position]

Fear fell like delicious cooking smoke into the surrounding nothingness.

After passing the "burial method and inverted stick", these "five-handed immortals" opened the way to the Huangliang Realm.

Their voices began to become strange, and in the end, there was even a strange noisy noise.

Somewhat curious, I don't know how this station is like this.

the other side.

Then go home.

Potholes.

"Have some collector's editions."

Lin Feng said, his voice fell out, was torn into pieces by the wind, and mixed together again to form a new voice. As for his face, Li Gao couldn't remember it even when he saw it.

They seem like zombies.

Here's today's tribute.

A stroke appeared, and at the same time, Lin Feng saw his own [mou] sound, which also blessed him.

It's similar to "fighting with guns and tongues", but Lin Feng is very clear that the purpose of suppressing him is not the purpose of these strange things, but the purpose of these strange things is to make him kneel down.

Their joints are stiff and rigid.

This time, the driver gasped a little, and felt cold incense ash stuffed into his mouth and nostrils.

He witnessed the whole process, and he was also the one who reconnected with the connection between "Wutong Immortal" and Li Gao.

Make him cough.

"Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, your mother's size! Old Chinese doctor!"

Gathered into a torrent.

After cleaning the second floor, Li Gao sincerely brought three sticks of incense sticks, and the three electronic sticks of incense flashed and flashed, while the electronic wooden fish kept "clang, clang, clang" beside him, accumulating merits, and he also brought many "wives" to the statue Two rows of figures are placed in front of Fa God.

"The son of heaven values ​​heroes, and articles teach you. Everything is inferior, but reading is superior!"

He was still in a daze until the person he was talking to walked out, and the trees gradually disappeared as he walked, revealing the "academy" behind.

There is no moonlight, no street lights, but it is strange to be able to see the surrounding scenes clearly.

"You know what's wrong?"

The eyes are dark.

Duh, uh, ha.

Lin Feng waved his finger down, and a thin gap opened on the stone steps not far away.

"Knowledgeable, earnestly ask Jinsi, this horoscope is the time to put your mind at ease, maybe you understand?"

When he can connect other people's severed arms and even the nerve endings intact, he will be able to skillfully use "Infernal Affairs", which can destroy and regenerate.

Integrating Wujian into swordsmanship is a qualitative leap.

He opened the door of the vehicle and put the painted skin on Li Gao.

That sword.

This "Master" could not rest in peace, his aura was cut in two, Lin Feng was a little dissatisfied looking at his "uninterrupted".

His hands trembled again in fright.

Just a life bug.

For the human brain, a little manipulation.

There are also two expensive hand-made items on the left and right. The entire second floor of the apartment is full of a modern and ancient post-modern shrine feeling, with neon lights flashing.

"Stab", "stab", "stab".

A group of corpses with livid faces, with corpse curtains hanging on their faces, came out numbly. They had picture scrolls in their hands, with a decaying smell.

Because he didn't cut open the stone steps, the aura inside is still implicated.

[The pulse is very urgent, and the dragon is empty and sticks to the sun, like a drop of a pen hanging from a pen]

【da】

For example, when Mount Tai is pressing down on the top, Lin Feng's back is pressed violently, this is the so-called "the accusation of thousands of people ends without a problem".

In the traffic radio station, the voices of the female host with a sweet voice and the male host with a magnetic voice began to distort.

"Peace and peace."

It is not so much an academy, but rather a tomb. Next to the dilapidated archway, there is an engraved inscription "Everything is inferior" and "Only reading is high".

……

[There is nothing greater than filial piety in human behavior]

【Fengdu Sutra of Cursing Ghosts】

Lin Feng took the painted skin off his body.

Is this what you were asked to take away?

"Srm ah."

[The pulse is very urgent, so I cover it and say it shrinks]

"Happy water must be sweetened."

The eerie song and the strange bgm came out from the radio station, which made the driver tremble.

He can be sure that he has never seen this road before. The surrounding high-rise buildings have disappeared, and what remains here is an unbuilt dirt road.

Among these people was a "Master".

Hands together.

Listening to the words on the radio, the driver uttered a few words of cursing in Mandarin. He didn't know what it was, but he heard so many pulses and thought it was a pulse. look.

That aging face looked at Lin Feng, and Lin Feng also looked at her, neither of them acted rashly.

Although the surrounding scenes are only three or four meters away.

[In the past, Zhou Gong worshiped Houji in the suburbs to match the sky, and Zong worshiped King Wen in Mingtang to match God]

Surrounded by extremely tall trees, there are no leaves on them-this is extremely rare in Fukou,
"It's crazy, man!"

Li Gao put a small bun on top.

The old face at the back reached out to grab the driver with extreme heartache.

He took a deep breath, thinking that there was still a person sitting behind him, he was a little scared, and wanted to arrest the person behind him, and face the scene in front of him together, then the turned off radio began to chatter.

Several people who followed the master were easily hacked to death. Before leaving, Lin Feng even woke up Li Gao.

The man made the original sound.

Some mechanically touched the back of his head, he sat down in a daze, and the vehicle wanted to continue moving forward.

The taxi driver heard something went wrong with the radio.

Fukou.

Hurting people with fame and fortune.

He was in so much pain that tears came out.

Li Gao: "..."

It is very similar to some people who rely on sorcery. They gathered together and turned into a strange scene. Among them, there may be Confucian scholars, Feng Shui magicians, Taoists who have not found the threshold, and monks.

"The electronic wooden fish is a bit noisy, just add a few more bottles of happy water."

In theory, it was also his item.

The sound died down.

The so-called "master" is an old and knowledgeable person, with a high crown and a belt, and a ruler in his hand.

A slap in the face!

There is no room.

He was just looking for the most correct way of pronunciation, and then pushed down from this way.

【The pulse slows down and falls in the middle, and you use the straight stick to receive it positively, which is called bumping】

He has special recitation skills, which makes his voice extremely high.

Lin Feng switched hands and added a shield to himself.

The little boy left home and the boss returned. He didn't have time to learn his driver's license, so he could only take a taxi.

It doesn't matter whether the sword's edge is sharp or not, as long as the sword's intent is sharp.

A childish voice came from the radio station. For some reason, the voice sounded extremely confusing.

Li Gao was ignorant.

When he can cut off the river, he will truly understand the true meaning of "Infernal Affairs".

He can only comfort himself like this.

He took out the figure in his arms.

Infinite, it has its shape, but it has no quality.

The old face of the car behind looked to the back and saw a person standing behind.

As the wind blows.

Someone carried a dharma sword, stuffed a bun into his mouth, and put away all the figures.

I don't know if he hit something, but the voice on the radio changed again.

One tire is missing.

He wanted to open his eyes, but he was dragged into the sea like a heavy stone.

A large head fell to the ground.

Bull Soul Joy.

An old face appeared in front of him.

It was smeared with brains and black gooey blood.

He has walked the road in front of him countless times, and he is extremely familiar with every plant and tree here.

Hurting with words.

That old-fashioned and strange atmosphere connected to them, forming a layer of blue mist.

The corpse curtain rushed open, revealing the iron-blue face covered with corpse spots.

Fight more and more bravely.

In the ancient and quiet strange village, Lin Feng stubbornly chanted the spell, trying to imitate the most ancient pronunciation. Every pronunciation he made was powerful because he injected "meaning".

This is already the territory of Huangliang Realm.

He wants to do it himself.

With a "bang", his brain hit the car hard.

It's just that they walk on their toes.

Lin Feng drew a circle and said, "Stay inside and don't come out."

The sound that suits him best, some pronunciations, are separated from Sandao, and even some of the oldest syllables before Sandao.

Li Gao has not been idle these days. He has nothing to do and opened a coffee shop. There is a cyber shrine on the first floor and the second floor of the coffee shop. Li Gao was very happy.

On the radio, vernacular has become another language.

He added a [da] sound to himself, put on a shield, and rushed up again.

Every day at the end of the business, he will do the final cleaning and offer incense to Fa God. He doesn't know this form, whether Fa God likes it or not, he probably likes it.

A foul smell came out of his mouth.

A few girls from the coffee shop in maid outfits waved and left. Li Gao cleaned up by himself, and cleaning was not included in the employee's payment.

Is he going to take his mother home?

Their medium is "sound".

As soon as the sword came out, the sword energy merged into the wind without making a sound.

He vaguely felt a kind of crisis, like a cat feeling a crisis and blowing its fur.

As he spoke, his ruler fell off his head!

Use a local accent.

slightly worse.

Press people with power.

The road ahead has changed!

A gust of energy fell from this "Master" onto Lin Feng's body, and Lin Feng's body buzzed, and a wordless pamphlet appeared.

There are also quite a few people who hanged themselves on the archway, and upon looking at them, they can see that their heads are white and their heads are white.

[Filial piety is greater than strict father.A strict father is nothing more than a match for the sky, so is Zhou Gong himself]

The suffocation of the dark silence!
At the same time, several connections appeared, and the incense was curled up. People who were running rampant in this market and walking on the road felt the cool breeze coming from the bottom of their hearts, causing a lot of goosebumps.

He glanced at it and was not satisfied.

But sound the alarm.

In a commercial apartment, at twelve o'clock in the evening, the shop closed.

The mutual suppression of the two forces, Lin Feng's "will", is one against a hundred.

Li Gao just woke up, extremely ignorant, he looked at the figure that appeared in front of him, and subconsciously wanted to reach for it.

Every word of his turned into a thunderous sound, breaking away the camp of these "Masters".

And following his words, he stepped forward with his sword in hand, and as he waved, heads rolled.

The killing was extremely fast and accurate, like a whirlwind.

While killing, he murmured words, and the words he used should be the words here.

What he read again was: "Students must be diligent when they are young, and their articles can stand. All the nobles and nobles in the court are full of scholars."