Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

On the border of Qinsu, a jeep was rickety. Zhou Gongdan found the location of the kiln, consuming a current prince and several alternate princes. In order to find the suppressed kiln, the Xie family also spent a lot of money .

Lin Feng was invited in.

He was so relaxed, squinting his eyes unsteadily, sitting in the jeep, the jeep went up the mountain and swayed on the mountain road.

From Qinchuan, which is [-] miles away, there are many mountain roads, and this road is not very easy to walk.

It doesn't show up on the map.

When turning a big corner, Lin Feng glanced at him with raised eyebrows, which made the two kiln workers in front tremble.

They have a unique sense of fear for this eye, and they don't know why.

The two kiln workers in front were driving, Lin Feng stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes: "I thought you kiln workers should be authentic, you are a fundamentalist, how do you look like this, do you have a driver's license?"

Among the two kiln workers, the one sitting in the co-pilot said: "Yes."

Tsk amazed.

"The place is here."

At this moment, the place they were going to arrived.

He doesn't seem like a person who likes to watch people fight in his own territory, but can't come out by himself.

So the next second he exploded.

But he did not appear, only Taoist Iron Crown appeared. From the beginning to the end, the priests of the Shang Dynasty watched this scene, but he did not appear.

You are indeed extraordinary. "

Speaking of this, the factory manager sighed and said, "The priest of the Shang Dynasty is here."

The factory manager said, "Do you know who we were before?"

It can only be explained that way.

Shaking hands with Lin Feng, the factory manager made a gesture of "Please come inside", and Lin Feng walked in with him. The man sniffed Lin Feng greedily and said, "Why are you here?"

"You know so much, some news, even Xun Yanyu doesn't know, he just knows that we are from Chengtian Temple and workers of the kiln factory, but he doesn't know the relationship between the kiln factory and Chengtian Temple.

Filling a duck ditch is not a big project.

Lin Feng was the first to ask the question, and the factory manager nodded. He looked at Lin Feng, licked his lips, and opened it hopefully.

The Yin God finally reacted.

He understands.

When he broke into Chengtian Temple, someone was actually watching him.

They went up to the small building and came to the office on the third floor. The factory manager asked him to sit down and made tea.

He could see that these people wanted to talk to him for unknown reasons.

He is the savior?

The two breathed a sigh of relief. Lin Feng came down from here with a strange expression on his face.

Inside the picture scroll that he shook off, the people inside were revealed.

The people inside were exposed.

Therefore, the Kingdom of Yin and Shang can still be opened, because there are still sporadic priests left.

Even the human power of ordinary people is possible.

"Save us."

Even in the age without machines, practitioners like Lin Feng can do it.

The door opened, and many people came out. Lin Feng looked at these people and frowned slightly.

At this time, Director Yao finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"I haven't seen you, at least 300 years ago, you shouldn't exist here, what are you?"

In their pupils, there was a vague "desire" that even Lin Feng could not understand.

All the Yin Shang priests he had met were full of martial arts virtues.

Lin Feng said: "I would like to hear the details."

The factory manager showed a secret smile, he returned to his desk, took out a roll of human skin from the desk, the strong breath on this roll of human skin made Lin Feng involuntarily stare at him .

Lin Feng raised his head, and in the sky above him, the Yin God, about seven feet high, stood in the dark and looked at him.

But if you open your mouth, you are the high priest of the Shang Dynasty.

The venom fell drop by drop, and was about to land on Lin Feng's body. Lin Feng restrained his breath very well, and the things here were a little fearless.

We have been waiting for you for a long time, waiting for you for a long time! "

It's a pity that there are no Yellow River elephants and no big birds. "

In everyone's stomach.

Seeing the Yin God, the Yin God will kill.

Faced with such a horrific request for money.

Inside everyone's belly.

Realized that Lin Feng saw him.

He was a priest of the Shang Dynasty.

There was a red light in the factory director's eyes, his saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he said like a madman: "You are here, you are finally here.

Lin Feng still looked at the tea soup and said, "Are you awake?"

The two kiln workers looked at each other.

Lin Feng took out a photo, "Where is the priest of the Shang Dynasty here? Isn't he guarding this place? Why didn't he disappear today?"

There is a place called Yazigou next to the real kiln factory, at least it is a ditch. It and Yazigou are the inside and outside of each other. It is the inside, and the Yazigou is the surface. Even in hundreds of years, vicissitudes may happen .

The time here started to go wrong, the cloudy energy gathered, and the feeling of whispering appeared again.

"Is this the human skin of a priest from the Shang Dynasty?"

Director Yao knelt down with a "boom".

He also didn't know that we had a Shang priest here.

Lin Feng picked up the tea bowl.

The scroll unfolded.

No one speaks.

With one foot on the brake, Lin Feng sat firmly like a mountain. The seven-foot-high Yinshen was much faster than the car in one step. These black liquids, like asphalt, wrapped Lin Feng.

The two people looked at each other and said, try to see if the person inside is still alive.

"How to help?"

It turned into a puddle of kiln soil, everywhere, and after about a minute, he gathered again.

But they can't see, so they can't hurt them.

Lin Feng was very calm. He looked at Director Yao's ugliness and said, "Dude, don't laugh, it's ugly, it's really ugly."

Some femininity appears.

He thought he was going to make a killing, but now it seems.

He pointed to his stomach, then to the stomach of the person next to him, this person, that person, the third person behind, and then, everyone here.

He even held out his hand.

have a driver's license.

In the office, Lin Feng was holding a tea bowl, and the kiln workers around him knelt down in unison.

Director Yao: "..."

He said in a warm voice.

Lin Feng asked straight to the point, these people were silent, after a while, a man wearing a nice shirt came out.

Just like him, it doesn't take much effort to fill a small ditch.

A kiln worker reached out and pulled out his stomach.

Others, they hid.

The factory manager shook his head and said, "No, where do we have the ability to eat the high priest? He told us to eat him, and we ate him. We are all him, and he is us?"

Pretty law-abiding.

What should they do?
Bai brought people here?
The two kiln workers were stunned on the spot. Looking at the iron gate, brick wall, and the four or five-story building in front of them, there was a damn flag-raising platform, and there were some large characters on the white unit number,【 Guanshan Kiln Factory].

Zhou Gongdan who was stronger than him died, and many people remained in the Shang Dynasty. The Zhou Dynasty and the Zhou Dynasty allied forces did not have the strength to kill all the Shang Dynasty people at that time.

【bo】

Lin Feng said thoughtfully, he got out of the car first, the two of them glanced at each other and got out of the car too.

He said, "Have you eaten the high priest?"

Moreover, the priest in the kiln and the priest in the locust tree are not the same person. In Zhou Gongdan's memory, the priest in the Shang Dynasty is even more terrifying.

Lin Feng did not expect things to develop like this.

Two drivers heard his voice.

He begged for a way out.

This is probably not the real location of the kiln.

Director Yao doesn't seem to be obedient.

"As for what we are, let's talk inside."

"Hi, I'm the factory manager here, you can call me the factory manager Yao, that Yao from Nvzhao."

"You are here, you are finally here, hehehehehe."

Lin Feng looked at himself in the picture scroll, and he was sure that this was what he looked like after he entered Chengtian Temple, because there was a shadow of "Thunder" not far from him.

Lin Feng stopped talking, the further he went, the greener the mountains here, Lin Feng said: "I never thought that the mountains here would return to verdant green like it was thousands of years ago.

Surprisingly, they didn't show any "killing intent" to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng shook hands with him. As expected, there was no heartbeat, no pulse, and no pores on his body.

This is, dead?
Could it be that he died so easily?Doesn't it fit the identity he showed earlier?
The kiln workers also know that there are some strange existences around the mountain.

If there are fangs on it.

【bo】

If a person is dead.

The roof seems to have become pure black.

"Look, does this look like a farm?"

When he came, the Shang priest was dying.

They endured great fear and spoke.

The two kiln workers did not speak, but the surroundings were getting darker and darker. Lin Feng looked outside and finally opened his third eye.

From the outside, it is still a decent unit.

A few excavators will suffice.

According to the personalities of the priests of the Shang Dynasty that Lin Feng had seen.

There was a sound like soap bubbles bursting, and suddenly, there was a wave of fluctuations on the Yin God outside!
Lin Feng opened his eyes and looked at Yinshen who was leaving quickly.

In this case.

Some people from the Shang Dynasty surrendered to the Zhou Dynasty and were named vassals.

A kiln worker deafened himself by poking his ear.

One kiln worker had his eyes gouged out.

They are all in excruciating pain.

They said, "Help me, save us."

Lin Feng looked at this group of people like he was looking at a lunatic.