Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Brother Ning Ling rushed in, taking advantage of his lonely courage, kicked open the door.

Inside were dancers and Li Yuanhao who was drunk. The dancers screamed. Li Yuanhao opened his eyes in a daze. The large amount of alcohol completely anesthetized his nerves.

Make him unresponsive.

Lin Feng was very calm, it was four o'clock in the morning.

They went all the way without a break, almost a dozen horses ran to death, Dian's internal organs were all loose, and they came here without a break all night.

Correspondingly, Li Yuanhao was not much better. He drank for almost half the night and became a soft-legged shrimp.

If Brother Ning Ling still couldn't kill Li Yuanhao under such circumstances, then he deserved to die.

The soldiers outside felt that something was wrong. They saw Brother Ning Ling entering the palace with a sword, and immediately rushed forward. Some people grabbed the horn in their hand and wanted to blow it to call the soldiers.

Lin Feng pointed and killed the person holding the horn.

Ye Lilang brandished a long knife ferociously, blocking the gate of the palace, while Lin Feng stood still, punching anyone who came over with one punch, one by one, one by one, two by one.

People in armor and people without armor are the same in front of him, and they are treated equally.

Lin Feng's hands are blunt weapons.

Wearing armor has no effect.

But Nori Langlie was not so lucky, he was alone after all.

Soon, Nori Langlie was chopped into several pieces, and his long knife had little effect on armored soldiers.

The smell of blood was tangy, and there were only two living people left here.

Standing Lin Feng.

Jiang Quan fell to the ground.

There are also soldiers that keep coming, like a tide.

Lin Feng was not in a hurry, he knew that Li Yuanhao would die.

The real crisis is yet to come.

He really asked everyone to travel thousands of miles to Bianliang, Tokyo, and the magic weapon created must have his uses.

Suppress, kill, and then wait for change.

After he learned that Lin Youzhi's identity was flesh and blood.

He knew that if he replaced Lin Youzhi, Lin Youzhi escaped death.

If I don't replace Lin Youzhi, Lin Youzhi will become meat sauce!

He tried to find a way to get Lin Youzhi back alive, but at least his old wife was waiting for him at home.

And outside, the people who were numbered together finally rushed over.

There were seventeen of them when they came out, but now there are only seven of them.

Except for the national teacher, the rest of the people are a little bit out of energy.

And Hao Jin turned over and dismounted, his lips had long been cracked, and blood was everywhere.

He held a token and opened the way ahead—his carrier pigeon was eaten by raptors on the way. As for the people blocking the way, they didn’t play any role. Seeing that victory was imminent, he shouted hoarsely: “It’s urgent! Get out of the way, I want to see the emperor!"

After checking the token, he let it go, and the spirit of Hao Jin supported him to move on. He signaled the rest of the people to wait outside, and he led the national teacher into the palace.

The national teacher followed behind Binghao Tongjin unhurriedly, feeling the changes between the world and the earth.

At this moment, he finally showed a look of joy.

To be done!
Bing Hao's ears suddenly moved slightly, and he reacted and turned his head.

Because at this time, the national teacher did not hide his expression at all. His expression was the satisfaction of the old glutton after eating, and the relief after holding back his urine and letting him go.

He also let out a pleasant "ah".

Binghao turned his head and looked at the national teacher, as if looking at a stranger.

"Did you do it?"

He figured out what happened in an instant, without any associative logic. As an iron kite who focused on the intelligence line, some things had already been engraved into his instinct.

It has become the same feeling as eating and sleeping!

He believed in feeling more than in logic, so he just glanced at the national teacher and knew that there must be something wrong with the national teacher, and even this matter was all from his instruction!

Thinking of this, Bing Hao's blood became cold.

My lord, great danger!
Hearing the words, the "National Teacher" put his hands in his sleeves, smiled slightly, and said, "I didn't do it, but if you go against the sky, you will be punished by heaven after all. destined!
Why did you run to the funeral? "

"brute!"

Bing Hao is one of the few people who does not need to disarm Li Yuanhao when he sees him.

He drew his sword to face each other, but was easily killed by the "National Teacher".

Kill with one palm.

The few people who followed were easily killed by the national teacher. After getting rid of these people, the "national teacher" continued to walk in, and all the guards on the way were easily killed by him. Strength, there is no martial arts, no skills, only strength and ruthlessness.

His ears could hear many voices that others couldn't hear. He heard Li Yuanhao's exclamation and the sound of a sharp knife piercing his flesh. The "National Teacher" showed a satisfied look.

"Very well, this fool is finally dead."

He shook his sleeves, his whole body was gradually shrouded in darkness, and he walked forward.

But just as he walked to the front of the hall like this, he stopped.

Because he was found out.

He was standing not far away, and his whole body was revealed from the darkness.

In front of him, someone was holding a twelve-sided dice, looking at him like that.

Lin Feng stood guard at the door.

"Historist?"

The "National Teacher" spoke first, and he seemed quite surprised that there would be a historian here.

He glanced at Lin Feng and said, "A free historian?"

Lin Feng was waiting for the end of the second act of the game, and he also heard the voice inside. If he guessed correctly, Li Yuanhao's nose should have been cut off by Brother Ning Ling, and there was the sound of running away, Brother Ning Ling was full of anger When I saw my father with blood all over his face.

He was gutted.

He is wet!
Li Yuanhao is not dead, he is wailing.

His nose had been chopped off, and the blood was flowing, and the dancers fled in all directions, not trying to help him stop the bleeding.

People are dying.

Li Yuanhao roared incompetently, but neither Lin Feng outside nor the "National Teacher" at the door had any intention of helping Li Yuanhao.

They were all waiting for the death of the hero, and they were chatting.

"Free historian? Free?"

Lin Feng chewed on the monk's words, he stared at the person in front of him and said, "Old nobleman?"

"National teacher" didn't speak, he glanced outside and said: "You are about to die, although I don't know how you escaped from our grasp, but I am waiting to take your eyes."

"I want these eyes of yours."

"National teacher" showed his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, the "historian" in front of him disappeared, and the speed was so fast that even the "National Teacher" in front of him was shocked!
His speed is definitely not as fast as the "historian" in front of him, he can't keep up with Lin Feng at all.

This time, Lin Feng didn't use punches, his fingers were like the tip of a sword.

He used swordsmanship.

Use it as you like, the sword is like a dragon.

point.

point.

point!
Every time he hits, a lot of blood will be brought out. The "National Master" is not Lin Feng's opponent at all. Whether it is fighting consciousness or fighting instinct, he is completely crushed by Lin Feng. Every move, every style of Lin Feng is a punch I'm going to die.

His shots are precisely in every weak point of the human body.

After a few strikes, problems appeared all over the "National Teacher"'s whole body. The extraordinary meridians and all the important organs were easily shattered. If it was a person, he should have died long ago.

It's a pity that he is not human, he was beaten out of the prototype.

His whole body turned into darkness, and that wriggling darkness was his original appearance.

Darkness is still talking.

"You are strong."

He was still in the mood to comment on Lin Feng and said: "You are very strong, but you are still not our opponent. If he comes, you will all die.

I am waiting for the body to be collected. "

Darkness said: "Brother Ning Ling, who has a magic weapon that can suppress everything, is now leaving here with that coward.

When the magic weapon runs away and he comes, you can die. "

Lin Feng had actually seen it a long time ago. As Li Yuanhao's aura decayed, the thick "veins" he had seen in the sky began to shrink extremely.

"got windy."

Lin Feng said, "I'm curious, since you are so powerful, why are you afraid of the historian?"

"I am afraid!"

The darkness is a little disdainful.

Lin Feng said: "I usually don't talk much to my prey."

Lin Feng's words killed the game,

He noticed the change in the wind, which was completely different from his wind, and these winds blew over, forming a black storm.

Covering the sky and covering the sky, blowing so that the surrounding spells began to writhe uncomfortably.

Before coming, Lin Feng had seen these spells, and even some prayer flags. There should be some reasons for the appearance of these things with obvious repressive meaning.

At this moment, these winds blew on these talismans, and the suppressed aura on these talismans disappeared.

Instantly became tattered.

"Kachacha".

The strong wind seemed to have broken a certain magic pole, and the entire palace began to fly away, making it difficult to distinguish.

There is "will" in the wind.

The "meaning" is like a person, goose bumps are about to appear on Lin Feng's arms.

In the sky, the moon and stars were scarce, but the Venus could still be seen.

But after the wind blew, the dark clouds in the sky quickly covered the sky.

In the strong wind, pairs of scarlet eyes looked at this place, crackling, and the earth began to fall from the sky.

The shocking earthy smell, mixed with the wind rushed over from here, made Lin Feng feel like vomiting.

Even if Lin Feng was like this, let alone the rest of the soldiers, the rest of the soldiers knelt on the ground and began to vomit.

At the beginning, there was still nothing digested in the stomach, but then, the things they spit out became rarer, bile, stomach acid, and then organs.

It's like spitting sand.

The magic weapon made by Da Song is really worth the money. Even if a certain existence is angered, the magic weapon on Brother Ning Ling is still protecting him, but this kind of protection will not be available when Brother Ning Ling leaves. is gradually leaving.

Li Yuanhao's wailing gradually subsided, his nose was cut off, and blood spattered, probably unable to stop the bleeding, he was dying.

On the verge of dying.

In a daze, Lin Feng saw something in the wind in the distance. In the wind in the distance, there were strange stone figurines up and down. These stone figurines were different from the three-eyed stone figurines that Lin Feng had seen.

They are alive.

Gloomy and damp.

There was a sound coming from the wind, it was faint and inaudible at first, but soon, Lin Feng saw someone rushing towards here.

Someone rushed over from a distance, Lin Feng glanced roughly, there were three groups of people.

Monks Taoists and wizards.

They saw corpses all over the place, and their faces turned pale as they heard the wailing inside gradually weaken.

"It's over, it's over, disaster is imminent."

Disaster is imminent, these three groups of people seem to have no intention of avenging their Majesty, their faces are ashen, panic like bereaved dogs, they just want to leave here.

These three groups of people are all knowledgeable, and the many metaphysical methods here may be their handwriting. At this moment, these people are "difficult for a doctor to heal himself".

There was a voice in the wind, and a monk agreed, and then, with a look of despair on his face, a huge hand appeared from the wind and grabbed it back!
The man disappeared into the wind without even a scream, and there was no further movement.

see.

The rest were even more frightened.

Lin Feng kindly pointed to the direction where Brother Ning Ling left, and said to them: "Run there, there should be a way out."

"Thank you, thank you."

The Taoist priest, sorcerer and monk couldn't stop thanking Lin Feng, and then ran towards that side. Before the Uighur monk left, he stuffed a Buddhist scripture into Lin Feng's hand.

"Run too! There's an evil dragon being suppressed here, if it comes out, you and I will die here!"

This time the Uighur monk said, Lin Feng shrugged his shoulders, and within a few moments of movement, a large number of soldiers lay on the ground again, vomited themselves to death, and Lin Feng's heart palpitations reached their peak.

This moment, this thing can really kill him.

In the soil above and below the sky, someone is calling his name, and the name of the darkness beside him.

"Lin Youzhi."

"Lin Youzhi."

"Lin Youzhi..."

There is a special magical power in every voice, Lin Feng doesn't care, he is just curious about the guy in front of him, to see what kind of situation he is like.

Because he could see very clearly, this guy who was in darkness before his eyes and had super strong malice towards the historian, he was also affected by this wind, and it was also "vomiting".

It's just that he, or what it vomits out, is somewhat "unspeakable".

What he spit out is "black oil", and these things fall on the ground, and its vitality is constantly weakening.

The name sounded, and this piece of "black" began to change drastically, as if it was going to become an eye.

And at this moment, the ground began to vibrate, as if the earth dragon turned over.

"You are not the real body, you should wait for your real body to come and find me."

It's time for Lin Feng.

As soon as he flicked his finger, the wind was like an arrow, and he fell into the hall.

Then the whole person rose and fell, flames spewed out, and the newly refined flames fell on the "black".

"I'm waiting for a CD, what are you waiting for?"

Just now, he had left himself outside the "Forbidden Demon Domain", and for an instant, he felt that he was facing the turbulent intent of death.

The moment he was exposed to the wind, Lin Feng glanced at his arm.

On his arm, there was an extra mark.

[Detected the monarch of Xixia, Li Yuanhao has died]

【You completed the task】

【No hidden secret】

【Second Act: Assassin King Kills】

[Please cooperate with Brother Ning Ling to kill Li Yuanhao, the monarch of Xixia, tonight]

[Completion Reward: Thanks to Huang He Bo]

[The only task: failure, 100 hours cooling time]