Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 171 Make a nest? (3.2k)

The old Taoist was surprised to see that the screen wall in front of him gradually went out, and the dancing witch inside gradually disappeared.

Screen wall, return to darkness.

He fell heavily to the ground, almost all the bones in his body were broken.

But even so, the powerful thoughts still supported him to get up from the ground, dragging a bloodstain behind him, like a bloody mop.

Drag it to Lin Feng.

No matter what, he must protect the young man, walk out of this evil place in front of him, and pass on the news.

There is a trace of haze in the heart of the old Taoist priest-the big secret about Buddhism and Taoism.

He knew that these people were not as powerful as he had imagined.

More than ten years ago, the lamas from the capital, holding the emperor's law, no matter who they were, had to follow them to the capital to "pray for disasters and blessings". Take away, missing.After several years, at night, they came back.

He still remembered that night, someone said that everyone's grand uncle and Gao Gong had returned, but after returning, the mountaintop hall was firmly closed.

The old Taoist could hear the sound of mantras coming down from the mountain.

Very strange.

No one even came out to explain.

Since then, every night, the Emperor Bell of the Great Hall on the top of the mountain swaggered.

Since then, he has not seen the masters and uncles, not only them, but also other Taoist temples and temples.

Since then, they have never recovered.

The mages who have gone out have avoided visitors and disappeared after returning.

After this incident, almost three months later, the lama came again.

This time, they led troops up the mountain, and each sect continued to send out people, but this time, none of the people who sent out came back.

They ask every year, but the questions seem to be in vain, and no one responds.

Thinking about it deeply makes people feel cold all over.

So, don't look at everyone's magnificent appearance now, but in fact, most of them are empty inside, and there are not many people who even support the facade.

If someone replaces them and enters the altar.

Just thinking about it made him shudder.

Under such fear, he mustered up his strength again and wanted to get up from the ground, but no one expected that just as soon as he moved, he saw "strange bones" in the young man in front of him!
A bone that shouldn't appear here ruthlessly pierced into the body of the person in front of him, tenaciously taking root and growing.

"not good!"

His pupils shrank, and he immediately reached out to grab it, wanting to take out the strange bone!

Accepting the "Lord God" and being taken away are two situations.

The former is a method of control.

The latter loses autonomy and completely becomes a puppet.

The old Taoist desperately wanted to grab the weird bone and pull it away, but Lin Feng took a deep breath and woke up as if he just came back to his senses.

He lowered his head and saw the "bloody hands" grasping his bones, ignored the weird bones growing on his body, and carried the old Taoist on his back with his backhand, running wildly for his life.

When Wang Yangzeguo outside saw Lin Feng, he all backed away to make way for him.

Lin Feng didn't have time to say a word.

Nothing to say, nothing to say, nothing to say.

Probably because of this, it is not the real [Shengxian Village] at all.

The real [Shengxian Village] is still deep in the mountains in western Hunan, sealed by the Yin-Yang Dajiao.

If he guessed correctly, the Yin-Yang Dajiao more than ten years ago completely suppressed [Shengxian Village] and succeeded.

There is no reason why the imperial court spent so much manpower and material resources on the big ceremony, and the seal will become invalid after a few years.

Where he is, is a mausoleum.

The reason why it is called [Shengxian Village] is because the owner of the tomb wanted to become a fairy, so he built [Shengxian Village].

The method of borrowing luck.

At the same time, Lin Feng was also "in a dream" and understood one thing.

That is [Shengxian Village], which was discovered in the Song Dynasty, but it did not appear in the Song Dynasty.At least in the Tang Dynasty, some people knew the legend of [Shengxian Village], and created a [Shengxian Village] by themselves, hoping to become immortal.

But they all obviously underestimated the horror of [Shengxian Village].

Fengshui warlocks and Guanqi mages use their own methods to turn [Shengxian Village] into several uses. Unfortunately, as long as there is still a name for this thing, it is impossible to be completely sealed. .

That's the case with the name, let alone the rest.

This imitation [Shengxian Village] attracted some unspeakable things from the real [Shengxian Village], just like the "Wuxian" who was buried, he only came over with a trace of real spirit bones, and wanted to escape go out.

As long as you take this real spirit bone out, it can give birth to a new life.

A hundred-footed worm, dead but not stiff.

Witches like them, as long as they are given a little chance, they will come back to life.

Only forgetting is the real killing move.

Fortunately, the real [Shengxian Village] was forcibly suppressed, and projections can also cast such weak people out.

Otherwise, if [Shengxian Village] really appears, no one of the big guys should retreat completely, maybe something will happen even if it is a great marriage between yin and yang.

He grabbed the old Taoist priest, carried him on his shoulders, and ran outside. He took away the "strange bone" for the funeral, and soon someone would come after him.

Whether it is a spirit or not, he does not know, but it must be terrifying enough.

He felt the strange pain, and then looked at the darkness in the distance, and ran wildly.

The reason why he survived was because [Wu Xian] wanted to go out from here. In [Shengxian Village], he could no longer get any benefits. [Wu Xian] felt the power of the same witch in his body, And [Wuxian] warned him that this place is full of various spells.

This is the mausoleum.

One wrong step and you will die.

Unless he touched the main tomb of the tomb owner's tomb, he could get the real treasure.

But there are some things that cannot be achieved by luck.

For example, the main tomb.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng glanced at the Taoist priest and saw that the Taoist priest was enduring severe pain and wanted to send him out.

Lin Feng: "After you go out, pass on the news, but do you have any tokens or secret words? Otherwise, I have nothing to prove."

While running, Lin Feng said, "It's better not to be a token, but a secret word."

Keepsakes are not easy to take.

The old Taoist priest was silent for a while, and with trembling fingers, he wrote a talisman on his arm.

"The token."

Lin Feng nodded, glanced at the strange bone that had been buried in his body, and apologized.

In the puzzlement of the old Taoist priest and Guigu.

He stabbed himself.

Ruthless.

Heads are falling off!
Blood splattered, and even the majestic black shadow in the shadow wall behind did not expect that this daring person would commit suicide!

Yingbi's actions also alarmed the tomb guards inside.

Under the "squeaky" and "squeaky" rolling logs, a stone statue covered by a white cloth was slowly driving towards this side.

Worship.

Prayer to the Three Jewels.

……

Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes wide and took off the gaming helmet.

The eight hour cooling time is up.

He fell down flat, and beside him, the demon-binding rope was like a living snake, circling around it.

Bin Yaosuo, he is well-natured.

Lin Feng lay flat on the ground, knowing that Fukou was over.

It's time to go to Nanyang.

To promote evil, Fukou is evil enough, Nanyang must not be more evil.

He couldn't bear it.

There is no need for further research in Fukou.

He pulled the notebook away from him.

Turned to a page and started writing and drawing.

【World View Supplement】

[1. Time: During the Xianfeng period, the surface was harmonious, yin and yang were out of balance, and the Fa-rectification seemed to be at a disadvantage, and there were no traces of gods and immortals-from the Ming Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, something must have happened, causing high-level masters to lose a lot 】

[2. Location: Fukou (abandoned) Ligera Island (to be explored)]

[3. Mission clues: Enemies touched by the Li family: Remnants of the pre-Qin era (can be ignored, just run out of land)

Uncle Wu, one of the objectives of the mission: Is he alive (Lin Feng put a question mark, be more serious)
Survival in [-] days: Where is the danger of the fifth uncle (Is it my fifth uncle, why did he kill me, what kind of person is he, why do people in the family go to his island? What is the purpose)
Rigera: (A place that doesn't exist, is it alive?)

Survival of the son: (Does "I" count as being alive? Besides me, do you want "Uncle Wu" to live? Isn't Uncle Wu the enemy?)]

After finishing all this, Lin Feng put the notebook aside. This trip to Fukou has yielded a lot, at least he has gained a new understanding of the essence of [Shengxian Village].

He didn't write down [Shengxian Village], and writing down [Shengxian Village] is a kind of "pollution" in itself.

Then he pulled out another piece of paper and wrote his harvest on it.

[Sword Talisman: Breaking the Army]

[Functions and effects of the land staff]

[Advanced possibility, creation of Yinshen, further possibility of Yinshen (Shangjing Iori)】

【network】

【Several True Spirits】

……

There are also some random things.

"It's not a loss at all. It can be repaired and repaired, and it can also be used as a copy of the game."

Lin Feng picked up the [Old Qu's Carving Knife] at hand, and planned to look for a piece of wood outside, and try to see if he could carve the charm of "Guan Di Ye".

Who knows when the door is opened.

Lin Feng frowned slightly.

In front of his eyes was an ancient illusion. Lin Feng lowered his head to look at it, and patted his head in some puzzlement.

Then I saw a woman walking by.

Lin Feng was puzzled.

"He doesn't know that I have a spell in my hand?
Have you always been this brave? "

Looking at the scene in front of him, he picked up [Lao Qu's carving knife].

[Sword Talisman: Breaking the Army].

A beam of sword energy descended!

It's not far from Lin Feng's residence.

Li Jianfeng held a steaming cup of green tea in his hand, blew on the tea leaves, and took a sip.

Quite elegant, exactly the same as his uncles' beastly clothes.

Worthy of being a family.

He looked at the mansion not far away, slightly puzzled.

"Wutong Immortal, why did you suddenly find an outsider? Could it be that this outsider is also involved with Wutong Immortal?

The world is changing so fast! "

Li Jianfeng talked to himself, elegant and confident, and he was sure of winning.

He reached out and took out his gold pocket watch, and glanced at the time.

He was holding a cup, which should have been given by a certain event, with the words [Guanshan Kiln Cultural Festival] written on it.

A big logo.

"If it's interesting, you might as well take a look."

He shook his head again, blowing on the tea leaves in front of him, and then saw the gate of the courtyard in the distance open, and a young man came out with a carving knife in his hand and a wooden board in the other.

The two bumped into each other.

Li Jianfeng was stunned for a moment, not understanding how this young man could walk out unscathed.

The young man also raised his hand in confusion, and said to himself: "It's really strange, did I use corn to make nests here?

Why do the fish run towards me wave after wave? "

While talking, Lin Feng moved his hands down.

【Network】.

The eighth-grade net, invisible filaments, ruthlessly plunged into Li Jianfeng's body!

(End of this chapter)