Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 286 The first transformation

Lin Feng is very clear.

What he sees now is his "sealed" memory.

When he applied the ointment, he used Gammalan's psychic potion, and he psychiced the situation in front of him.

A large amount of information poured into his body.

But because they couldn't bear the factors of these psychic memories.

In order to protect himself, he temporarily "sealed" some memories.

He just couldn't recall these memories, they didn't disappear. Now, because of his "breath-seeing eye", he was able to see these memories.

What surprised Lin Feng was that what he saw was not a holy mountain.

He first saw a "inheritance ceremony".

It is the scene where the entire Gabala sect selects mages.

These mages are wearing robes, and some people are holding bows and arrows, standing on high places, guarding against something.

Those "earth pots" were buckled on their heads, and after a while, some children fell to the ground in pain.

The head was eaten abruptly, and in the end, it turned into a headless mummy.

Those clay pots made a strange buzzing sound.

"mou"!
Some mages beat the small drum beside them vigorously, and the sweat dripped from their heads. Some other mages set up a water tank and sprinkled the blood and internal organs in the water tank together on the bottom!
The mummies curled up together, and finally rested after experiencing the "reign of terror".

People with Gabala were holding clear water and giving it to the choking children. Seeing the scene next to them, the choking children trembled.

The protector's gaze remained unchanged, and the rest of the mages were also used to it.

Although they don't know the saying that nature selects the fittest to survive, they know that on the plateau, there are many dead people, such as white disasters, wind disasters, droughts, and animal disasters. After many tribes disappeared, even the bones were lost. Couldn't find one.

Yak Gabala is a fairly moderate sect among the popular sects.

The step-by-step practice of Yak Gabala is almost the safest path they have explored. If these children with spiritual roots cannot bear the "spirituality" of Yak Gabala and turn into mummies, this is a necessary loss.

"The eagle mother will kill the eaglet that can't fly, and the yak will give up the calf that can't stand up. This is the choice of the gods. The yak god is kind and will accommodate weak children."

The mage looked at the fallen corpses, and threw bundles of grass towards them, covering them.

These children are full of food and drink, and have lived safely and without worries in the place protected by the Kabala guardians. These children are already happier than many children outside.

Now they die.

These corpses will be thrown into the firepit, where they will be reduced to ashes.

May the wind blow their souls and rest in peace on the holy mountain.

However, this group of children was not lucky. The high priest sitting on the top watched the children die in front of him. None of them succeeded, and they didn't say a word.

Everyone became uneasy, and they secretly looked at the archmage above.

The archmage did not speak.

At some point, he left here, leaving behind a large number of anxious mages, whispering to each other.

A high-ranking protector of Badaokabala came forward to preside over the work, and asked everyone to send away the unharmed children, and the rest cleaned up the place.

The atmosphere became more and more dignified. This was not the first time they had failed. The Demon Kingdom's offensive became more and more terrifying, and everyone suffered heavy losses.

They need a hero to show up.

But the loss of the yak Gabala is visible to the naked eye, and the archmage has observed the weather.

He knew in his heart that there would definitely be a white disaster this year.

At that time, herdsmen will be silkworm species, and some small tribal countries will also be turned into dead zones.

In other words, the gods want to accept people.

There are fewer sources for their children, and it takes at least three years to cultivate a qualified guardian and warrior.

As night fell, the holy mountain in the distance emitted a white light.

The snow top shines.

"We need a big sacrifice."

A blockhouse, the Nine Gabala Protectors sit on the top, and the archmage goes to pray for the favor of the Yak God.

The butter lamp was burning, and the whole room was filled with the smell of butter. Nine Dao Kabala Guardians were sitting in the bunker. Even with the lights on, it was still very dark here. It's all black fog.

The real decision makers of the Yak Gabala are all sitting in it, and the wind is blowing, and it is quite cold.

"It's not enough, you plan to rely on the rest of us to go to the Demon Kingdom to fight? The white disaster is coming, we can go to the snowstorm and clean up the treacherous sons and grandchildren, but after that..."

There is no need to speak too clearly.

In the white disaster, it is not only the snow monsters that are scary, there will be more ghosts and devils hiding behind the snowstorm. These people have high cultivation bases, but they may not be able to come back alive.

They know it all too well.

If people like them died, the yak Gabala would really disappear in the wind and snow.

"Continue to carry out the grand ceremony, how large can it be maintained?"

After these people left, Jiudaogabala put the copper basin in front of him. He took out a piece of cow dung and threw it into the copper basin. He kept throwing cow dung into the copper basin in front of him, and then He took out a gilt gemstone knife.

He began to throw his hair into the copper basin.

Throw your finger in it again.

eyeball.

arm.

Under the spout of blood, the painful Nine Dao Kabala Dharma Protector threw himself to the ground, worshiped the ground, and prayed to the holy mountain to give him some enlightenment.

Even a little bit of holy sound will do.

But it's a pity.

The night is like a curtain.

No one answered.

Only the wind became colder and colder, bringing the icy cold air to the plateau.

Under the blanket of nine-day cold air, no matter it is the painful Nine Dao Kabala Guardian, the great mage, or the children who "survived".

They just feel lost and unknown.

I don't know why.

The mountains are there, and so are the herds of yaks.

However, since ancient times, God's will is high and difficult to ask.

One-eyed Jiudao Gabala shed tears, but this time, there was no white cow to lick his wounds.

Lin Feng watched the scene from a strange bird's-eye view.

As if he was the cold air that was coming.

At this time, Lin Feng heard the long-lost reminder.

【You are gaining knowledge】

【You have seen the secret book stored by Yak Gabala next to the holy mountain】

【Checking your identity】

[I have checked your identity, the Four Protectors Kabala]

[You can read and learn the secret code of the four guardians of Gabala]

[Four Dharma Protectors Gabala: The Middle and Upper Levels of the Yak Gabala]

【Congratulations, you have obtained the secret of the four guardians of Kabala】

【1. How to make Gabala pots】

【2. The method of offering sacrifices to Yak Gabala】

【3. Thoughts on Yak Gabala View】

[4. Yak Gabalala Picture]

Lin Feng did not expect that his current physique could only be regarded as the four guardians of Yak Gabala.

There is still a long way to go from these nine protectors.

What's more, the yak Gabala put his inheritance near the holy mountain.

Even more did not expect.

Even someone as strong as the Nine Dao Kabala Protector is still unable to turn the tide.

He is just a part of history.

Even Lin Feng felt that he was a little tragic.

The Yak Gabala sect has not been passed on for a long time, and it has encountered such a crisis!
Before Lin Feng made a choice, he was in a daze.

He should have also seen the Holy Mountain.

Seeing the holy mountain again, Lin Feng saw the holy mountain in front of him, the clouds were heavy, covering the original appearance, so that Lin Feng couldn't see the scene inside clearly.

However, Lin Feng could tell that the heavy clouds were not the original state of the holy mountain.

It's a form of self-preservation.

The "special effects" added later.

Lin Feng didn't know if he could wake up.

When looking left and right.

The scene in front of me was fragmented, like a shattered mirror.

On these mirrors, there are eyes.

These eyes stared at Lin Feng relentlessly.

Even though Lin Feng was well-informed, he couldn't bear to see these big eyes. These things looked too paradoxical. Fortunately, these fragments were quickly reassembled and turned into another scene.

These fragments together turned into a mirror.

The huge bronze mirror is as bright as a lake, but in this bronze mirror, Lin Feng sees the radiance, the colors beyond him emerge.

Lin Feng didn't have photosensitive epilepsy, but he looked at these lights.

He was still in a coma, and when he woke up again, he got up from the ground with some difficulty.

Drowsy, but fortunately there is no danger nearby.

He's still in this grotto that doesn't exist.

Nuo opera masters stood by his side.

He glanced at the Nuo opera master, his head was a little swollen.

He knew that he had obtained the traditional teaching of the Yak Kabala sect and could not use it on himself.

He can absorb the essence of these sects.

But it cannot be copied.

Because Yak Kabala is a kind of "benevolent" among the primitive sects. Although it is more "benevolent", it is still several big steps away from modern society.

He practiced this technique here.

The hind foot would be shot [-] times.

Moreover, the foundation of their practice is different.

But some of the techniques can be given to Nuo opera masters.

In this dark place, for some reason, Lin Feng always felt that the surroundings were more docile than others.

The joy of the wind he felt when he first [Secret Food Method: Eat the Wind and Drink the Dew] reappeared.

It's not just his "meaning".

He could feel the vitality around him.

In his eyes, the world has different lines.

Lin Feng reached out and touched his forehead.

Then stop.

Because he saw a finger—this is not a normal vision.

Lin Feng summoned a gust of wind and threw it on his face.

His expression was a little frozen.

A vertical eye grew between his brows.

For a moment, he was a little dazed, and the first thing he thought of was a common saying.

"If I don't give you some power today, you won't know how many eyes Prince Ma has."

This is a charge before a fight.

The Lord Ma mentioned here is a folk god, a three-eyed Dharma protector, with a vertical eye between his eyebrows.

However, among the gods, there are many gods with three eyes, and the third eye has a special function.

Among them, the most familiar one may be Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun Yang Jian.

Lin Feng touched his eyes, but there was no reaction in the eyes, and he didn't feel anything.

But he did have an eye between his brows.

The place between his brows, where he rests his spirit, is occupied by eyes fished out of the Yellow River that were treasured by the ancient Xixia Kingdom.

A large amount of spirit, energy and spirit in the body are intertwined, connecting with the vertical eye.

This vertical eye is like a magic weapon, surpassing organs.

Through perception, Lin Feng could see that inside this eye, there were layers upon layers of shackles.

Xixia respected the Three Ways, and it was indeed a bit crooked. Lin Feng saw the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism here, as well as some traces of primitive religions, which turned into seals one after another, suppressing the activity of the eyes.

Among these seals are even older seals.

Lin Feng's [Aura Eye: A Glimpse] and the ancient aura in it attract each other.

However, the seal cannot be broken.

Lin Feng stroked his eyeballs, felt the emotions of the wind around him, tried to communicate with the wind, the wind landed happily in his body, because of the eyes, Lin Feng felt the strength of his whole body, because of the eyes between the eyebrows, became a whole.

The last living Qiguan Historian...

Lin Feng tried to become one with these winds, the three cores in his body drive, the physical body, the eyes between the brows, and the lungs.

His spirit is in the eyes between the brows, the physical energy and blood are stored in the whole body and heart, the shaman's method, and the essence is stored in the lungs.

After the wind merged into one, Lin Feng's clothes suddenly fell "neatly" and landed on the ground.

It was the first time Lin Feng tried what is called "turning into a breeze" in the game, because Lin Feng could really turn into a breeze, this spell should have been learned by the seventh rank.

It's a pity that Lin Feng doesn't have a teacher.

But he has now.

He turned into a breeze, blown from the ground to the ground, and turned into a human form.

At this time, he fell into deep thought.

He learned the supernatural power of turning into a breeze, but he didn't fully master it.

Others can become a wind.

But what about his clothes?
What about his clothes?
The Nuo opera masters brought Lin Feng's clothes, Lin Feng put them on, and he returned to the real Yulin Cave. Lin Feng didn't know who was in the fire, he just wanted to collect the fire.

Fortunately, the four Kabala protectors are handicraftsmen among the yak Kabala.

Things like making clay pots are all done by them, and some secrets beyond that are not known to them.

Lin Feng used local materials. He put on his helmet, exchanged for [-] bad soil of luck, and piled it up in front of him.

Don't use "meaning".

He can also make useful containers.

The premise is that some leather is needed beyond what's available here.

　There is a recommendation, in order to prevent force majeure (fever) from being interrupted during the period, take advantage of three thousand and one chapters, about two shifts.

　　If nothing happens, throw out the unused manuscripts on the 31st.

　　


(End of this chapter)