Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Ah, Miss Sister is gone.

Lin Feng rubbed his face, he decided to show show way.

Take stock of your gains.

Reach out, the hand cannot be deformed.

He did not take away the ability to change bronze vessels at will.

That ability is the shape-shifting ability he gained after killing the offspring of "Old Mother Lishan" and eating them.

This engulfment does not come without a price.

If you eat too much, you will be eaten by the mastermind behind the "Lishan Old Mother".

into collective consciousness.

But [da] sound, he can see clearly from the "meaning", this is the sound of praying for blessings and avoiding disasters.

This thing has no side effects.

It is used in the hands of a wizard, who holds corn in his hand, splashes it with water, and makes it while splashing, like a jumping god, splashing water on corpses and living people.

Pray for disasters to stay away and good weather.

This voice is used between the land gods, and it is used for fighting. Brush yourself with a layer of armor in advance to prevent you from neglecting the other during the battle, which is equivalent to putting on a layer of heavy armor.

They are very practical.

Of the six tones of the earth, Lin Feng gets four of them.

There is offense and defense.

It can be seen that the land god who has a complete six-tone land is absolutely impossible to be a kind old man.

The remaining two kinds may be to complement the shortcomings of the fighters. These methods mastered by the land are all born for attacking.

He is a messenger who takes the soul to the underworld.

It is also a violent beast who is responsible for guarding the territory and delineating its territory.

More likely a warrior with a weapon in hand, a fierce man who cut off the heads of all uninvited guests.

Whatever they were, though, they were banished.

"You still have to rely on the organization. If you don't rely on the organization, you have to rely on yourself. At least Taishan God and Beidou God are doing well."

Lin Feng is not aimless.

Using the "rotten" corpses of ancient gods to give birth to new gods is the idea of ​​those in the Jin family, and there is nothing wrong with their thinking, except that they overlooked one thing.

The Old Gods may not be dead either.

They just changed the vest.

All the Jin family members turned into "clouds". They abandoned their physical bodies and gathered into a single "mind".

Crowdfunding became a god.

On the old version that has been discarded, they want to create a new version, but unfortunately, the new version has long been in their lives, all the time.

For example, they used Tao Jinghong's True Spirit Map.

"pity."

Lin Feng reached out to touch Yuan Zhong.The source seed looks ordinary, with neither color (nice golden color) nor shape (just a fist-sized stone).

It's completely different from in the game.

"I thought it would turn into a girl anyway (no), but the result was mediocre. Is it like this in the game because of the old mother of Lishan?"

Lin Feng dripped blood on it, chanted a spell on it, and burned it with flames.

All kinds of methods have been used over and over again.

The thing remained motionless.

no change.

After trying to no avail, Lin Feng held it up and looked at it for a long time, and finally put it in a clay pot, and sealed the container with python skin to ensure that the breath would not leak out.

"meaning".

He was in no rush to do anything else.

Games are very important, and "meaning" is even more important, and "meaning" is the road to a higher stage of the future.

It is a broad road.

He stuffed the human skin into the third clay pot, ran into the Gobi Desert by himself, sorted out what he had seen and heard in Jin's house, and tried to cultivate his "meaning" very seriously.

Exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale.

During the day it is [The Law of Secret Food: Eat the Wind and Drink the Dew].

Night is 【Taiyin body】.

Day and night alternate, without a break.

No excretion, no basic diet, Lin Feng and the jar, the old buddies together, carefully study their own wind, "meaning" is the ultimate solidification of the spirit.

It is also a manifestation of self-awareness.

In many practices, there are studies on this, those who ask the heart, cultivate the truth, tap the heart, and the true self.

Various professional vocabulary, and so on.

Still the same way, selfish people are more selfish, cruel people are more cruel, and kind people are kinder.

A process of purification.

It is also the so-called "you can lie to your buddies, but don't lie to yourself".

Grandpa crystallized!

On the Great Gobi Desert.

Lin Feng looks for his true self.

He is like a rock.

This is not a normal route, plus the old buddies teamed up, ghosts cover their eyes, no one can disturb Lin Feng.

Lin Feng fell into the final deep sleep.

Unintentionally, he entered the legendary "retreat".

"Closed to death".

This is a set of thresholds that everyone has to pass, just like Lin Feng's teacher, after seeing what the princes and grandchildren did, he lost his mentality and broke down.

He scolded the gods and Buddhas of heaven and earth, pointed at the sky and cursed the earth, and then entered the deep mountains to suppress Shengxianzhai with his body. Didn't Song Huizong like metaphysics?Don't you want to become a fairy?

Alright, I'll suppress Shengxianzhai, and you guys don't want to do crooked ways.

Zhang Zhuoen has been a human being for two lifetimes, so he naturally knows what he wants to do.

Only Lin Feng, after seeing one of the final forms of "Yi", fell into his own way.

It looks like a pillar of salt.

Others are fine, clothes are not necessarily.

Under such ultraviolet rays, his clothes would fade.

But after that, most people's skin will peel.

Lin Feng is not afraid of this.

He even had time to use Gammalan's psychic potion to help himself.

Using the Gammalan potion to deduce the wind, this time, he went to Gammalan instead of the Bronze Source Seed.

He tried to let the wind out, to catch up with the wind.

To try to understand the emotions of the wind.

It's like using Dining Wind Drinking Dew for the first time.

The game console was placed beside him, and his aura was attracting some existences in the darkness. Unfortunately, beside Lin Feng, there were still a group of elder brothers who were watching eagerly.

If you can't get in, you really can't get in. If you can get in, there won't be a Huangliang world.

Three different places.

Re-employment of abandoned kilns.

One day, two days, three days, one week, two weeks...

time shift.

The world is changing.

A salt column is forming.

The girl is praying.

……

Scratch your head, rub your face, drink water, and think hard.

In Shazhou City, an errand boy repeatedly confirmed that there was enough fuel, and then rode a motorcycle to the Gobi Desert. Fortunately, he did not go deep into the Gobi Desert here.

Otherwise, he wouldn't add money to this list, even if it was to add money.

Life matters.

There is a road here, and all he has to do now is to walk another five kilometers on the road.

This is his psychological limit.

He confirmed the order again, and took two steps forward, a little unclear. Therefore, the customer who took the order was a little baffled.

His requests were very specific and vague.

Be specific in what you want to do and when.

The blur is that these things have no reference.

For example, take two steps forward.

He also accurate the time to within a few minutes, such a nervous request made the little brother feel trembling.

But customers are very considerate.

He added money.

Only then did the little brother relax a little, and took two steps forward.

In a trance, it was like crashing into a paradise.

There is obviously no change in front of him, but he just feels that he is in a very comfortable mood.

He suddenly felt happy, comfortable, and free.

The little brother laughed hehehe.

A kind of joy from the heart, this kind of joy I haven't felt for a long time.

Even the wind around is free, lovely, and unfettered.

The weather is blue, which makes people happy.

"Fuck him?"

"Make money, make ass."

"Go for a drink."

"Relax."

"Work with a hammer."

He sang a song. This was when he was running an order one day, and he heard it played outside the barber shop. The song was very popular and made his mouth water.

Also very joyous.

He was humming, singing, bouncing up and down like a child, and left here.

But after taking two steps, he suddenly woke up.

"No, who will pay me if I quit?"

"Going crazy again, aren't you?"

"I'm nervous twice in three days, why don't you go back and have a good meal and reward me?"

He decided to turn back again, but just as he turned his head, he saw a man standing behind him.

He was as silent as a ghost.

He was tall, shirtless, and wore a strange robe.

The hair is long and has hairpins.

Like a guy in a costume drama.

There is a little red between the eyebrows, like someone who walked out of a fairy tale drama.

Fortunately, he took out his mobile phone - this gave the little brother a little stability, at least he is a modern person.

"No signal, but it's been a month and a half."

Lin Feng seemed like another day, but he didn't expect that time could be different.

"Where did you come from!"

The little brother was taken aback.

Lin Feng looked at the little brother in front of him, and his eyes fell on the information bag in his hand. He pointed to the marker writing on the transparent information bag of the little brother and said: "Is it for Lin Feng? If so, my name is Lin Feng."

"Ah, your name is Lin Feng...how do you prove it?"

Lin Feng showed him the electronic identity certificate, signed the form, and watched the little brother leave.

"Someone is looking for me."

Lin Feng said to himself, he felt like he had a dream, in the dream, he was constantly flying, flying, flying, flying from south to north, from north to south.

He dreamed that he became a fairy and became the ancestor, and dreamed that he became the richest man in the world.

All kinds of bizarre dreams have come true.

He dreamed that he appeared on the plains of North America, turned into a tornado, saw himself turned into a typhoon, saw this, saw that.

In the end, he heard someone calling himself, and he suddenly woke up. The most important factor was the young man who came here.

He woke him just right.

It's not a problem for Lin Feng not to eat or drink, but he did initially gather his "will".

"wind."

He merged with the wind, he couldn't do the situation that Teacher Shengxianzhai did from a distance, but he could mobilize his mana more efficiently.

Store mana on a magic vessel.

Pin your consciousness on something else.

Also, close your eyes and see your "real" self.

A mantra is an arm. Lin Feng is standing now, surrounded by mantras. He has grown four arms, and each arm is a mantra.

【fa】Sound expulsion, what is floating in his hand is a whip.

[bo] Sound damage, what floats in his hand is a copper bell.

【mou】The sound is even worse, what floats in his hand is the Dharma drum.

[da] sound, what he is holding in his hand is a whole wheat seedling.

His hair was tangled together and turned into a "Dharma Ring".

There is darkness under your feet, and wherever you go, it is all the underworld.

barefoot.

More importantly, after "condensing" his mind, his body, speech and mind, the three of which are integrated, get rid of the road of merit and food, and walk on a more long-term road.

soul.

physical body.

Don't hold each other back.

He patted his forehead, and an illusory "intelligence" came out, and as he walked, more wind surrounded him.

He can command the wind around him.

The seventh rank is the seventh rank, but he has the cornerstone of progress.

"The rudimentary form of Fengshen, the cornerstone has been completed."

"Gufeng, listen to my orders!"

When Lin Feng moved at will, the strong wind brought up a land tornado, whizzing around him.

The wind can't hurt him.

Instead, it made Lin Feng feel kind.

The little brother who had left just now let out a sigh of relief in the distance, feeling that he was lucky and ran fast.

Lin Feng was unharmed in the land tornado.

The current Lin Feng can already be called a god.

God is an identity.

Whether it's serious or not, there are quite a few wild gods enshrined in temples that have been overturned by human vehicles.

During the Song Dynasty, there were also some figures of the evil temples destroyed by the scholar-officials who did not believe in evil, and the number of witches and gods who were cut down.

To be precise, in the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, there were always people who did not believe in evil and dealt with substandard temples.

Aren't those gods?

It's not that the orthodoxy fell into the eyes of the imperial court and was not absorbed into the major sects.

There are still supernatural powers.

After comprehending the meaning, even if his physical body decays—this possibility is doubtful, Lin Feng feels that his physical body is unlikely to decay, and his "mind" can still carry magical powers and continue to survive.

As for how long you can survive, it depends on your ability.

He already has the qualifications to become immortal.

Of course, it is also possible to die on the road halfway and open champagne at halftime.

The possibility of the latter is proportionally higher.

"I got the immortal ticket."

"However, once the intention is set, it can never be changed. Otherwise, if the intention is tampered with, the body will die, the Dao will disappear, and everything will cease to exist."

"It's a great joy to be certified."

Lin Feng licked his lips.

Don't know what to think.

Opened the information bag.

He looked at the words on it, and raised his eyebrows more and more.

"Teacher Qie, you are an honest person."

With the ingredients, Lin Feng was researching how to put them together into a pot of stew, but when he was hungry, someone brought the rice to his mouth.

Teacher Qie sent him the painting again, which was the material that Lin Feng wanted to see.

Comics.

It said how Lin Feng stewed himself.

He needs to build a cave first, then send himself into it, then burn himself, and finally come out a complete and brand new him.

Stew yourself in an iron pot.

Lin Feng fell into deep thought.

It turns out that this material is a new self refined from the kiln?
interesting.

Lin Feng saw many forked roads. On these forked roads, Lin Feng was beaten to death, beaten by others, and failed in his cultivation.

At the end of these paintings is a distress letter.

Teacher Xie said, it doesn’t matter whether you save someone or not, look at you, he didn’t see clearly what would happen if you save someone.

He was exhausted.

The power gained from the abandoned Chengtian Temple comes at a price.

Excessive use of one's abilities can bring bad results.

That abstract ghost reappeared and seemed to be taking away Teacher Xie.

Teacher Qie's meaning was obvious, he said that if Lin Feng could, he could come to save people.

If it really doesn't work, then I hope Lin Feng can remember him.

Don't forget that there is him in this world just because you were caught.

"Someone remembers me and can go to the old man's grave for me and tell him that his only son has achieved no less than him in this life. He is a great scholar, and so is his son."

In the appendix, Mr. Qie's speculation on the "development of bronze civilization before the Yin and Shang Dynasties" is attached, and he whispered these researches to the old man.

Lin Feng looked at it, and flicked the paper with his fingers: "Isn't this nonsense? It's all confessed to me."

He rolled up the papers and said, "Am I still a human being if I don't go? This reputation is gone, who will give me a confession in the future?"

Moreover.

He could see clearly that if he wanted to "stew himself in an iron pot", he still lacked a large number of sacrifices.

He looked at the Iron Crown Taoist on the painting: "I don't believe that after such a long time, you can still open the door to the Yinshang Kingdom for me."

There was darkness under his feet, and he spat out a few clothes. After putting them on, he returned to Shazhou, rented a car, and ran towards Qindi.

Opening the window, Lin Feng let the high-speed wind blow by.

Talk to yourself intimately with these winds.