Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 34 Hey, you bully the soft and fear the hard, right!

The biggest difference between seventh-rank and ninth-rank is the use of power.

Ninth rank gathers qi, eighth rank nourishes qi, and seventh rank condenses qi.

Because Lin Feng cooperates with the wind, what he condenses is the wind.

Turned into various shapes of wind.

And because he is more familiar with swords, Lin Feng used the power of the wind, like a sword-wielding flyer among immortals, to float up for a short time, with full mobility.

Countless sharp blades formed a rain of swords and fell on the body of the banyan tree blood god.

On the banyan tree, a fountain of blood gushed out.

Even with those sacrifices, there were soul-piercing screams.

The critical strike of [Mountain God's Wrath] is not like in the game, where big numbers appear on the enemy's head.

The critical blow here is the deep wound caused by a sudden sword strike, it is a sword that cannot heal, it is bleeding, and there is a bloody flame burning on its body!
Even with the damage caused by dragon and tiger spirit.

Blood God, suffer greatly!

under attack.

The big tree is not to be outdone.

The tree roots whipped violently over, smashing the ground, and the clods of mud flew in the air. The beating was dangerous again and again, but no one was hit.

Under the ground, the tree roots broke through the ground like a python, and slapped towards Lin Feng.

Flying Lin Feng, [Jian Xin Tong Ming] can always properly remind him when to avoid the attack.

The poisonous blood floating out was also repelled by the wind around Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was very clean.

Trees always have advantages and disadvantages that are different from animals. Even if it becomes a blood god, this banyan tree is not suitable for mobile combat.

Not to mention its air roots, as well as its so-called feet, were all chopped off by Lin Feng!

With the blessing of the mountains in western Hunan, Lin Feng's blue volume will never be exhausted!
Lin Feng will never be greedy for swords!

I would rather lose one knife than one more knife.

Under Lin Feng's sword, the sacrifices on the blood banyan tree all showed painful expressions.

Following behind the big banyan tree, the rest of the blood gods who were parasitized along the way rushed towards Lin Feng, and Lin Feng killed them one by one!

【Precise vision】.

The advantage of these passives is that when your strength increases, Lin Feng can clearly discover the fatal flaw of this big banyan tree. Inside it, where the god statue is digested and absorbed, it seems to be its heart.

It is also where the skin is thickest.

Lin Feng scraped off its skin layer by layer, looking for a chance to kill it!
If it is said that the first stage of the blood god transformed from the corpse of the great elder is the realm of the top nine ranks.

The banyan tree should be about the seventh rank.

Maybe it's the top eight.

Anyway, no matter how you count it, it is not suitable for growing legs and fighting with people.

It should have existed as a sacrificial object.

You can defend, but you can't attack.

Creepy, fidgeting and low prayers, horrific acts of sacrificing human life, those people above the banyan tree blood god finally stopped performing sacrifices!

They opened their eyes in unison, howling in pain!

The blood god did not devour the most essential divine power of the mountain god.

Those divine powers were given to Lin Feng by the mountain god.

It has no way of controlling the surrounding mountains and forests.

There are only big trees and those sacrificial corpses.

The howling of the sacrifice rushed out, Lin Feng's eyes went dark, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood!
In the chest cavity, the breath is surging!
Those mountain people who were used as feed were instantly drained, and the skin on Master Qianhu's body melted quickly, and his breath was rising steadily!
Power poured from the aerial roots of the banyan tree, as if to ripen a master!
Lin Feng's [Jianxin Tongming], which had calmed down a bit, suddenly became a warning sign, and Lin Feng's eyes turned black, but he opened his mouth and a sword of blood spurted out!

Visceral damage!

The mountains in western Xiangxi generously gifted him with countless vitality, and the burning lung meridian pain was soothed by the vitality.

There is a big difference between the blood sword of the ninth rank and the blood sword of the seventh rank.

In one fell swoop, Lord Qianhu of [Five Viscera Fragrance] was smashed into pieces by the blood sword!Before the fragrance in the body swept over, Lin Feng summoned a gust of wind and blew it away!

Green blood splashed on the banyan tree, stabbing and burning.

Several more sword qi pierced into the tree's chest again and again, finally crushing the tree's heart.

Above the statue of the mountain god, several old faces flew out.

Lin Feng calmed down and looked at these old faces. He originally thought that these old faces would take back the authority of the mountain god.

Unexpectedly, after they appeared, just looking at Lin Feng, the pained expression finally became calm.

It turned into fluorescence and disappeared.

The heart was broken, and the big banyan tree also looked dead.

The root of air decayed, and the sacrificial corpse hanging above also fell down.

The strange voice of prayer was also gone.

Lin Feng stood where he was and breathed a sigh of relief.

This kind of behavior of stringing people on a tree reminded Lin Feng of the ancient witches' practices he saw when he was reading books.

family talk.

Humans are used as animals to sacrifice to ghosts and gods.

Witches, witches and men.

Like a shaman, but not like a shaman.

Belonging to ancient times, professionals who communicated people and gods were first served by monarchs and royal families.

The major events of the country lie in sacrifice and Rong.

They advocate the most primitive sacrifices.

Personalize the ancestors, and kill a few captives and slaves on specific days to please the ancestors. They believe that the ancestors are not only guardian gods, but also vengeful species.

If the ancestors are unhappy, it hurts the descendants.

Blood food, since the end of the Han Dynasty, was rejected by the rising Heavenly Master Taoism and became the evil way of the old qi of the six heavens.

Zhang Daoling destroys mountains and destroys temples, and what he destroys is the foundation of these blood-eating gods.

Lin Feng smashed his mouth, recalled it.

Blood God?
Is it possible that the Blood God is the legendary God of Blood Eater?
Did the Ming Dynasty still have the God of Blood Eater?
And something so backward?
Oh, the Ming Dynasty still used the system of human martyrdom?

That's fine.

That does lag behind.

After getting rid of the huge blood god chasing after him, I don't know why this blood god ran so far.

There is no need to meditate to regain one's breath, call in the wind, and blow it around me. I investigated these dead mountain people and the disabled Jin Yiwei by myself, but I didn't see anything from them.

There are no clues.

After waiting here for a long time, I didn't see the blood god's partner coming. Instead, I waited until the "black cloud overwhelmed the city".

Looking at the thunderclouds in the sky, the surrounding animals became uneasy.

Lin Feng dismissed them.

Or else the strength is different, and the world he sees is different. Before, Lin Feng couldn't see clearly what was inside the cloud, but now, Lin Feng can see clearly.

Wings, human hands, looming heavenly soldiers.

There is also a huge, chilling giant eye.

Fortunately, the huge eyes only appeared for a moment, and Lin Feng was no longer able to see them.

Just because of this, Lin Feng's eyes were red and he kept crying.

[Jian Xin Tong Ming] No reminder, this eye was not malicious to him, he was accidentally injured.

Lin Feng closed his eyes and listened sideways, and realized that the rain this time was definitely not a natural choice.

Soon, the rumbling rain started, and Lin Feng walked into the forest, waiting quietly for the toothless old lady's invitation.

Left can't wait.

Right wait can't come.

After a while, Lin Feng recalled it.

Hey, a group of old six, really picking up the soft persimmons.

When he was at the ninth rank, these people chased after him, desperate to die.

Seventh grade, he has a reliance, you will not come, right?

Hey, you really have a set!

(End of this chapter)