Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 361 The Apocalyptic Wise Man

This may not be a "plague excuse", this may be a new attempt.

'A symbiosis, like a plant. '

'It is a scientific way of verification, but what is the principle? '

'A strange way of symbiosis. '

Lin Feng "saw" the insect nests in their stomachs, and also saw the numerous "green plants" in their bodies.

in the same body.

He didn't just see Gu worms.

Also saw greenery.

After Lin Feng discovered these, he fell into deep thought.

The old sheepskin boatman started, as if some kind of evil that shouldn't exist here had been excluded from here.

Coupled with this distorted and self-contained breath, 'here is probably a formation. '

From a distance, he could smell a strong smell of mutton.

Behind the ancestral hall is a large courtyard for living.

fail.

But he was deeply concerned about this place and was unwilling to leave.

Lin Feng opened his mouth to speak, and the things in his mouth were constantly "gurgling" and "gurgling", and the muddy river water full of sand kept coming out.

It's just that it's different from killing the rest of the people. Li Yuanhao chose to sink these nobles directly into the Yellow River.

There was a voice over there.

It's a pity that no matter what he becomes, he can't escape Lin Feng's hand. Lin Feng's current appearance is only short of saying: "Let's go!", dragging him away, just like the land that takes people away in the murals God.

Whether Hongzhou is dry or not, it is not right to be so wet that even his clothes start to drip.

Just now Lin Feng was sure that there was nothing here.

On this "big face", Lin Feng felt a trace of breath.

It forms a pull that is as involved as maltose.

Lin Feng said softly.

This shows that the Lord has not come yet.

The whole person is even more dignified.

Another means of escape.

Sounds like spring silkworms constantly biting came from all directions, and Lin Feng's aura appeared, causing the peaceful "life" here to get a response.

Lin Feng asked straight to the point, and the old man said, "I'm just a boatman by the Yellow River."

Quietly waiting in the river.

The two words of Fengdu Cursing the Ghost Sutra silently fell on the river sand.

It can also be called Neidan.

Like something that is constantly being pulled but always connected.

He claims to be old, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with him.

The effect is more.

Here the sound of "Sa Salsa" continues.

Full of hostility!

If the "elves" wanted to eat it, Lin Feng didn't care, he just asked these "elves" to eat it.

Li Yuanhao, who was standing on the altar, fixed his eyes on the middle of the Yellow River, waiting for the news to come.

"It's an elf."

not only that.

There will be cracks in the neck area.

This face is not quite in line with the observation of ordinary people. This face is full of various irregular shapes.

In a place like Hongzhou, there are also generous witches.

The aura on Old Yangpizi's body turned into waves, and Lin Feng smelled water vapor for a while.

"Caught you."

This time he killed the tribal nobles.

Li Yuanhao took a deep breath, and he signaled the priests and wizards around him to continue. He added some other medicinal materials into the blood, and then poured it into the mouth of the next nobleman.

The nobleman was eaten by fish in the water.

The moment the big face appeared, Lin Feng felt that it was "ugly" to his eyes.

Dodge the crowd.

He wasn't lying either, he really was a boatman!
He was rowing the people who were also tied to the sheepskin raft to the middle of the Yellow River.

explosion!

Find the "elf" from Gu...

A gust of wind enveloped the entire room, and Lin Feng's hand turned into a bronze bell!
【bo】

No one will feel sorry for these people.

There is always a weird charm, which makes these wind swords cut in the air.

Lin Feng sensed something extra in the air, as for what it was, Lin Feng didn't know, and he wasn't stingy.

It had the same breath as the hound he had seen before.

"The old man comes out, the old man comes out by himself! Don't bother you."

"I got you too."

He was hunched over, if he didn't move, Lin Feng might think he was a corpse.

Many bare-chested warriors, muscular all over their bodies, held drumsticks that were as tall as a person and as thick as arms, and hit the drums heavily!
I don't know how many times they were hammered, and these strong men couldn't hold it anymore. The sweat on their heads kept falling on the drum surface, breaking it, and being shaken into powder.

However, Lin Feng sent the wind over and found that most of the yards here were empty.

He finally knew why the "Teacher Xun" who was burning in the "karma fire" had only one layer of skin left.

Although it's not perfect, it's not something that can be handled by a few gods of joy. No matter how these gods of joy move, Lin Feng's neck is still safely and securely where he should be.

However, "Ye Huo" still lacked a little energy.

"Hey!"

Lin Feng chose yes without any hesitation, and suddenly his eyes went dark. When he reappeared, he saw a big sacrifice. He didn't need to look too seriously, Lin Feng immediately remembered what the sacrifice was.

But that's right, if a good old man, how could he catch so many weird things and hang them on the construction tree?

After a while, the old sheepskin boatman was bubbling from the Yellow River, and he shook his head at Li Yuanhao.

It was also because he was too thin, so his human skin looked a bit too big, and the skinny person looked terrible.

More importantly, it looks like a snake.

Lin Feng was more interested in the trip to Hongzhou.

A large amount of breath emerged from the fingertips again, causing the breath of the surrounding "Sasha Sasha" to swallow it up.

But if you grab it with your hand, the thing is shocked.

The old sheepskin boatman said: "Come out and let the wind go."

It's not so humid now.

Being caught completely, seeing that there was no hope of leaving, the old sheepskin boatman suddenly turned into a puddle of soft and moist river sand, which quickly melted and turned into river water.

The "elf" that just appeared disappeared in an instant.

He is not a half-way monk, but borrowing his theory, Lin Feng can make a big medicine out of five qi.

Seeing the blood eyes, maybe also seeing the "dharma drum".

Hands also grew out of his body. Each of the four hands held a magic weapon, and the other two clasped the old sheepskin boatman.

The net stirred in the wet river sand, trying to take away the memory of the other party, but it stirred up some memory fragments.

Every time, the old boatman personally went to dive to check, but every time it failed.

The old sheepskin boatman ruthlessly pushed the nobleman whose hands and feet were bound off the sheepskin raft, and the sheepskin raft overturned in one click, and the old sheepskin boatman dived down along with the nobleman.

Said the old sheepskin boatman.

After a few breaths, it disappears.

The 36 hairs on Lin Feng's head were firmly tied to the old sheepskin boatman.

When the two of them were talking, they had already been fighting in secret. The wind around Lin Feng kept hitting the old sheepskin boatman.

As for what kind of elf it is...

Xixia is not considered a unified country, and there are many tribal nobles in it. Li Yuanhao is not a soft-hearted person, he will kill his opponents.

'The Breath of the Mountain God'.

Lin Feng: "There is no Yellow River here in Hongzhou."

Moreover, Taoism in the Song and Yuan Dynasties was not fully formed, and wanted to form a complete system.

There is also yellow sand and water in the nasal cavity.

The surroundings are still very dark, dim, and there is no bright moon outside.

The Yellow River Festival.

"Sashasa..."

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes.

But I didn't expect that there are people here who have this kind of means and can hide so deeply.

Because he was really old, his whole body was as thin as a piece of dead wood, and the wrinkles on his body were almost engraved into his flesh and blood.

The bone turned into a giant claw, and pinched the opponent's head fiercely.

The fire is not strong enough.

The figure of the old sheepskin boatman began to change strangely, and his shape in this space began to become "weird" and "curious", because part of him was here, and the other part was not here.

It's like a certain kind of existence that can't be seen but can hear the sound, constantly looking for food sources.

No connection was established, but in this room, there were suddenly many gods of joy, and these gods of joy saw Lin Feng.

【whether? 】

This is a great festival of the Yellow River.

[Memory fragments were detected, do you want to observe?]

With the sound of speaking, Lin Feng saw an old man in old sheepskin appearing on the spot.

But he is not popular, where does the smell of mutton come from?
More importantly, he has no weaknesses.

It can be seen that Li Yuanhao had a feeling of "I have to let it go". Then, the second and third nobles also fell into the water.

how did you do that?
It was really weird, Lin Feng's breath emerged from his fingertips and fell into the bodies of these people.

All the instruments in his hands started to move, and more than that, ghost hands came out from the darkness under his feet, and grabbed the old sheepskin boatman.

The vertical eyes between Lin Feng's brows, blood flowing, looking far away, not only that, since the things that exist here can be harmed by sound waves.

There was also a change on Lin Feng's side!

The very few places where the wind cannot pass, like here, are also full of secrets.

"Boom," "Boom," "Boom."

Those auras, like gnats, penetrated into Lin Feng's seven orifices.

Not only is he a gatekeeper, he also has a job as a jailer.

The aura on his body mixed with the river sand, forming a kind of aura that Lin Feng had seen before, but he hadn't gone deep into it until then. This aura is somewhat similar to the aura of "Chengtian Temple" and "Lei" in his backyard. .

This made Lin Feng even more interested.

"come out."

He's not perfect yet.

Not to mention that it's not like Lin Feng has no way to get news!
He also has snares, and the effect of 36 snares is much stronger than that of twelve snares.

Lin Feng has seen this scene in the Jingbian painting - Hell Transformation.

It's not strong enough, but in the Han Dynasty, the stars of the witches and gods fell wildly, and there were gods' remains in it, which was rare.

Now Lin Feng wondered if those rooms were empty, but he couldn't see what was inside.

Lin Feng grabbed the object, and the full "elf" seemed to have a body.

Immediately, Lin Feng heard a muffled groan!
If he heard it right, Lin Feng's eyes were like gods, and he saw the side, in the originally dark place, there was a voice just now.

It's like such an existence.

The fragments of memory stirred up.

What he didn't expect was that this old sheepskin boatman was really Li Yuanhao's man.

The sound of many spring silkworms nibbling on mulberry leaves came out, and his breath was being nibbled bite by bite by an invisible being.

He appeared suddenly, like in a movie, where there was no one in one frame, and an extra person appeared in the next second.

Here, there is no trust whatsoever.

"who are you?"

Lin Feng's clothes began to drip water.

It can be seen that Yu Lei is definitely not a good person in the traditional sense.

But Lin Feng was in one piece.

Quanzhen Ji Daoist's inheritance of this Dharma lineage, the technique of inner alchemy, Lin Feng did not practice it.

The Song Dynasty was not like the Ming Dynasty, and witches and other things could only exist far away in the sealed mountains deep in western Hunan.

【Yes】

The river sand kept falling to the ground.

When he came to the Yellow River, during this period, Lin Feng could actually feel that the Yellow River was not peaceful. At this moment, there were already many strange objects and foreign objects that were staring at this sheepskin raft. For some reason, these strange things Objects and foreign objects did not move their mouths.

Because at this moment, Li Yuanhao, holding a dagger, brought the ceremony to the most important stage.

Behind it, dragging a large amount of strange white, among these white, do not know what is behind it.

In fact, the number of Li Yuanhao sinking into the Yellow River was quite a few.

Seeing Lin Feng's burning eyes, an ancient sigh finally came from here.

Lin Feng suppressed it with "intelligence", and the aura of the old sheepskin boatman in front of him became even weirder, and another hand grew out of Lin Feng's body, holding the tiger talisman.

Lin Feng turned one hand into a Dharma drum.

Soon, under the huge throughput, his lungs spit out the vitality, and finally the voice of "Sasha Sasha" did not appear again, but a big face gradually appeared in the air in front of him.

Standing on the fifteen-foot-high altar, he cut open the veins of cattle and sheep tied to their horns with red cloth, and poured a large amount of blood into the golden bowl!

What the hell is this?

There are torn colored stripes all around, and these colored stripes are constantly fluttering along the strong wind beside the Yellow River.

From twelve snares to 36 snares.

Li Yuanhao!
Li Yuanhao who was performing sacrifices.

It's not unusual for him to meet anything here.

The river sand collapsed, but the two characters still flashed in it.

Lin Feng said that he connected with the other party with 36 [nets], and a lot of river sand came out of the eyes of the old sheepskin boatman.

Just one click, like stabbing a hornet's nest.

After all, no one would stick a talisman on the window coffin outside an empty house.

He couldn't help being happy. To be honest, this time, Lin Feng's external force of "stewing himself in an iron pot" was not enough.

It could be seen that the old sheepskin boatman was in pain. He stretched out his hand, and he was far away from Lin Feng, but as soon as he grabbed it, a fleshless finger grabbed Lin Feng's arm.

However, Lin Feng watched the matter of the "spirit" again and again, wanting to determine what kind of "spirit" it was.

His temper is generally not very good.

Lin Feng's "sword eye" because of the sword, can't see the weakness of the person in front of him.

Just as Lin Feng swayed for a while, all the Xishen around him screamed and disappeared.

Until after the fifth person goes into the water.

Something like a clay pot floated to the shore.

Lin Feng's first thought was, "shipped".

The second thought was, "This shipment rate is like a guaranteed shipment."

(End of this chapter)