Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 340 Kowtow
These "masters" are willing to read poems, and Lin Feng will accompany them to read poems. They like to write poems written by Wang Zhu of the Northern Song Dynasty on the archway, and Lin Feng will accompany them to read poems.

Isn't it Wang Zhu's poem?
Everything just now is low-grade, but reading is high, which are two sentences in the poems of prodigy.

Wang Zhu also wrote another line of poetry that is almost as famous as this one.

Listening to the accusations like a tsunami, Lin Feng sang with his neck raised.

The poem is this poem, but the "meaning" is not this "meaning" anymore!

Wang Zhu also has a famous poem called "Xi".

There was no joy in his voice.

Some are relief!
[Long drought meets sweet rain, encounters old friends in other lands]

[The night of the bridal chamber, when the gold list is titled]

Lin Feng's "mind" is like a howling wind, while the "Masters" are like iron walls, with invisible turbulence impacting inside. Lin Feng is like a wild grass dancing with the wind, shuttling among the "Masters".

Every mouth is the output port of a spell, and Lin Feng beat his magic weapon heavily.

He had been practicing for a long time, and his mind was damaged and he broke the precepts.

They work because they sneak in and take a sip now and then.

"Master" turned into a piece of skin.

All arrows fired!

The surrounding weather turned into an imprisoning wall, the dragon's claw hit the spear, and it was slow for a while. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Feng let out a [duo] shout, and the sword went away with the breath, and the sword was lifted up, and the hair came first, until Chong Kui's waist.

"Please stop."

They were all the "masters" in the Confucian Temple.

One after another, the criminal evidence fell beside him.

"Thorn."

Wutong Immortal - Kui.

He walked towards the outside, looking like he wanted to stop the people outside.

These "contexts" are sealed in history. Strictly speaking, the means of these Wutong Immortals belong to the "generosity of others", and they use the context to treat guests.

With a sword slash, a head fell down, and the demon-binding rope flew out, rolled up the thing, and put it in the clay pot!
The huge demon let out a painful roar.

It is "Spring and Autumn Judgment".

It is [Fengdu Curse Ghost Sutra], they are like brand marks, hidden under the skin of these "masters", until the "seed" reaches a certain level, and then "click", all the mantras appear at the same time.

And when this person came out, people outside were almost arriving. The old buddies who were newly paid were digging hard with a shovel in their hands. This was something that Lin Feng had prepared before he came in. There is no doubt that the kiln soil is Dangerous, but also extremely important.

Thick, oil-like blood flowed out.

Bin Yaosuo has not received any blessings here, and naturally it is not as powerful as in the game, but Lin Feng's movements are still rigid, like harvesting.

It's about Lin Feng's practice behind him.

This is the sound of Lin Feng's cervical vertebra breaking.

As for the masks on him.

Every Xingjun has a special meaning to him. Pojun is the "Guandi" of Guandi Temple. What Lin Feng realized is not the sword talisman taught by Guandi in Guandi Temple. Pojun is the reality he saw. Above is the [Sword Talisman: Breaking the Army] cast by Miao Zhu.

Brother, come here, this is powerful.jpg.

It's just that the biggest problem now is that this "dead person" doesn't seem to be a human being.

His voice is very strange.

At this moment, they opened their mouths and spit out all kinds of words.

It's safe.

[Beidou Jiuchen, the great sage of Zhongtian.Go up to the Golden Tower, and down to Kunlun.Regulate the discipline, control the universe]

Lin Feng was unmoved.

In front of the case table was a thatched hut, and in the thatched hut lay a man quietly, wearing luxurious clothes and a mourning cloth covering his face.

The deafening sound, the roar of thousands of people, the majestic malice, the third eye between Lin Feng's eyebrows and the stimulation appeared, and his other hand, inside the big robe, with a palm and five fingers like a dragon, pointed towards Lin Feng's throat Dunk!

On his body, the dark, like a flame of viscous oil, kept spreading and burning on his body.

What he enshrines is himself!
Evil paths also have similarities. This person's choice is the same as that of the bodhisattva. They are all swallowed by their own demons, and their hands are covered with kiln clay and red and white mud.

Lin Feng's "meaning" is strong wind.

He stopped the thing in his hand in mid-air, stretched his hand to the ground, and kept smearing his hands with the mud mixed with the kiln clay on the ground and the red and white liquid.

These liquids were undoubtedly viscous and slippery, but he walked very steadily.

This person's mask looks blurry, but the oppression of the crowd is not diminished in the slightest because of the blurring of the mask.

Finally, the [嚩] character is formed.

Wutong Immortal has never been easy to fight.

Countless strange rhythms, like blood falling into the water, turning into strands and strands.

The red and white soil began to twist uncomfortably.

If you really want a fire sacrifice, you still need this.

In his left hand he holds a golden bowl.

They picked up the sword symbols in their hands.

It will take a lot of time to use the "context" to awaken this "corpse". In the past, they were executed in such a mess, because in the past, they had many sacrifices, but now they have declined badly.

Once, it will determine the outcome, but also life and death.

Known as the "five connections", without wisdom, how can it be possible to enter the right way?

Lin Feng's sword intent, which he had prepared a long time ago, flew towards his eyes overwhelmingly, and the old buddies who were fished out of the sunken ship stopped their work.

Facing these "Masters", Lin Feng acted like he was mowing the grass like a unparalleled one, even when others passed by, the "Masters" would disappear.

Between his hands, a lotus flower is slowly opening.

The consequence of forcibly staying in this underworld substitute Huangliangjie is that he will not wake up from a long sleep.

"Crack".

Among Lin Feng's sword moves, bloody mantras appeared one after another.

The "context" never belonged to them.

Because everyone, all those who survived, hoped for Prince Zuan to exorcise evil spirits.

He poured the red and white liquid in his big golden bowl on the ground continuously. It seemed that the big golden bowl would never dry up.

His fighting style is different from that of "Fuhao" in the mirror. His fighting style is both a mage and a warrior!
Lin Feng's fine hair stood up all over his body, and the pores on his whole body were wide open, like a steam engine in full swing.

A sword came out, and a vague figure was extremely domineering.

This is the Huangliang Realm. The Yellow Liang Realm is a substitute for the underworld. It is the realm where those conspiratorial and sneaky creatures linger after the underworld completely disappears. The spells that can be cast here are much more than those in the underworld.

The ancient note came hoarsely from Lin Feng's throat, and the "Master with Blue Face" on the opposite side reached out and pinched Lin Feng regardless of life and death.

The wind around Lin Feng automatically dispersed the dust in front of his eyes, making him clearly know who his enemy is.

He ignored the dirt, raised his hands up, and praised the Buddhas.

I used Zhang Jiayi and married Liang's wife.

The other hand is wearing a jewel glove. Unfortunately, because these jewels are often with the corpse, the divine light on them has disappeared at this moment.

He should belong to hell.

This is a resource, a lot of resources that Lin Feng needs.

He felt that someone was casting a spell not far from him, but that didn't matter. Others were here, but not all of his people were here.

【Sword Talisman; Breaking the Army】

The puppet's energy was sucked in by him, turned into blue ash, kicked away by Lin Feng, and faced the book building.

In Lin Feng's mind, a "essence" has now been filled in, so this sword has a special breakthrough!

The surroundings quickly turned into a prison. Lin Feng stabbed the ground with the magic weapon at hand, and outlined a vague mountain in the air with his thoughts.

means of tangible matter.

Someone carried three animals and respectfully placed them on a table. A "thin" man who looked like a piece of paper came up with a stick of incense in his hand, and put the incense into the incense burner in front of him. .

Shows a stain that seeps into it.

What he enshrined was not Vairocana.

Advancing without retreating is the tendency to break the army, but there is no intention in it.

It's just that this time, even the essence of the second life is not used.

The "Masters" retreated steadily, turned into powder from time to time, and fell into Lin Feng's body.

But now, there are such kiln soils everywhere, loads of soil moving outwards, nine Nuo opera masters plus a masked man standing in front of everyone.

It's just that this "Master" has some meaning. There are "masks" all over his body. He is wearing a big flowered clothes that symbolizes the number one scholar. Next to his left hand is a gong and drum, and between his right fingers is a string of copper coins.

He used the real "opposite way".

He also has a ton of good buddies who don't move.

at last.

In the study building, there was a strange sound, and then, a big face appeared in the study building. This big face was the "Master" enshrined in the temple painted with blue fangs.

He used a sword talisman.

With another clear voice, Lin Feng straightened his head and looked straight ahead with no expression on his face.

Behind him, with a whole team of people, they seem to be playing, playing and singing, and they are all good at it.

……

The reaper is harvesting the ripe wheat.

Lin Feng straightened his head with his hands.

They're not just digging, they're digging out an altar.

The person presiding over the ceremony said in a strange voice, and behind them, an even weirder person appeared.

This is the true face of the Wutong Immortal-Wen, and it is also the sacrifice that Lin Feng will take back this time. The "Wutong Immortal" behind the Li family has a variety of origins beyond Lin Feng's imagination. There may be more than five people in the Wutong Immortal .

Lin Feng pointed forward falsely, sketching in the air!

Like a torn piece of rag, it separated up and down and fell to the ground, turning into a thick and colorful letter in blood.

He was extremely tall, when Lin Feng saw him, he bent his knees slightly, reappeared, and was already in front of Lin Feng, the huge pen turned into the size of a judge's pen, and pointed towards Lin Feng's eyebrows!

Mount Tai.

This is the Big Dipper, the shaman of the Han Dynasty, the God of Mount Tai and the Big Dipper are also inextricably linked.

Countless "contexts" fell into his body. Since the previous "imperial examination" system was completely abolished in this land many years ago, the "contexts" that have lasted for hundreds of years have been countless. Imbued with clean breath, sealed up.

This figure is not Tian Chong Jun Xing Jun, this figure is the one he has seen before, standing up and throwing a punch!

As he walked, the skin under his feet kept cracking.

He is older.

One sword cuts two.

Tick-tock grease falls.

The palm was slapped, and the dust was flying.

There was the stench of protein decay.

It contained red and white filth.

A "person" wearing a "Wenquxing" red robe and a "Wenquxing" mask appeared in front of his eyes.

Wutong Immortal - Wen stretched out his hand in his pocket, put on his hat and put it on Lin Feng's head.

With the dust dissipated.

The mask on his body screamed, spitting out all kinds of crimes.

At this moment, the luxurious corpse lying here is filling and improving its fate by borrowing three points of luck inside.

Underneath, the darkness boiled, and a phantom of a temple was outlined. A golden light shot out between the eyebrows of the "Prince Zhuan" inside, igniting the opposite side in an instant!
No matter what the other person said, the incense of Zhuan Wangye Temple was still passed on, and its thoughts were righteous enough.

Not far from here, a ceremony is being held.

The mask opened its mouth, revealing a hideous face!
"Lost."

"Beidou Tianying Greedy Wolf Star Lord, Tianren Jumen Star Lord, Tianzhu Lucun Star Lord, Tianxin Wenqu Star Lord, Tianqin Lianzhen Star Lord, Tianfu Wuqu Star Lord, Tianchuang Army Star Lord."

It cannot be removed.

"Crack".

The bones in his hands were covered with tumors of various colors.

This is called "fragrant mud" covering one's hands. This is undoubtedly the way of Fa-rectification, but the question is, how can the people here perform Fa-rectification?

The wind came suddenly.

Corresponding to this, Lin Feng's forehead was hit hard, and his whole head was thrown back.

He listened carefully to the man's words, and walked towards the distance.

Not to mention this thing.

From the old book building behind these "Masters", there was a deafening roar, and the real "Wutong Immortal" couldn't sit still. The sound was not so much the voice of a living person, but an angry curse!

The "resentment" in the sky turned into a pen dipped in blue ink, circled towards Lin Feng, a giant hand reached out from the old book building, and slapped Lin Feng's body fiercely Lin Feng dodged calmly, knowing that the offerings were coming.

The first ones are nothing but unpopular things.

All the energy returned to Lin Feng's body following the mantra.

"Unkind and unrighteous."

Lin Feng raised his head slightly, and smelled the strong smell of incense candles that could not be wiped away.

He is one of the creators of this Huangliang world, and one of the most powerful existences among these "five-handed immortals".

There were streaks of blueness, and behind his blue-faced head, there were countless heads.

"Unfaithful and unfilial."

They were blowing locks, moving Yueqin, and playing guzheng. It was obviously a big sacrifice, but there was something indescribable in it.

Resentment pierces the heart!

Just by looking at it, you can see that this person is dirty!
Extremely dirty!

With so much kiln soil, if you spend money, you will have countless luck points.

Lin Feng is not an orthodox Taoist priest who has received the Dharma.

But that doesn't mean he can't use the Taoist altar.

Because he remembered someone said that everyone is related everywhere.

Everywhere is related, you owe me what I owe you, Lin Feng is very conscious, he feels that he has to owe others first.

This is called reciprocity!
(End of this chapter)