In the sting season, the Big Dipper points to the cangjia, the spring thunder appears, and the insects and beasts are shocked!

The forest is flourishing, the peach blossoms are fragrant, the south wind is warm at the beginning, the dove eagle is soaring, the gray is driving away the wilderness, and the clouds are gloomy.

Xuanniao thunders, light rain moistens the soil, nine clouds shine, Daze sleepless!

There is no thunder in shock, and the blood rain of Huangquan is stinging!

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"Good come, it's up to you and the other four next" The black pupils flashed with a strange light of the god of fire, smart and empty, Wu Zixu slowly opened his eyes, looked at the blood rain in the sky and said to Jiang Man and the four of them.

"You are optimistic, as long as you find out the geographical advantage, with the people and strength of our five veins, we will definitely be able to open the Huangquan Xiaoshengmen. ”

Jiang Man, Liu Xuanhuang, Duan Sheli, and Ge Tan looked flying and replied in unison.

"Strange Chronicles of the Gods" contains: In ancient times, one day, the sting did not arrive, the spring first nine thunders, the thunder ended, and then the south continued to rain blood. Ten days of rain, the ground appeared a blood rainbow, the blood rainbow came out of the ground, hung in the middle of the day, at that time, the rain was as heavy as a pearl.

For another ten days, the rain gradually decreased, the rain was as thin as silk, and the blood rainbow flickered. And for another ten days, the rain ceased and fell, sometimes heavy and sometimes small. Then the blood clouds covered the sky, and the heavens and the earth in the southern regions were all blood-red, and they did not see the light of day.

The blood rain lasted for more than a month, and then the blood rainbow turned into thirteen drops of black blood and flew away.

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Chu Ge reproduced in his mind the ancient book "Strange Chronicles of the Gods" that he had read, which was just in line with the current blood rain from the sky.

According to ancient books, such a scene recurs once every thousand years. Chu Ge looked at the rain of blood outside the Wu Temple, trying to answer the vision of the sky in front of him.

"Zixu, the time has appeared, where is the location?" Ge Tan, who swallowed the sea, took a sip of the wine in the gourd and asked Wu Zixu, he was an acute man, and he had to figure out everything

"If my prediction is correct, after this blood rain falls to the tenth day, the rain will become heavier, and when the rain is as heavy as a pearl, a blood rainbow will be strung out of the earth. Wu Zixu looked at Ge Tan, his eyes were deep, and he explained.

"So for now, we have to wait, and wait until ten days later, the day when the blood rainbow appears, it will be the time for me to go to the Yellow Spring to get water. ”

Wu Zixu's cold eyes of one red and one black scanned everyone, his eyes were firm, and he was bound to win.

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After four days, the sting had arrived, and there was not the slightest thunder, which was extremely surprising.

The rain of blood still fell, the blood mist was filled, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

But such an abnormal and strange weather did not have the slightest impact on the 'Patriarch' ceremony of the Ugo clan, and the people of the Ugo clan got the clan order of the ancestor Ugo and established Wu Zixu to become the new patriarch of the Ugo lineage.

Therefore, the people of the Ugo line have been very busy and happy these days.

However, Chu Ge was not interested in the personnel of the Ugo lineage, and watched the blood and rain on the mountain of Ugo Mountain every day, and his mood was complicated, and he only hoped that the time would pass quickly.

For another three days, the blood clouds covered the sky, there was no thunder, and the heavy blood rain in the sky became heavier and heavier, day and night, and the blood rain was overwhelming and endless.

At the beginning, the rain was like dewdrops, and its color was dark red.

Then, the rain was as heavy as soybeans, and its color was bright red.

Seven days of blood rain continued day and night, and the mountain of Ugo was full of blood red, and the bloody mist floated and wandered, and the blood rain stained the entire land of Ugo red.

Smelling the heavier and heavier smell of blood in the air, Chu Ge felt a little disgusting, a glimmer of light flashed in his deep eyes, and he suddenly remembered Jiang Man, I heard that she had a hundred years of sandalwood there, which could dilute the smell of blood in the air.

Blood and rain were falling, Chu Ge walked towards Jiang Man's residence, and found that Jiang Man's door was not closed, so he knocked on the half-open door and walked in.

A burst of mist and fragrance filled his nose, Chu Ge smelled bursts of green mist and sandalwood as soon as he stepped into the door, and what was strange was that Jiang Man's room was full of wicker scarecrows made of rice and paper and spring cold wood paper figures.

Ge Tan, who swallowed the sea, was also in Jiang Man's room, and the two were doing their own things.

Jiang Man is dressing the scarecrows in floral shirts and green skirts, and dressing up the scarecrows as beautiful as yellow flower girls. Ge Tan is tying the Chunhan wood paper figure, and after tying, he paints each paper figure with various weird colors, and by the way, he also inserts a Chunhan wood full of complex scriptures on the top of the paper man's head, which is very strange.

At this time, it was the middle of spring, and I don't know where Jiang Man got the scarecrow, as well as the spring cold wood.

"What are you doing?" Chu Ge asked with some curiosity as he saw the two of them so busy.

"Make up yin people, draw ghosts. Faintly replied, Ge Tan's eyes were cold, he didn't raise his head, and continued to tinker with the paper figure in his hand.

"Brother Xinyu is here, hurry, sit down. We are preparing for the opening of the Huangquan Birth Gate. You'll know in ten days, and when the time comes, you'll see how powerful my Zhurong Thirteen Veins are. Seeing Chu Ge coming to him, Jiang Man's mature face showed a burst of warmth, and he brought a wooden bench to Chu Ge.

After arranging for Chu Ge to sit down, the fire wheel jade lips opened slightly, and Jiang Man asked with a smile on his face, "I don't know what happened to Brother Xinyu's coming to find my sister?"

Chu Ge's heart warmed, smiled lightly, and he was very polite to Jiang Man: "Recently, this blood rain has been continuous, and the smell of blood on Wuge Mountain is too pungent, I heard that Sister Jiang Man has a hundred years of sandalwood here to cover the smell of blood in the air, so I came to my sister to ask for some." ”

"Even if you wait for small things, you have to worry about your big driver, come and come, take it, don't be polite to your sister. Taking out a jade vial from the Qiankun bag and handing it to Chu Ge, Jiang Manfusang raised his eyebrows lightly, and there was a trace of warm smile on his mature face, which was full of charm.

Taking the vial, Chu Ge saw that the two of them were still busy, and he didn't dare to fight more, so he thanked Jiang Man and went back to his residence.

In a quiet house, Chu Ge lit a hundred-year-old sandalwood incense, and the incense mist was filled, and the sandalwood filled the entire room. The aroma makes Chu Ge feel refreshed.

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Another day, there was wind, no thunder, the rain was still as heavy as soybeans, a breeze began to come from the north, and the blood rain drifted to the south. Looking from afar, there are some mountains in the south of Caiyun, forming blood rivers, blood rivers rapid, like blood dragons roaring and galloping in the mountains.

Another day, the north wind began to grow stronger, howling, and the southern mountain of Ugo was devoured by the blood rain, and turned into a mountain of blood that had shed layers of bloody skin.

On the tenth day, the north wind blew fiercely, the spring thunder roared, the rain was as heavy as a pearl, and the fierce smell of blood in the air filled the entire south of Caiyun.

With a brush, a blood rainbow came out from the south of the colorful clouds, and the blood rainbow hung between the mountains, flashing with purple divine light, and there were blood-colored souls surging in it, swirling, and the ghosts and corpses overlapped, making people shudder.

Chu Ge and the others rode the Ugo giant bird on the top of Ugo Mountain and looked at this dazzling blood rainbow, their eyes were hot and full of anticipation.

"Have you ever seen where the blood rainbow came from?" Wu Zixu looked at the blood rainbow in the air and shouted.

"In the direction of Guzhu Mountain in the south of Caiyun, just follow me. With a chuckle, Jiang Man's red lips opened slightly, and his beautiful eyes were full of confidence.

Holding a pen with one hand, Jiang Man took out two scarecrows in clothes from the Qiankun bag, and used the pen in his hand to touch the eyebrows of the scarecrow, and drew a clear ghostly eye and facial features for the scarecrow. Later, a crimson order was written on the scarecrow.

"Lingqi, the yin people ask for directions. With a soft drink, Jiang Man closed his eyes and concentrated, and performed his own secret method of helping the people.

The green aura and soul shadow surged back and forth in the air, the green eyes were oily, emitting a gloomy light, and the scarecrow seemed to be alive, turning into a graceful straw yin man, twisting its flexible and supple wicker limbs, and flying quickly towards the south of Mount Ugo.

"Keep up, don't lose it. Jiang Man carried the Xuanqing ruler on his back and took the lead in driving the Wuge bird to follow the straw yin man and fly in the air.

Liu Xuanhuang, Broken Away, and Ge Tan followed, and Chu Ge was held hostage by Wuzi in the end.

After flying for an hour, the six of them followed the straw yin people to a stop on a tall lonely mountain surrounded by wood-combed bamboo forests on all sides. At this time, Guzhu Mountain has been flooded by the blood rain, forming a big river of blood, the blood river is staggered, rushing in all directions, as far as the eye can see, there is no place for them to stay.

"It's up to you, Third Brother Ge. Jiang Man looked at the five people who followed, Fu Sang raised his eyebrows lightly, and said to Ge Tan.

"No problem, watch my paper ghost pave the bridge. Ge Tan took out the prepared paper from the Qiankun bag and threw it into the air of Guzhu Mountain.

"Sickness, paper ghosts pave bridges. Ge Tan picked up the musket in his hand and wrote a big word in the air.

Picking up the fire gourd, Ge Tan took a sip of wine, and then sprayed the paper figure in the air.

The fiery red breath surrounded the body, a ghost screamed, and the paper man seemed to be alive, turning into a miserable spring cold paper ghost, embracing each other into a group of wooden people and ghost soldiers, and building a green fire paper bridge on the top of the blood river of Guzhu Mountain. The fire was dazzling, dazzling, and the paper bridge piled up by the paper ghost corps led straight to the blood rainbow in the air.

But it is also strange, the blood rain as big as a pearl pours down, the green fire paper bridge is not moving, it is as solid as a rock, and the blazing flame on the bridge is not affected at all, it is strange.

Seeing this, Ge Tan took a sip of Canghai Fire Wine, and the Sangtian Phantom Wheel on his body, and then, took out the fire gourd in his hand and put it on the paper bridge, the fire gourd kept turning in a circle, bursting out with a powerful attraction, and when the circle was shining, the fire gourd quickly became larger, and it was actually sucking the light of the blood rainbow in mid-air.

"No wonder three days ago, the two of them were busy, it turned out that this yin ghost thing was so useful. Chu Ge turned his pulse and followed everyone to jump off the paper bridge from the Ugo bird, his eyes were smart, and he muttered to himself in his heart.

"Sister Jiang Man, quickly find out the place where the blood rainbow came out, and open the door by yourself according to the method I said, I am afraid that there will be changes later. Wu Zixu stood on the bridge and shouted at Jiang Man.

"Okay" Jiang Man responded, and hurriedly threw out ninety-nine eighty-one scarecrows from the Qiankun bag, and then Xuanqingyu raised his hand, took out a wicker yin figure carved from wood from his arms, and dipped the pen in his hand with cinnabar water, and at the center of the eyebrows of the wooden yin man, the two big characters of 'Fu Ping' appeared strangely on the wooden yin man.

A faint aura was entwined in the pen, flashing the light of the rune shadow, Jiang Man picked up the pen in his hand and put it on his eyebrows, and drew two big characters on his body: 'Fu Ping'.

"The art of supporting the puppet, the positioning of the puppet. ”

With a soft snort, Jiang Man picked up the wooden yin figure in his hand and threw it into the air, and the word Fu Ping on the wood glowed with golden light, broke out of his body, and rushed straight down towards the middle of the blood river.

"The door can be opened in the middle of the river of blood. Wu Zixu looked at the golden light in the middle of the flowing river of blood, and there was excitement in his strange pupils that was difficult to hide.

"Make your own pen and draw the door with your life. Jiang Man punched the wooden yin man into his body, took out a blue incense from the Qiankun bag, lit it and inserted it on the top of his head.

The fragrance is lingering, the blue light is shrouded, Jiang Man's mouth is scolding, his eyes are closed, and his feet are on his knees.

With a bang, eighty-one straw yin people in the air flew towards Jiang Man, frantically and greedily inhaling the aroma of smoke above Jiang Man's head, and then emitting a bright golden light, the wicker limbs rotated, and spun around Jiang Man extremely quickly.

"Boom"

When the incense above Jiang Man's head burned out, a raging fire suddenly ignited above Jiang Man's head, and then his body began to burn, the fire was smart, like a fire lotus blooming, and a layer of strange blue wreath shrouded in it, glowing with a faint ghostly light.

Jiang Man still had her eyes closed, her legs on her knees, motionless, and the fire didn't seem to have the slightest effect on her.

The blood rain in Guzhu Mountain was as big as a pearl, and it still fell, and under the cover of the blood rain, the fire on Jiang Man's head was not extinguished, but burned bigger and bigger. But in an instant, eighty-one scarecrows were burned to ashes.

"Ahem"

The blue and gray talisman fire, the mouth and the pen, Jiang Man's warm heart was hot, and he spit out a mouthful of blood from the depths of his throat, sweat like rain, and the blood spit out slowly flowed along the jade neck, spreading on his body, mixed with the ashes of the scarecrow, and quickly fell in front of Jiang Man's legs.

Fu Sang's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, Jiang Man's mouth was still closed, his eyes were still closed, and the pen in his mouth was stained with blood ash, and he drew it on the paper bridge.

The pen was shining, Jiang Man's head swayed from side to side, the pen was like ink, and after drawing a door, his face was pale, and his whole body began to tremble, as if he couldn't support it.

"This is the secret technique of supporting the beggar, turning yin with one's own body, and painting things with one's life. Liu Xuanhuang looked at Jiang Man, who seemed to be desperate, and was a little surprised.

"Yes, Jiang Man has to subtract at least ten years of life this time, and I don't know what benefits Zixu has given her. Breaking away from the frown, and then Liu Xuanhuang's words.

"Ten years? I don't think so, at least twenty years of life. Liu Xuanhuang shook his head and sighed softly.

As soon as Liu Xuanhuang finished speaking, he saw Jiang Man, his face turned from pale to ashes, and on his mist-shrouded face, the seven holes began to bleed, but with a breath, the blood from the seven holes quickly dripped to the pen, and the pen let out a buzzing tremor.

Fusang's eyebrows condensed slightly, Jiang Man's mouth was stained with blood dripping from seven holes, and he quickly wrote a big word in the door he had just drawn.

The crimson aura slowly flowed on the pen, and the pen was inserted into the door of the paper bridge painting, Jiang Man stood up, his feet trembled slightly, his posture staggered, and he couldn't stand.

Jiang Man shook the pen in his mouth hard, and threw it to the golden point in the middle of the blood river, and the pen moved to the door, and the pen flew towards the blood river with a strange paper door.

"Bang!"

With a shocking sound, the pen and paper door were embedded in the depths of the blood river.

"Fu Ping secret technique, out of nothing. ”

The ruddy fire wheel let out a coquettish reprimand, Jiang Man slowly opened his eyes, and quickly took the wooden yin man out of his body, and then, with a magic spell in his mouth, he squirted out a mouthful of cyan blood to the wooden yin man, and wrote a big word on the wooden yin man with the blood.

The blood mist was shrouded, and the blood light rotated, Jiang Man's eyes were closed, and he slapped the wooden yin man towards the paper door in the blood river, and then spit blood in his mouth, and his arrogant body twitched for a while, and he was a little weakly paralyzed, and he fell to the ground.

As soon as the wooden yin man flew in front of the paper door, it turned into a red light and melted into the paper door.

The blue light drifted away, the paper door slowly became larger and condensed, and a strong aura filled with blood and gas floated out of the middle, but after ten breaths, the paper door became a real black Huangquan ghost gate.

The yellow sand behind the door is all over the ground, stretching and flowing, and there is no bottom!