After the Death Scythe was temporarily promoted, a pair of pale-skinned, sharp-eyed arms stretched out from the cracks in the space and grabbed at the lifeless old mother.

The old god, who had always been full of self-confidence, finally restrained his contempt and drove the vast power of faith to meet the arm of the god of death.

"Click"

A trace of cracks appeared in the scythe in Yuan Ruan's hand, and as the power of faith compressed the arm back into the spatial crack, more and more fine fragments appeared.

Outside the Taoist temple, the undisturbed shaman bishop stopped dancing, and the divine drum carved with the five immortals in front of him was suspended out of thin air, starting from the snake shadow, and the five great protector immortals appeared next to the shaman bishop one by one.

Passages of Manchu prayers echoed around, conjuring up countless flying colorful feather magpies.

At the end of the prayer, the magpies in the sky form a longbow. The five great protectors flew away from the shaman's side and condensed into arrows that rested on the bowstring.

The shaman finished praying, respectfully took out an oil paint mask from his bosom and put it on his face, and his whole personality changed suddenly.

Shang Biao had been paying close attention to the shaman's movements, and when he saw her skillfully swinging her bow and arrows after putting on the mask, he recalled the legend he had heard about the Manchu bow god 'Duolong Gege'.

In ancient times, a group of black rocos flew from the seaside, they had iron claws and steel beaks, and they were infinitely powerful, eating live people and beasts, bringing deep disasters to people.

At that time, the daughter of the Manchu tribal chieftain, 'Duolong Gege', could not bear the suffering of the tribesmen and begged for a solution. Later, under the guidance of the tribal shaman, he waded through mountains and rivers, and found a colorful magpie in the white mountain and black water, and under the guidance of the magpie, he practiced a magical archery.

In the end, she shot Hei Dapeng with a magic arrow, eliminating harm for the people, and taught the skills of bows and arrows to her clansmen. Since then, she has been worshipped as the god of hunting and bows by the Manchu tribes who have passed on her bow and arrow skills.

Just as Shang Biao was recalling the legend of Duolong Gege, the shaman bishop who asked the god to possess him shot an arrow related to the fortunes of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

Feeling the threat behind her, the lifeless old mother appeared beside the golden lotus of faith to protect herself, and the arm of the god of death who was oppressed by her took the opportunity to stretch forward.

What's going on, it shouldn't be like this, the negative response attitude of the childless mother made Shang Biao wonder.

This ancient god has been unpredictable to Shang Biao since he appeared, and he obviously has countless opportunities to merge with Lin Cong'er to occupy the physical body, but he has been teasing several people like cat and mouse.

Now, in response to the raid of the shamanic bishop, he only defended himself with faith in the golden lotus, and did not make any counterattack.

Shang Biao didn't believe that she only had this means, otherwise she would be too sorry for the power of faith that had accumulated for thousands of years and was as vast as an abyss.

The streamer's arrows broke through the golden lotus of faith, and the divine body of the lifeless old mother was in the middle.

Faith and will are all called acquired merits, and the non-staining of all laws is the basic characteristic!

At this time, the pure golden body of the lifeless old mother's faith actually appeared a trace of filth, and where it was shot by the arrow, a trace of black xenomorph energy gradually spread.

If nothing else, the lifeless old mother will be dragged into the alien space of the god of death when her golden body is broken.

However, the situation did not develop as Shang Biao expected, and Yuan Ruan's Death Scythe could no longer hold on, and it shattered.

The pale Grim Reaper's arm reluctantly retracted, and the dark spatial crack slowly healed.

Yuan Ruan looked at the debris all over the ground dejectedly, and the God of War whetstone in his hand also turned into an ordinary gray stone, and he tried his best to find nothing in the end.

If it was just for a silver-level item, the price she paid would be a bit big.

On the other side, after losing Yuan Ruan's restraint, the lifeless old mother actually showed a look of disappointment on her face, and reached out to hold the five immortal arrows that were inserted in her chest.

"If that's all you have, stay here today!"

The arrow was pulled out by a thread, and the voice of the lifeless old mother who could not distinguish joy and anger made several actors around the shaman bishop take a few steps back, and it seemed that once the situation was not right, they would retreat as soon as possible.

"Knock~"

Invisible ripples are centered on the drum and radiate in all directions.

The shaman's heart was spurted with blood, and his hands beat like raindrops.

A majestic mountain is projected in the sky, and the spiritual mountain is like a child compared to it.

At this time, the face of the shaman bishop gradually changed, with yellow face, white lips, blue cheeks, blue forehead, black eyebrows, and five different colors on one face.

This is ~ Changbai Mountain!

Shang Biao had personally been to Changbai Mountain in reality, so he naturally recognized this snow-covered mountain range at a glance.

The mountain is Changbai Mountain, and the shaman bishop represents the common protector of the Manchu tribes at this time - Chaoha Zhanye! Translated into Chinese, it is, the god of Changbai Mountain!

Finally cut to the chase, Shang Biao said secretly in his heart.

Since the shaman bishop has summoned the god of Changbai Mountain, whether it is success or failure, it will be the final blow.

At the same time, Shang Biao also noticed that the childless old mother still pulled out the arrow without hurry and let the shaman bishop cast a spell.

Crystal snowflakes gradually fell from the sky, and the shaman bishop stretched out his arms and flew into the projection of Changbai Mountain.

In the process of flying, her entire body gradually shrank, until in the end, only the mask of the Changbai Mountain God remained.

The lifeless old mother, who was drawing arrows, suddenly stopped moving, and the power of faith in her body surged towards the mask of the god of Changbai Mountain in the sky like a tide.

"Click"

The arrows inserted in her body shattered and turned into powder, and the lifeless old mother finally showed her true strength.

Although the power of faith in his body was passing, in Shang Biao's open eyes, there was a wonderful spiritual charm that was secretly extracted from the projection of Changbai Mountain by the lifeless old mother.

In the sky, the mask of the shaman's bishop seems to have discovered this, mobilizing his strength to resist the theft of the lifeless mother.

"Hehe, don't you want to suppress me in Changbai Mountain, old mother, I am as you wish, why did you regret it again. It's not going to work! ”

The speed at which the childless old mother extracted the spiritual rhyme of Changbai Mountain suddenly accelerated, and it became blatant.

Thousands of miles away from this, the real Changbai Mountain is staged a scene like the end of the world. The volcano erupted hot magma, and puffs of black smoke drifted into the sky. The snow that had accumulated for eternity collapsed.

Birds and beasts flee in groups in panic, and the two who are usually natural enemies can run side by side unharmed.

"What do you want to do, why do you want to exchange the power of your faith for my Manchu Soul Seed Spiritual Root?"

The voice of the shaman came from the mask of the god of Changbai Mountain, but it was as weak as a candle in the wind.

"God, I'm tired of doing it, of course I want to try it once! These powers of faith will be preserved by you for the time being, and after a hundred years, I will take them for myself! ”

Through the last power of faith, the lifeless old mother integrated the extracted spiritual rhyme into her own primordial spirit.

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