The real god, in China, is the exclusive domain of the witchcraft era, and no god will be born in the future life. And Ding Xiaocong said that he saw God!

What is God like in Ding Xiaocong's eyes? It was a soul, very small, only one point, embedded in the eyebrows of the mica statue, completely different from ordinary people, it was colorful, and in the eyes of the witch, it was even more gorgeous than this mica boat.

This kind of soul can only be possessed by God, Professor Mi mentioned this truth in his early years.

I never imagined that I would see God in this earth! Only, who is this God? There are far fewer real gods than in the legends, and there are definitely no more than five gods who have become gods in this Wushan generation.

The King of the Black Sheep should not be able to reach the level of a god, and it is not here that Xi Wen became a god, so only ......

Ding Xiaocong was startled, ran to the edge of the cave again, opened the witch's eyes again, and called in his heart at the same time. God can hear people's thoughts, but he is disappointed, and there is no response.

Even a god who is almost immortal, after thousands of years in this underground magma, is already weak, and Ding Xiaocong is not even sure whether this god is still conscious.

The cow foreman was still pestering, and he chased after Ding Xiaocong and asked, "Why can't you sell it?" ”

After repeatedly calling and getting no response, Ding Xiaocong was so anxious that his heart was on fire, and he pushed him away and reprimanded: "You can't stop it?" ”

Next, Ding Xiaocong used another method, he faced the statue on the small boat and began to chant ghost sounds.

The strange tune echoed in this underground hell, adding a bit of gloom, and the cow foreman was excited by this tune, and couldn't help but shudder, looking at Ding Xiaocong's eyes with a hint of fear.

Hua Hongying and Guo Yunxiang understood what Ding Xiaocong was going to do, and hurriedly stood beside him, afraid that Foreman Niu would make any unfavorable moves.

The ghost sound became more and more unpleasant, and the three of them were sweating hot, but they got goosebumps when they heard it.

Looking at Ding Xiaocong again, he has never sung so reverently in his life, and he has completely sunk into this ancient tune, at this moment, he feels as if he has become a ghost, about to float out of the sea of knowledge, the mica statue seems to have a natural attraction, let him move closer.

The chant lasted for ten minutes, never broken, and the five notes had one thing in common, they could be pronounced both inhaling and exhaling, and theoretically they could continue to sing until some kind of communication was completed.

Finally, the sight in front of him changed, and Ding Xiaocong felt that he was maintaining the vision of the witch's eye and was approaching the small boat.

Attracted by God, his soul actually left the body!

At the entrance of the cave, Ding Xiaocong, who had no soul, immediately went down into limp, but fortunately, there were two people guarding him, and he quickly pulled him back.

"Shallots! What's wrong with you, shallot?! Guo Yunxiang was frightened and hugged Ding Xiaocong and shouted loudly.

Hua Hongying tried it with her hands, her face turned pale in an instant, and Ding Xiaocong didn't even have a heartbeat.

Ding Xiaocong was still floating towards the statue, this was an innate attraction, his soul couldn't resist it at all, and he could hear Guo Yunxiang calling his name in his ears, but he couldn't hear it faintly.

Ding Xiaocong finally floated onto the boat, and the statue was within reach, and at this moment, he saw that the mica statue seemed to open its eyes, and then, the high-pitched chant of the tune burst out from the soul.

As if swept by a shock wave, Ding Xiaocong's soul immediately reversed and returned to his body in a blink of an eye.

In Guo Yunxiang's crying and shaking, Ding Xiaocong suddenly opened his eyes, and after taking a few breaths, he grabbed Guo Yunxiang's hand and exclaimed: "I know who it is, mountain god Wu Xian!" It's the mountain god Wu Xian! ”

The mountain god is not the mountain god in myths and legends, the real mountain god, Wu Xian, who sings a unique mountain sound through the ages!

Communicate with the mountains with the sound of the mountains, the soul merges into the mountains and rivers, and there is no one else in the world except Wuxian!

"Shallot, you are calm." Guo Yunxiang was frightened and kept stroking Ding Xiaocong's chest.

Ding Xiaocong was stunned, "Can't you hear?" The sound of the mountain ......"

The other three were stunned, and after listening carefully, they shook their heads, and they couldn't hear anything.

Looking at Ding Xiaocong again, he was already fascinated by what he heard, and gradually calmed down, with a deep obsession in his eyes. Maybe it was because he was a witch, maybe he thought he had just communicated with the spirit, as if only he could hear the voice.

This mountain sound, melodious and frustrating, high-pitched and loud, is like reciting a psalm that will never have an end, a real swan song for the ages!

This voice is inaudible, the mountain can be heard, I don't know how long the sleeping Wuxian spirit chanted the beginning of the mountain sound, gradually, the nearby rock formations began to vibrate, and the mica crystals emitted a crisp and pleasant "ding dong" sound on their own, as if they were cheerfully responding.

Gradually, the mountains and rivers resonated, and the mountain sound touched more and more widely, as the god of Wushan, the entire Wushan was Wu Xian's body, and with his voice, there was a subtle vibration that could not be detected.

Hua Hongying and Guo Yunxiang also sensed it, they were dumbfounded, looking around, as if something was hitting their souls.

Outside the mine, the bespectacled young man also seemed to notice something, and raised a hand to interrupt the conversation of his subordinates, "Don't make a sound, did you hear any sound?" ”

All the subordinates were at a loss.

Farther away, a green figure galloped under the moon, followed by a yellow line. Jiang Bai didn't know where Ding Xiaocong and the others had gone, and they were rushing to Xiawutou Village.

Suddenly, a vague, but incomparably high-pitched voice came into her mind, and her steps suddenly stopped.

"Yamane! It's a mountain sound! Jiang Bai was shocked, she herself was a mountain witch, and she instantly recognized what kind of sound this was, but she didn't expect to hear the real mountain sound in the depths of this Wu Mountain.

The vibration of the rock formation caused by the sound wave is still spreading around, Jiang Bai was shocked, this mountain sound is too powerful, right? Unbelievable, her mother couldn't do it.

After a little hesitation, Jiang Bai gave up his original plan and turned in the direction where Shanyin came from.

The sound wave was still spreading along the rock formation, and in the blink of an eye, it swept through a small county town, and in a small courtyard, a thin old man in a strange brocade robe sat in the courtyard and suddenly opened his eyes, looking east in disbelief. Immediately, the shock on the old man's face dissolved, and he laughed out loud and said to himself, "Lived, really lived!" ”

At the entrance of the mine, the man with glasses listened carefully, his face was cloudy, and all the subordinates around him were inexplicable, but no one dared to make a sound.

The more the man listened, the more irritated he became, and he suddenly stood up and waved his hand, "Don't wait, I'm afraid things will change, you, you, you, and you, all go down!" ”