【Blessed by the Mountain God】

【Mountain God's Fury】

Both states sound like good things, one increases survivability and the other adds critical hits.

In addition, with the dragon and tiger qi special effect of [Jinyi Guard], in the face of ordinary evil, Lin Feng is estimated to be able to burst out with amazing critical hits.

However, what Lin Feng cared about the most was another thing that the mountain god gave him.

[Shaman's Cultivation Method].

Shamanism, in its broadest sense, is found all over the world.

Most shamanisms believe that all things have spirits, and shamans are important intermediaries between spirits and people.

Shamanic shamans can actually be called mediums.

Through specific rituals, that is, mantras and magic weapons, the great god invites a certain kind of spirit to possess the helpers.

Lin Feng clicked on the [Shaman's Cultivation Method].

Dense information passed into his mind.

Just when he was in a trance, during the game, a banyan tree aerial root ghostly came in from the open banyan tree skylight, and slammed it towards Lin Feng's brain.

Lin Feng noticed that he was a little late.

He was immersed in the ocean of knowledge and was opened.

The roots of this banyan tree even opened Lin Feng's brain, and he drank it bitterly.

Lin Feng did not die from the revival of the Blood God, but died in the hands of the Banyan Tree.

I don't know what's wrong with this banyan tree.

Engage in sneak attacks.

The person was dead, and Lin Feng had long been surprised.

This is a broken game, and I'm used to it.

He was forcibly excluded from the world.

Standing in the dark game space, listening to the high-pitched and crazy suona, the disturbing whispering, the woman's cry, and some new sounds appeared, the sound of pouring rain.

These sounds are mixed together, and the magic sound fills the ears, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Just listening to this music, it seems that even my body is contaminated with some wet and damp breath.

In the darkness outside, there seemed to be a crying woman secretly observing.

The air is turbid, the breath is not smooth, and it causes people to be sick.

Lin Feng stood in the dark, pondering the [Shaman Priest Cultivation Method], and did not withdraw. The person who compiled the cultivation method was not a mountain god.

The mountain god only recorded and preserved this cultivation method.

The preface is a few hundred words, which cleans up the cynicism of this Dharma man.

He said that the cultivation of lay people in this world is all for that official character and for one right.

The monk looked at the pearl and looked good-looking, so he hung the pearl on his clothes, showing a smiling face on the top, and being mean on the bottom.

Dao Ye walked on the upper route, elite education, five stone scattering, killing pills, a pair of medicine stickers down, how many palace maids and babies starved to death, how many sanctimonious appearances he was used to.

Reclusive people, more hypocrites, so many mountains and rivers in the world, run to Zhongnan Mountain next to the capital.

A shortcut to the south.

These people, even this method of cultivation is borrowed from the imperial court grade.

The officials went from the nine-grade sesame to the first-grade masters, and their cultivation also went from the nine-grade to the first-grade.

The people who can't get used to these people and left this method should have come to Xiangxi and founded this method themselves?

The practice of this shaman priest has its shackles and benefits, and it is one and the same.

The shackles, that is, there is no backstage, even if you are successful in cultivation, you are alone, in the west, the Buddha will not help you, you will be called a heavenly official, and the gods will not care.

It is the practice of idle clouds and wild cranes.

In other words, Taoism and Buddhism are all civil servants who cultivate immortals, and when they enter the door, they are their own people.

Even if you can't do it yourself, you can ask the organization to help.

The advantage is freedom, you can learn when you learn, there is no master-apprentice relationship, and there is no ancestral discipleship.

Originally, Lin Feng didn't plan to learn it, but when he saw this introduction, he was a little moved.

Mainly Lin Feng, he is also an idle person, he did self-media when he was in college, he only worked and did not go to work when he left school, he has long been accustomed to the so-called "idle clouds and wild cranes", and suddenly saw this practice method and was very interested.

Although it is said that his cultivation is strong and there is no backstage, in other words, he has no power, so naturally he has no obligations.

Glancing at the cooldown, there are still fifty minutes left before the third act can be played.

He glanced at the third act one more time.

【Xiangxi Blood God】

[Act III: The Road]

【Go to Niutou Village alive】

[Life Remaining: 3]

[Reward for completing the task: One or two luck luck, the method of obtaining the blessing of luck]

[Low-level mission, failed, one-hour cooldown]

【Start the game】

【Exit the Game】

Like the second act, when Lin Feng saw the blood letter, his eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, the cutscene began.

Although the game can't be played, the cutscenes can still be watched.

At the gate of Qingquan Village, three people lived.

Lin Feng was panting, and in front of him, he turned into a pool of blood.

Zhu Baihu's face was a little pale, he didn't breathe, he leaned on the side of the pot to rest, Lin Feng was holding his sword, and he was also struggling.

The guide is still alive, stumbling out of the cottage, he is not considered a teammate by the game, but he is a human being.

But at the moment, he stenched.

There are also dead flies falling.

Glancing at the two of them, the names on their heads remained the same.

Lin Feng took out the map, and after unfolding it, he saw Niutou Village, which was dotted with blood, and it was black.

However, the rest of the place, Lin Feng couldn't understand it.

Ancient and modern maps, there is a big difference.

handed the map to Zhu Baihu, who also shook his head.

Lin Feng thought of the tool man guide.

Beckon.

[Come and see this map]

The guide walked over, he took the map, and discerned: [Niutou Village is forty miles away from here, almost three hours to go, now is the time, Dao Ye, my lord, we have to set off as soon as possible, we must rush to Niutou Village before the time, the deep mountains of Xiangxi are no better than others, even if it is human oil wax, it can't deceive the transit Yin God in the deep mountains]

Lin Feng: [Okay, let's go, but what's this roadside dot?] 】

Guide: [This is the Xishen Inn]

The three of them talked as they walked, drifting apart, and Lin Feng's perspective was like a mobile phone that had been left in place, watching them leave.

Lin Feng: [What is Xishen Inn? 】

Guide: [Xishen, it's a zombie, Xishen Inn, it's an inn called a corpse chaser]

Lin Feng: [Isn't this the territory of Thirty-six Villages? How is there still a Xishen Inn? 】

Guide: [This is the secret of the corpse chaser, Dao Ye, I don't know either]

It's been almost half an hour since I walked.

The angle of view is wrong.

Lin Feng frowned.

He still didn't move.

It was at this time that he heard a "bang, bang", the sound of something exploding behind him.

As this voice sounded, Lin Feng's perspective changed.

He turned his head, and his perspective quickly blurred! He seemed to be caught in front of him by an invisible big hand, and soon caught the [Qingquan Village Forbidden Land].

The perspective stopped, and outside the forbidden land, the dead corpses, their stomachs burst open one by one, and the red worms were like mountains and seas, burrowing into the banyan tree, dyeing the entire old banyan tree a blood-red color.

In the belly of the old banyan tree, there was a wail of the shrine, the mountain god enshrined in Qingquan Village had never been defeated by the blood god after all, Lin Feng saw the head of the banyan tree, [Blood God, second stage].

The massive banyan tree uprooted its aerial roots, and on its outer bark, blood-colored faces appeared.

Lin Feng frowned.

His speculation was completely overturned.

He originally thought that the god of blood was a dead man who had lost his skin.

But now, an old banyan tree has become a blood god under his nose!