[You are suffering from the forcible inheritance of the priests]

【You are gaining knowledge】

[Congratulations, you have obtained the secret of the priesthood, the ancient knowledge: the eye of the qi contemplation]

【You are gaining knowledge】

[Qi Observation Eye (Remnant): A variant of the art of Kanyu. The matter involves heavenly machines, more than half of the self-destruction, and the Qi Observation Law Eye is divided into thirty-six parts for some reason, and this is one of them]

[Qi is the body of matter, and those who observe qi are also worthy of public opinion. Kanyu, since the beginning of the Yellow Emperor, is a priesthood.

Since the Han Dynasty was a watershed, before the Han Dynasty, the art of Kanyu became the art of humanity, focusing on heaven, earth and man. After the Han Dynasty, the art of Kanyu, based on qi, was divided into many sects.

The Qi Observation Eye you get, the inheritance is dilapidated and old, only one of them can be observed, and the bottom of others can be observed, as the so-called, the blessing can not be enjoyed, the momentum cannot be exhausted, and the aggregation of the thirty-six Qi Observation Eyes will cause a huge disaster.

[Congratulations, you have obtained the secret of the Qi Observation Eye]

This time, there seems to be a faint reminder in the narration.

Soon, though, the next sharp pain came.

made Lin Feng forget about this matter for the time being.

[You are suffering from the forcible inheritance of the priests]

【You are gaining knowledge......】

[Knowledge has not been acquired]

[Your Will Is Broken]

[You have been assimilated by the Flesh Priest Mask]

[You're dead]

Excluded from the game.

Lin Feng took off his helmet.

Fall into .jpg of contemplation.

This mask kills, so regular.

Die once and get a piece of knowledge.

Tong Su is not bullied.

Of course, this is also his bullying of the rest of the people, and he can't just keep dying and resurrecting like himself.

Lin Feng didn't think this was a bug.

At best, this is a good use of game mechanics.

That's how this game is played.

However, this way you get skills, and it's not very friendly to others.

When suffering from pain, the kind of severe pain that wants to die or live, Lin Feng has a feeling that it is not in the game, this kind of pain is a real pain without any attenuation.

If that were the case, he wouldn't have died by now, which was a bit of luck.

If it weren't for Lin Feng's passive swordsmanship, constantly sharpening his spirit during the battle, he was afraid that he would not be able to withstand such a "torture".

Torment is also a part of the game.

Lin Feng even had time to savor the feeling of being on the verge of death.

How to say it.

The Flesh and Blood Priest Mask is worn on a person's face, as if it has been crawled onto the face by a face-hugging worm, and it invades from the five senses and seven orifices.

This mask is indeed very evil!

The three chances of death are gone.

I can't go back to the game for the time being.

The three lives are all on this side, and they have nothing to do with the main story.

Lin Feng was not disappointed at all.

Tapping his teeth, looking at the extra few active skills, Lin Feng opened the window and called the hot air outside the door to rush in.

Out of the game, without the blessing of the [Power of the Mountain God], he is still a nine-grade qi.

But it didn't matter, looking at the few new active skills that had come out, Lin Feng didn't try to sacrifice his own blow.

Who does he hit?

A look at the door panel?

A little against the TV backdrop?

Believe it or not, today he demolished the house, and tomorrow the landlord will rush back from the copying shop, holding the big colander in his hand, and asking for his life without saying a word?

got a game console, and with some small means that surpassed ordinary people, Lin Feng was not so mad that he killed the landlord Xian because of his own mistakes.

Not.

How inflated.

Lin Feng decided to be on the safe side, or use the "Meal Wind Drink Dew" first, after all, this sounds more reliable, like Bigu.

Meal style drink dew, Lin Feng didn't need to cross his knees, he didn't need to be "settled", he simply used the meal style drink dew, and suddenly, he felt a burst of blind, irrational hunger, which appeared from his body, and he couldn't tell what kind of hunger was.

Is it the stomach? Is it the gut, or is it the brain?

I don't know, I'm hungry!

Lin Feng exerted his strength under his feet, and before he could contain his strength, the floor tiles were shattered by his foot, and the person came to the front of the refrigerator like a gust of wind.

When I opened the refrigerator, I didn't care about the heat or cold, and stuffed it into my stomach one bite at a time.

But this scorching, sudden and terrible hunger did not alleviate anything, as if the food in front of him had no effect on his stomach in the slightest.

Subconsciously, he made a strange gesture with his hands, and a sound like a cry rolled out of his throat, which was contrary to common sense and damaged the human throat.

Even after a day of Qi collection and nourishment, Lin Feng's throat was also "strained", and a rust-like smell of blood appeared from his throat, eyes, and nasal cavity.

I breathe with this smell of blood.

It's very uncomfortable.

But I can't take care of it.

This smell of blood did not arouse his bestiality either.

Driven by hunger, Lin Feng's hands changed again, there was no sacrificial weapon, he came by himself.

Under the footsteps, there was a strange step, which was the communication between man and the gods.

The way of doing things with dance.

Dance, tunes, and words are the ways and channels of communication between humans and gods, and what Lin Feng is dancing now is a strange dance.

Lin Feng didn't know what he was dancing with.

His dance is full of a wild unrestrained and uninhibited.

Some actions are not something that people can do at all.

Fortunately, Lin Feng's body is soft, and the nine grades of qi are collected, even if the muscles are torn and strained, it will not affect the progress of this dance, and gradually, under the progress of this dance, there is a lot of wind around Lin Feng.

At first it was a faintly invisible wind.

This is followed by a wind that can blow up the leaves.

When you get to the back, you just blow the curtains, blow up the skirts, and blow the wind that makes people feel comfortable!

The wind poured in from the window that Lin Feng opened, and when it came to Lin Feng's side, he was swallowed by Lin Feng's skin, Lin Feng opened his mouth, as if devouring Ganlin, a large amount of the wind around him, this wind did not enter his lungs, but passed through his throat and entered the skin.

Fortunately, Lin Feng fell into hunger at this time.

Otherwise, he would have suffered from an occupational disease.

I have to complain.

Pinched numbness, within two days of practice, it became a dual-core drive.

One lung, one skin.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the house Lin Feng rented became the source of this wind, and Lin Feng did not have a full stomach.

The dance lasted for more than half an hour, and even the sound of his voice rolling out of his throat also rolled out for half an hour.

During this time, someone must have heard the sounds of dancing and sacrifices.

But no one came up to stop it.

At the beginning, Lin Feng's sound of his feet on the ground was still very small, but when he got to the back, under his passion, he couldn't take care of these things, and the steps were the same as installing a vibrator.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Lin Feng was sweating profusely, as if he had run a marathon on a dog day, and finally stopped.

He exhaled.

Don't be hungry anymore.

People are also sober.

He stared at his hands and frowned.

Well?

He straightened up and looked around.

He was sure he was right.

Is this area really the same as before?