This Nanyang building tree, the size of an adult who sits down, is about a meter wide and narrow, soaked in tung oil, and is full of all kinds of branches and leaves, full of a wild vitality beauty.

Even after being removed from the Timber Stage for many years, it is still alive.

This is a Nanyang Bodhisattva.

The beliefs of Nanyang are more mixed than those of the Central Plains, and the two ethnic groups that are a little farther away, they don't know what kind of Bodhisattva they worship, they don't know each other, each Ah Zhan, the bones of the cemetery they look for are different, the Bodhisattvas they make are not the same, the white wizards and the black wizards, they use different things.

The transmission of the lineage is very secret.

There are many things that can be done, and naturally, there are even more taboos, and the consequences of violating the taboos of wizards are extremely miserable.

Better than death.

Just say the Bodhisattva.

Nanyang is not only divided into Mahayana and Hinayana Buddhism, even if it is a strange Bodhisattva, there are a lot, just like this Nanyang Bodhisattva, it looks a little like one of the 32 bodies of Guanyin, the system is right, if she is a woman, and has male characteristics, she may not look so evil.

More importantly, next to the Bodhisattva, there are wet bones.

Her whole person was like a large planed wooden plank, stuffed into the bones of a living person, under the firelight, Lin Feng saw this Bodhisattva, his eyes wandered, like a living thing.

The bones inside, a large number of green vines entwined it.

Trees and bones coexist.

A strange symbiosis of Nanyang Bodhisattva was formed.

Lin Feng looked at this corpse, and in his eyes was the fire of the Yin God on one side and the light of the moon on the other, but even so, his surroundings were still plunged into darkness, unconsciously.

Even his wind and [Kenshin Tongming] and [Unyielding] did not work.

It's like this bodhisattva doesn't have any ill will towards him.

In the midst of the sinking darkness, the skeleton actually raised its head and asked, "Am I good-looking?" ”

A corpse with carrion came out of the Nanyang Jianmu and hugged Lin Feng.

Affectionate paragraphs.

A peach-colored miasma appeared on his body.

The Nanyang Bodhisattva in front of him dragged him into the darkness, and everywhere there was darkness that he couldn't reach out and couldn't see his five fingers, and a desperate feeling of helplessness hit his heart.

She kept walking towards Lin Feng, and the suffocating feeling became more and more serious.

But even so.

Lin Feng's passivity still didn't play a role.

In Lin Feng's body, the Yin God emerged, and when he shouted out the six tones of the land, his Yin God also changed.

The sound of expulsion, the flame of the Yin God is blazing, and the sound of the whipping, the flames on the Yin God's body will be waved out and whipped around.

The wet bone "affectionate" walked over, was whipped by the flames, and made a sound that made people's blood swell when they heard it.

Lin Feng's feet seemed to have a deep tan, bottomless.

This wet hand was about to touch Lin Feng's body.

An uncountable number of green plants came out of the dark deep pool, quickly entangled Lin Feng and dragged him into the deep pool.

Indulge in gentle township.

In the eyes of others, it all happened in a flash of lightning.

In the eyes of those people on the dock, this incident was that Lin Feng saw the Nanyang Bodhisattva, and then, Lin Feng disappeared.

Reappeared, he was entangled in the plank, his wet bones seemed to be alive, and he approached Lin Feng with "tenderness", wanting to hold Lin Feng in his arms.

The wet, unknown liquid dripping on the ground looked rather disgusting.

Seeing this, the old rotten Confucian covered his eyes, "Don't look at incivility", "Don't look at incivility".

Xiao Miaozhu's eyes were wide open, and he poked Zhou Laohan beside him and said: "Hey, look carefully, this is the joy of Nanyang Ayan, and it is the Hongluan Bodhisattva who is offered."

I really haven't seen such a complete donor, although the strength is at most eight grades, but it is extremely rare.

After this village, there is no such shop.

Hongluan Bodhisattva. ”

Hongluan Bodhisattva is a sorcerer of the South Seas, a black-clothed Ajan, one of the most evil worshippers.

If you want to make this thing, you not only need the evil Nanyang building wood, but more importantly, the bones enshrined in it, some evil arts in the South Seas, for the pregnant woman who died violently after pregnancy, one corpse and two lives, there is a very special love.

Use it as a raw material.

The effects of the magic weapon surge!

Fate is like a miasma, in the eyes of Xiao Miaozhu, this thing that I don't know where it came from, is a great boutique, even if it is in the evil weapon, it is also very rare, the strongest of Hongluan Bodhisattva is nothing else, it is the pollution of luck and fate.

It did it all, and in his eyes, a large amount of peach blossom miasma passed out from the skeleton's mouth full of rancid breath, and fell on Lin Feng's head, Lin Feng's deep, like an invisible abyss, a dragon, faintly appeared.

The life grid of the dragon abyss appeared, and the light red and black of the peach blossom miasma were intertwined and turned into a cloud.

Lin Feng also came back to his senses.

He struggled to break free of one hand, and then, like a moth to a fire, the black mist on the side continued to hit and sank into the body of the Red Luan Bodhisattva, and he forcibly used the breath up and down his body to annihilate the miasma in it.

The corpse bones made an ugly scream, but they were suppressed by Lin Feng holding the Jade Buddha in his hand.

He draped the banner over the object's body, and his other hand continued to write blood-drenched words behind the bones.

Between the flesh and blood mold lake, the document and the blood formed a strange state of balance, and soon, Lin Feng felt that he was encroaching on the possession of the Bodhisattva Statue, although it was very painful, but this pain was nothing to Lin Feng.

Jianmu greedily absorbed Lin Feng's blood.

As Lin Feng's blood seeped in, some of the rest of the things were spit out by this bodhisattva statue.

Grave soil.

Human oil.

Blood.

Herbal juice that can't say anything.

These things were spit out, and something seemed to be giving birth to the entire Nanyang building tree.

Lin Feng is writing about the land.

Hongluan Bodhisattva let out an even more astonishing scream, but unfortunately, under the double suppression of the Jade Buddha and the Dharma Flag, and the forcible dispersal of the Yin Spirits who went forward and followed, this corpse was still bound to death, and Lin Feng used his blood to completely write his own Wen Shu on it.

Retracting his fingers, Lin Feng's fingers had returned to normal.

The wet bones finally made a miserable sound and disappeared.

Lin Feng also lowered his fingers.

After the seed of life was broken, the Yin God that turned into it also had a powerful feeding effect on the physical body, and after doing this, Lin Feng looked at this thing for the first time, this was the Land God Staff, which had an incredible effect.

Lin Feng grabbed this thing, the flames were raging, the flames belonging to the Yin God were constantly refining the shape of this thing, and in the end, it turned into a wooden sword, shaped like an eight-sided Han sword, with this thing, it was absolutely impossible to kill people.

At least you can't cut off people's heads.

But to say that you can't kill people is a bit reckless.

At least it can kill people.

The magic weapon he had in mind was in his hands.

It's just that with the staff, Lin Feng didn't have much joy in his heart, and he asked Xiao Miaozhu, "Nanyang Jianmu, it's all like this?" ”

He was shocked by Nanyang Jianmu, because he had faced it head-on, so he found that the vitality of Nanyang Jianmu seemed to have become a school of its own.

It is similar to the spirit in Ge Tianshi's mouth.

It is more vibrant than the spirits that exist in the deep mountains of Xiangxi.

"This is not a mature Nanyang building wood, if you meet a mature Nanyang building wood, I'm afraid it's not the case, even if it's a Nanyang Ajan, for the mature Nanyang building wood, it will just choose to leave.

If you are close to Nanyang Jianmu, it will become extremely unfortunate. ”

Lin Feng frowned: "Why did Nanyang become like this?" Why are the trees so weird? ”

Xiao Miaozhu smiled: "You haven't been to Nanyang yet."

The vitality of Nanyang and the vigor of all things are not just the word demonic, which can be described.

If you go to Nanyang, you will see what it means to be truly animistic and grow in disorder.

What's more, Nanyang is now full of foreigners and fans.

What you've seen, what you haven't seen, what you imagine, what you can't imagine, these things are all available in Nanyang.

At this time, Nanyang is a change unseen in a century.

Don't say it's a tree, even if it's an island, it's possible to be alive.

If you want to go to sea, you better be careful, those old sailors will be whatever they say, and never go against their word. ”

Xiao Miaozhu said: "It's good to do it yourself." ”

Lin Feng: "Have you ever heard of the Taoist magic weapon binding demon rope?" ”

Xiao Miaozhu shook his head: "I don't practice Taoism. ”

Lin Feng asked about Rigra Island again.

The small temple smiled.

He said Rigra was not a good name.

Lin Feng still wanted to ask, but Xiao Miaozhu motioned for him not to ask, "Are you still going to Rigra?" I said it's dangerous, don't go, do you want to go too? ”

Lin Feng: "Indeed. ”

Xiao Miaozhu said: "Since you are indeed going to Rigra Island, then don't ask, you must know, know that it is a terrible disaster."

Only forgetting and ignorance are a kind of happiness.

If you have a familiar friend on the island of Rigra, you'd better listen to him, and if there's any custom, no matter how surprising it sounds, don't go against it.

Follow the local customs, so that you can have a glimmer of life and live safely. ”

Xiao Miaozhu's teeth were exposed, and he looked a little gloating.

Lin Feng was not angry with him.

"Do you want to go to Guandi Temple now?"

"Don't worry, sacrifice these, if you go to Guandi Temple like this, I'm afraid it will be difficult to protect yourself."

Lin Feng held the staff in his hand, nodded, and rooted it fiercely on the ground.

The text on this magic weapon is connected with the ground, not only the earth veins, but even Lin Feng also feels the yin veins, feels the popularity, feels the "wish of all beings", and even feels that the yin souls who have died here for hundreds of years seem to have found something to rely on, surging towards this side, like a carp crossing the river.