In front of the Mazu Niangniang Temple, the green atmosphere is like a cover, but even so, these weird people dare to come to the front of the temple to find out.

They were like leeches that smelled blood, lying densely outside the temple.

Charred corpses.

The tall "pretending to be dirty Emperor Guan".

These yin overlook the yang in front of them, and the temple of Tianfei Niangniang is like an island in the dark, surrounded by these yin and isolated from the world.

Even the incense of sentient beings cannot illuminate the fog outside.

The strange sound that came from inside kept luring Lin Feng inside.

They knew that the small temple was inside, but they still didn't leave, walking back and forth, it seemed that they could break through and enter the temple at any time, putting pressure on Lin Feng in his heart.

Until dawn.

The fog gradually dissipated.

The charred corpse was gone, and the "Emperor Guan" was gone, only the stench left in the air, which made everyone feel the danger in front of the Tianfei Niangniang Temple last night.

Lin Feng stood at the door with his arms crossed, looked at Xiao Miaozhu next to him who hadn't slept all night and said, "He despises you like this, don't you be angry." ”

Xiaomiaozhu played a haha and went to greet the pilgrims.

Lin Feng went back to the backyard to practice.

Half an hour later.

And the chariot and horse shops and the dart board came.

Last night, the letter was missing.

Things didn't surprise Lin Feng.

The whole Fukou seems to be sunny and prosperous, but in fact, Fukou has long become a troubled time, don't look at this Fukou There are foreigners, compradors, banks, and foreign banks.

It's like a business with Western foreigners.

In fact, it is the ancient secular gods who rule here.

They hovered like ghosts at Fukou.

Never left.

You can come back anytime.

The sky was bright, the chickens crowed three times, and seeing that they would not appear during the day, Lin Feng returned to the back of the temple to eat and drink.

This time, the incense did not spread towards the back.

Nothing seems to have happened.

Until nightfall, a group of people came to the gate of Fukou.

They pulled large animals, each of them wearing Dharma robes and Bainabu shoes, and their faces were kind, looking like Taoist priests.

The Taoist priest at the front had a dark face and was very tall, and handed the money to the officers and soldiers at the gate of the city, and he pulled these oily and slippery animals into Fukou, and they did not stay in the shop, and as night fell, every household closed the gate in advance and closed the window.

Passing by a small alley.

Some well-wishers told them they should take shelter.

"These days, the streets are not very peaceful, you better find a place to live quickly."

A well-wisher said.

When the black-faced Taoist priest heard this, he and his fellow Taoist priests all stopped.

They turned their faces in unison, and the black-faced Taoist priest led by them had a strange smile on his face, looking like he was simply using the muscles on both sides of his cheeks to lift the corners of his mouth.

It's a kind of clumsy imitation that wants to learn human expressions.

"You're not peaceful, you mean, are we like this?"

What's even more terrifying is that his facial features are melting, his eyes are falling and falling to the ground, turning into a puddle of sludge.

A well-wisher had never seen a single thing—if he were in the same era as Lin Feng, he might describe the scene in front of him like this.

The thing in front of me is like melted asphalt.

It's more like bread in the asphalt for a person.

If you describe it a little more people-friendly.

I don't know if you have ever seen coal washing, these scenes of these Taoist priests are like coal washing scenes.

The good Samaritan screamed, turned and ran, his voice was very loud, but none of the surrounding neighbors dared to come out to see.

"The heart of a good man."

The black-faced Taoist priest didn't chase after him, he said slowly behind him, watching this person roll and crawl until the smooth and shiny animal opened its mouth wide, and swallowed the person in one fell swoop, the black-faced Taoist priest smiled like a convulsion, took out the bell, and walked on the road while shaking.

The same path, as they continued to walk, actually came out of the rest of the forks.

The smell of corpses passed from both sides of the street, and these Taoist priests had no expression, and they walked deeper and deeper, and finally stood in front of an inn.

This inn, Lin Feng should have seen it.

Offering to the three "gods", suppressing the leylines of the earth, and calling those who walk the path of the underworld can rest here for a while.

This is the Yin Yang Inn.

These Taoist priests looked at the inn and smiled with satisfaction.

They walked in, pulled off their clothes, pulled out all their internal organs, and began to wash.

The strange charm of their bodies continued to penetrate into the surroundings.

Lin Feng was inside the temple and saw that the palace bell outside the Flesh Buddha Palace was constantly ringing, as if it was a warning.

In the thick fog outside, someone still stretched out his hand to tell him to get out.

Lin Feng didn't pay attention to the situation outside, held a piece of paper in his hand, and crossed out one with a red pen.

These days, he has visited those evil sects that have gone wrong, as well as family heirlooms, looking for ways to deceive the strange eyes.

The results were not satisfactory.

But Lin Feng was not discouraged at all.

Three days have passed.

Twenty-seven days to go.

Hope is ahead, come on, work hard!

……

Returning to the Tianfei Temple before the sun set, Lin Feng lay under the table of the Mazu statue familiarly, looking like he was going to sleep.

Tonight was exceptionally quiet.

The fog did not appear, and Fukou looked like it was back to normal.

Lin Feng was actually cultivating, he was trying to absorb and digest some of the partial spells he had obtained from these folk mages, but tonight, it was exceptionally quiet.

"Sleep" was halfway through his sleep when a hand suddenly reached in and lifted the curtain!

This was something that Lin Feng had never thought of at all, neither [Unyielding] nor [Sword Heart Tongming] had played any role.

As if everything was harmless tonight.

The demon rope in the center of his eyebrows automatically came out to defend against the enemy, but was blocked by a hand, Lin Feng never thought that when he reached his cultivation, someone would come to him quietly, and he didn't notice it.

There were two people outside.

Or rather, one person, one skeleton!

Lin Feng had seen this skeleton!

The skeleton is the Tsochen Lama, the one who suppressed Tai Sui, how could he be here!

According to Lin Feng's observation last time, this Tsochen Lama is a good master, and he stayed here because he had an obsession with subduing demons, and he had to surrender Tai Sui, so he was concerned and bound here, and he was not allowed to leave.

Why would he do it to him?

But this was not the time to speak, and new arms grew between the ribs of Lama Tsoqin, and each arm was holding a new magic weapon.

Six white bone arms, all holding magic weapons in their hands.

One force after another wanted to bind Lin Feng!

Gangdong's voice was extremely harsh, and he wanted a burning hot dagger to stir around in Lin Feng's head!

Lin Feng's long hair was like a waterfall, cutting off the invisible power, and in the midst of the heavy magic sounds, he looked up with difficulty and saw behind Mazu Niangniang, a terrifying face appeared behind Mazu Niangniang, which was gradually evolving.

It looks like it's going to look like a mother's face.

I even want to be exactly the same.

What the hell is this thing?

Even Mazu Niangniang dares to get involved!

He turned his head and saw the person who lifted the curtain, this person looked exactly like Lin Feng, this is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying thing is that until now, Lin Feng was about to be beaten to death, and his [Unyielding] and [Sword Heart Tongming] did not have any reaction.

He didn't see clearly what this person's weakness was.

The demon rope continued to fly out, and stubbornly hit the Tsochen Lama, who kept chanting the incantation and suppressed the demon rope fiercely.

On the body of the magic weapon embryo that was originally intact in the Demon Binding Rope, there were Dao cracks.

Lin Feng continued to struggle.

Behind him, around his neck, an invisible chain suddenly appeared, hanging him up, as if it was going to strangle him here!

Lin Feng reluctantly lowered his head and saw that what appeared on his neck was a white silk made of incense.

It's Mazu Niangniang who did it!

What the hell is going on!

"Kacha"!

Lin Feng's neck bone is broken! The skeleton's hand ruthlessly grabbed Lin Feng's chest in, grabbed out a beating heart, and put it in the Gabala bowl!

As he did so, he reverently recited mantras.

【I know the bottom of the bottom of the bottom of the bottom of the road】

【Companion Provoke】

【Mo Didi plus Supplement Sedega】

……

As he chanted, there was a phantom of a white sacred cow here, as if a Dharma Protector Divine Cow appeared from the void and descended here, slamming through Lin Feng's body fiercely.

Lin Feng's upper and lower bodies were completely torn!

Divine blood revealed!

"Outside!"

The skeleton let out a loud rebuke, and the demon slaying pestle in his hand slammed into the beating heart, and Lin Feng's neck bone was completely broken!

However, the blood of the outer path was of great benefit to him, and he took out the Gabala bowl and wanted to collect the blood and use it as a demon seal.

】

But Lin Feng didn't die!

Seven hundred and thirty percent (the rest of the essence is fed by the demon rope and hair) is rapidly depleting.

This feeling of being on the verge of death brings great pain!

The second life seed pulled Lin Feng between life and death!

Under such pain, Lin Feng chanted [bo] [fa] in his mouth, and tried his best to use his hair to cut off the chain of incense.

Incense chains, unmoved.

He lifted the firebolt that had been filled up a long time ago, aimed it at the other self, and fired!

The real fire was like a sea, and it hit the other one in an instant.

There is no observed effect, he uses blood as ink.

[Sword Talisman: Breaking the Army]!

The sword talisman slashed at the skeleton mage's body, but was blocked by the human skin King Kong, and did not kill the skeleton, and his move completely angered the skeleton.

In his vault, the divine fire is clear!

Lin Feng didn't bother with the skeleton mage anymore.

The magic weapon in his hand swung fiercely behind him, but it had no effect.

The incense chains are tighter!

It wasn't until the Minnan minor key sounded that Lin Feng realized that he was dead, and he died in the temple of Tianfei Niangniang, which should be the safest.

It was Mazu Niangniang who did it.

Is this reasonable?

Lin Feng took off his helmet and thought of what Xiao Miaozhu said.

There are times when God can't see.

But is this invisible?

Lin Feng always felt that this should not be invisible, this should be, regardless of the enemy and me!

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