The first cry of the eaglet.

The hometown cubs cried heartbreakingly, and the love was sincere, and those ghost brothers were really beaten, and the slap was extremely heavy.

Where can a child endure such pain.

After a few slaps, he howled and cried.

I can't stand the pain anymore.

The feeling of crying fell into everyone's ears with the sound of the wind.

"Wow, wow."

The sound came out, and even the creatures of the sea were alarmed.

The goat felt that something was floating on the bottom of the sea.

What the old monk didn't expect was that the faces of the monks on his body began to distort when they heard the sound.

They also began to cry.

A synchronized "Wow." Wow "Wow"

The piercing voice made the fifth uncle wake up for a moment, and he was surprised when he looked at his child like this.

He was now dormant on the Immortal Tree.

He felt the feelings of Changsheng Jianmu.

The connection with the Lookout Cub - what's going on?

Under such circumstances, the ghost cried when he saw the dead child, crying dryly without speaking, and had to remind him again.

【Brother】

The child then remembered what he should do.

He cried out loudly, "Brother."

The faces screamed, too.

"Brother, brother."

The old monk sensed that something was wrong, and he wanted to slap his palm down and slap the person to death.

But his arm was a little numb for a while, and the old monk noticed that in his body, the building tree formed the "dragon bone" and "spine", and even the blood veins had turned into the branches of these trees!

The whole giant, Jianmu is a part of his body.

He wanted to make a move, but was restrained by Jianmu and couldn't move.

【Brother】

【Brother】

……

The sound of emptiness echoed, and in the midst of the stormy seas, ships shattered, and people fell into them, turning into fish food in an instant.

Cold rain was pouring in.

The waves cover the ground.

The monsters at the bottom of the sea are awakening.

The Mother Buddha no longer blesses sentient beings.

Darkness reigns through.

The people of Brahmans are watching the natural disaster in despair.

Then, there are children calling brother~

Brother~

Brother~

Lin Feng felt as if he was asleep, and the Mazu Niangniang Talisman and magic sword on his chest were all hot.

The same is true of the statue of Lord Green Tara.

But even so, he was sleeping, he was dreaming, he seemed to have entered the fragments of other people's memories.

He stood with the rest of the men wearing the masks of the flesh priests.

The whole armor is like a general who wants to admonish the soldiers.

With a lot of rage, they came to the ruler of the city.

Emperor Sin.

The city before them was like a great tomb, with the dead in high places, and the most honorable place in the city was not the king's palace.

It's an altar.

The whole city is dominated by altars, supplemented by the royal palace, and there is no place for other nobles to stay.

The whole city is a place to serve the ancestral gods.

It is the home of priests and ancestral gods.

They were standing outside the city, and a coffin was brought in.

Each of these coffins weighs more than a dozen tons.

These bronze coffins were sent into the city in front of them by the Zhou people.

They were betrayed by their own masters.

They thought they were here to "serve as conscripts," to be slaves.

In fact, they were also sacrifices.

Someone stood by and watched as they brought the coffins inside.

These people with masks, they're also witches, yes

The whole country, the most powerful ruling class.

Lin Feng didn't know why, it was very clear in his mind - this was the Zhou people were slaves, tools, and sacrifices.

Similar to livestock.

Aristocrats, commoners, and slaves are three kinds of things, and in their opinion, this cannot be collectively called "people".

Only the nobility is human.

Zhou "people", they are slightly higher than the Qiang people and the ghost and earth, and they have a slightly higher status.

It's just a little higher.

These things are the coffins of the Xia Dynasty that were exposed after the earth dragon turned over and collapsed in Kunlun Mountain, and they were responsible for bringing the coffin back.

Although, many people think that the tribal era, followed by the Xia Shang Zhou.

It's like the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties.

It seems to be linked.

But some legends of the Xia Dynasty are really the same as legends.

Eight hundred years old.

Shou five hundred.

One can live more than the other.

The tomb in the early Xia period, for the Shang Dynasty, was completely different from the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, and he did not seem to be a complete inheritance.

In particular, the literacy rate of the Xia and Shang dynasties.

Wu – the upper nobility – literacy is equivalent to power.

Knowledge is power.

Lin Feng didn't know how, it fell into the stomach of the "Buddha Mother", in his brain.

The memories of the dead Flesh Mask priest suddenly attacked him.

In my mind, thousands of thoughts turned in an instant.

But he still didn't wake up.

The Buddha's mother showed a painful expression, as if she had encountered difficulties when she gave birth to a baby.

The old monk also showed an extremely painful expression.

He couldn't believe it.

A large amount of malice, with the power of resentment, drilled into Lin Feng's body.

Tell him to continue the dream.

He watched as he walked into the front of the ministers with several wizards, and questioned Emperor Xin.

Dixin was like a fog.

Vague.

"Lin Feng" just knew that he was Di Xin.

As for why.

It's a weird intuition.

It is these fragments that carry the memories of wizards, giving people intuition.

They were the first to strike.

"Why do you want to cut the funeral and sacrifice specifications of the nobles?"

"I have my reasons."

"What if the blessing of the ancestors is weak because of this?"

"That's what you should think, I don't need the recommendation of the ancestral god to meet the Emperor of Heaven, and when I meet the Emperor, your share will come back."

"The Emperor of Heaven did not give us any blessings, and we went out to fight against the ghosts, and the cost was so great that even the Zhou people and the slaves of the northern lands who submitted to us began to rebel against us.

Our big festival has no prisoners of war, and we can't even make incense.

We are the masters of the Zhou people, and I heard that among the leaders of the Zhou people, some people are doing witchcraft, and the Zhou people have begun to have the mind of not wanting to surrender.

It would be better if you could give all of us a reason, and if for this, the ancestors will punish ......."

Lin Feng felt the anger in his body and was about to rush out of his body.

"Lin Feng" was not afraid of Di Xin in front of him.

He doesn't represent himself.

He represents many nobles.

Reforms of the Emperor.

touched their bottom line.

Especially regarding the selection of sacrificial offerings, Di Xin collected the quantity and quality of human and animal in his own hands.

This is tantamount to "taking chestnuts from the fire".

That's it.

The emperors degraded the quality of their entire merchant sacrifice and took away their power.

Even if Di Xin did these things, it would be difficult to convince the public.

What's more, in his hands, it is also true that the merchant is not majestic.

A large number of slaves were filled into the army.

The number of merchants continues to decrease.

The former slaves rebelled again, and the tail was too big to fall, and the annual sacrifice of the entire Shang Dynasty, as the chief sacrificer, Di Xin, could not even get the same prisoner of war as the woman, not one-third.

The major affairs of the country are in worship and Rong.

In the midst of war and sacrifice, he was not able to be the master of the emperor.

It may not be respected by the entire nobility and wizarding group.

"Then arrest the leader of the Zhou people, our dignity cannot be provoked."

Dixin has no doubts.

They continued to talk, but at this time, the "elder brother" also passed on.

Green Tara is even more painful.

It was the first time she had shown such a pained expression.

So much so that everyone felt her fear.

"No!"

The old monk suddenly sensed something, and his aura quickly declined.

Lotus.

Lotus seed.

That's not how it shouldn't be.

The Mother of Trickery and the Immortal Tree are entangled together.

A fruit will be formed.

This fruit will hatch into a Buddha's son.

The consciousness of the old monk will fall into the Buddha.

Become a "Buddha".

A "Buddha" conceived by the Mother Buddha.

The "evil thing" conceived by the mother of the sorcerer should be on top of their heads.

But now, a "baby" suddenly appeared in the belly of the mother, and he quickly absorbed the nutrients that should have been the "Buddha's son".

I want to be born!

How can this be!

The old monk was in a hurry, and at this moment, the fifth uncle quietly infiltrated into the immortal tree.

Melted.