Lin Feng was very clear.

What he sees now is his "sealed" memory.

When he applied the ointment, he used Gamaran's psychic potion, and the psychic came to the situation in front of him.

A flood of information poured into his body.

But because I can't bear the factors of these psychic memories.

In order to protect himself, he temporarily "sealed" some memories.

He just couldn't remember these memories, not disappear, and now, because of his "eye-watching", he was able to see them.

What surprised Lin Feng was that what he saw was not the Holy Mountain.

He first saw a "inheritance ceremony".

It is the scene of the entire Gabara sect selecting mages.

These mages were dressed in robes, and some were armed with bows and arrows, standing on high places, guarding against something.

The "crockpots" were fastened to their heads, and in a short time children fell to the ground in agony.

The head was eaten raw, and in the end, it turned into a headless corpse.

The clay pots made a strange humming sound.

“mou”！

Some mages beat the small drum around them vigorously, sweat spilled from their heads, and some other mages set up water tanks and sprinkled the blood and internal organs in the water tank together!

Those dried corpses curled up together, and after experiencing the "bloody wind and rain", they finally rested.

The people who had Gabala were holding water and were giving it to the choked children, and the choked children trembled when they saw the scene next to them.

The eyes of the Dharma Protector remained the same, and the rest of the mages were accustomed to it.

Although they don't know the phrase natural selection of the fittest to survive, he knows that on the plateau, white plagues, wind disasters, droughts, and beast disasters, which one is not a batch of dead people, and after many tribes disappear, they can't even find a single bone.

Yak Gabala is a fairly moderate sect among the popular sects nowadays.

The step-by-step cultivation of the yak gabala is almost the safest path they have explored, and if these children with spiritual roots cannot bear the "spirituality" of the yak gabala and turn into dried corpses, this is a necessary attrition.

"The mother eagle will kill the eaglet that can't fly, and the yak will give up the calf that can't stand up, this is the choice of the gods, the yak god is merciful, and it will accommodate weak children."

The mage looked at the fallen corpses and threw bundles of grass on them and covered them.

These children are well fed and drunk, and they live safely and worry-free in the place protected by the Gabala Dharma Protectors, these children are already happier than many children outside.

Now they are dead.

The corpses would be thrown into the fire and reduced to ashes.

May the wind blow their souls and rest in peace on the holy mountain.

However, this group of children was not lucky, and the high priest, who sat at the top, watched the children die in front of him, and none of them succeeded, and did not say a word.

Everyone began to feel uneasy, and they stole a glance at the archmage above.

The archmage does not speak.

I don't know when, he left here, leaving behind a large number of uneasy mages, exchanging heads.

A high-ranking and powerful Dharma Protector of the Eight Paths Gabala stepped forward to preside over the work and told everyone to send the unharmed children away, while the rest of the people cleaned up the place.

The atmosphere is getting more and more solemn, this is not the first time they have failed, the offensive of the demon kingdom is becoming more and more terrifying, and everyone has suffered heavy losses.

They need a hero to show up.

But the loss of the yak Gabala is visible to the naked eye, and the archmage has observed the weather.

He knew in his heart that there would definitely be a white plague this year.

When the time comes, the herdsmen will be silkworm species, and some small tribal countries will also turn into dead domains.

In other words, the gods want to take people.

They have fewer sources of children, and it takes at least three years to train a qualified Dharma protector and warrior.

As night fell, the holy mountain in the distance emitted a white light.

The snow roof shines.

"We need a big sacrifice."

A bunker, the Nine Paths Gabala Protector sits on the top, and the Archmage goes to pray for the yak god's curling.

The ghee lamp burned, the whole room was filled with the smell of ghee, the Nine Dao Gabala Protector sat in the bunker, even if the lamp was lit, it was very dark here, I don't know if it was because of the ghee in the ghee lamp, it was not very pure, there was black fog everywhere here.

The real decision-makers of the yak gabala are sitting in it, and the wind is blowing, and it is quite gloomy and cold.

"It's not enough, you plan to rely on the rest of us to go to the Demon Kingdom for a big battle? The White Plague is coming, and we can go to the wind and snow and clean up the treacherous and treacherous grandchildren, but after that, ......"

You don't need to say it too clearly.

In the white calamity, it is not only the snow monsters that are terrifying, there will be more ghosts and devils, hiding behind the wind and snow, and their cultivation is very high, but they may not be able to come back alive.

They know it.

If these people died, then the yak Gabala would really disappear into the wind and snow.

"Let's continue with the big festival, how big can it be?"

After these people left, Jiudao Gabala put the copper basin in front of him, he took out a piece of cow dung, threw it in the copper basin, he kept throwing cow dung into the copper basin in front of him, and then took out a gilded gem knife.

Begin to throw your hair into the copper basin.

He threw his finger into it.

Eyeball.

Arm.

Under the gushing blood, the painful Nine Dao Gabala Protectors threw themselves on the ground and bowed to the ground, praying for some enlightenment from the holy mountain.

Even the slightest hint of holy sound will do.

But it's a pity.

The night is like a curtain.

No one answered.

Only the winds became colder and colder, bringing the icy cold air to the plateau.

Under the cover of the cold air of the nine heavens, whether it is the painful Nine Dao Gabala Protectors, or the Grand Master, or those children who have "survived".

They only feel lost and unknown.

I don't know what the road ahead is.

The mountains are there, and the yak herds are there.

However, since ancient times, it is difficult to ask the question of providence.

The one-eyed Jiudao Gabala shed tears, but unfortunately this time, there was no white bull to lick his wounds for him.

Lin Feng looked at this scene from a strange bird's-eye perspective.

As if he were the cold air that was coming.

At this time, Lin Feng heard a long-lost reminder.

【You are gaining knowledge】

[You have seen the secret book stored by the yak Gabala next to the holy mountain]

【Your identity is being verified】

[Check your identity, Four Protector Gabala]

[You can read and learn the secret texts of the four Dharma protectors Gabala]

【Four Protector Gabala: The middle and upper layers of the yak Gabala】

[Congratulations, you have obtained the secret of the four Dharma protectors Gabala]

[1. The manufacturing method of Gabala clay pot]

[2. The method of yak Gabala sacrifice]

[3. Yak Gabala view idea]

[4, Yak Gabala Latu]

Lin Feng didn't expect that his current physique could only be regarded as the four protectors of the Yak Gabala.

There is still a long way to go from these nine Dharma protectors.

Unexpectedly, the yak Gabala put his inheritance near the holy mountain.

I didn't expect it.

Even a figure as strong as the Nine Dao Gabala Dharma Protectors is still not capable of turning the tide.

He is just one part of history.

Even, Lin Feng felt that he was a little tragic.

The Yak Gabala Sect did not last long before it encountered such a crisis!

Before Lin Feng could choose, there was a trance in front of him.

He should have also seen the Holy Mountain.

Seeing the holy mountain again, Lin Feng saw the holy mountain in front of him, the clouds were heavy, covering the original appearance, so that Lin Feng could not see the scene inside.

However, Lin Feng could see that those clouds were heavy and heavy, and they were not the original state of the Holy Mountain.

It's a form of self-preservation.

"Special effects" added in the later stage.

Lin Feng didn't know if he would wake up.

When looking left and right.

The scene in front of me is fragmented, like a shattered mirror.

On top of these mirrors, there are eyes.

These eyes stared at Lin Feng mercilessly.

Rao is Lin Feng is well-informed, seeing these big eyes, he also can't bear it, these things look too paradoxical, but fortunately, these fragments quickly reorganized and turned into another scene.

Together, these fragments become a mirror.

The huge bronze mirror was as bright as a lake, but in this bronze mirror, Lin Feng saw that the Ambilight was brilliant, surpassing his color and emergence.

Lin Feng didn't have photosensitive epilepsy, but he looked at these lights.

He was still unconscious, and when he woke up again, he got up from the ground with some difficulty.

Gratgy, but fortunately there was no danger nearby.

He's still in this non-existent grotto.

The puppet masters stayed by his side.

He glanced at the puppet master, and his head was a little swollen.

He knew that he had obtained this traditional method of the yak Gabala sect, and he could not use it on himself.

He can absorb the best of these sects.

But you can't copy it.

Because the yak Gabala, as one of the primitive sects, is more "benevolent", although it is more "benevolent", it is still several big strides away from modern society.

He practiced this technique here with his front feet.

The hind foot will be shot 10,000 times.

Moreover, the foundation of their practice is different.

But some of these techniques can be given to the puppet master.

In this dimly lit place, I don't know why, Lin Feng always felt that the style around him was tame.

The first time he [Secret Food Method: Eating Wind and Drinking Dew], the joy of the wind he felt reappeared.

It's not just his "will".

He felt the liveliness around him.

In his eyes, the world has a different line.

Lin Feng reached out and touched his eyebrows.

Then stopped.

Because he saw a finger - it wasn't a normal vision.

Lin Feng summoned a gust of wind and threw it on his face.

His expression froze a little.

In the center of his eyebrows, a vertical eye grew.

For a moment, he was a little stunned, and the first thing he thought of was a common saying.

"If I don't give you something powerful today, you won't know how many eyes Lord Ma has."

It's a charge before a fight.

The prince Ma mentioned here is a folk deity, a three-eyed protector god, and he has a vertical eye in the center of his eyebrows.

However, among the gods, there are many gods with three eyes, and these third eyes have a special role.

Among them, the most familiar may be Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun Yang Jian.

Lin Feng touched his eyes, his eyes didn't react, and he didn't feel anything.

But he did have an eye in the center of his eyebrow.

The place where his eyebrows were, the place where he sent his gods, were occupied by the eyes of the ancient kingdom of Xixia that were treasured and fished out of the Yellow River.

A large amount of essence and energy in the body are intertwined, connecting the vertical eye.

This vertical eye is like a magic weapon, more than an organ.

Through perception, Lin Feng could see that inside this eye, there were layers of shackles.

Xixia revered the three paths, and it was indeed a bit of a bend and a bend, Lin Feng saw the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism here, as well as some traces of primitive religion, which turned into one seal after another, suppressing the activity of the eyes.

Among these seals are the more ancient ones.

Lin Feng's [Qi Observation Eye: A Glimpse of Horror] and the ancient aura in it attracted each other.

However, it is impossible to break the seal.

Lin Feng stroked his eyes, felt the emotions of the wind around him, tried to communicate with these winds, the wind fell happily in his body, because of the eyes, Lin Feng felt the strength of his whole body, because of the eyes in the eyebrows, became a whole.

The last living historian of Qi Observation......

Lin Feng tried to merge with these winds, the three-core drive in his body, his body, his eyebrows, his eyes, and his lungs.

His spirit is in the eyes of the eyebrows, the qi and blood of the flesh are stored in the whole body and heart, the law of the shaman, and the essence is stored in the lungs.

After the wind merged into one, Lin Feng suddenly, his clothes fell "neatly" and fell to the ground.

Lin Feng tried for the first time what is called "turning into a breeze" in the game, because Lin Feng can really turn into a breeze, this spell, originally the seventh grade should have learned.

It's a pity that Lin Feng doesn't have a teacher.

But he has it now.

He turned into a fresh wind, which blew from the ground to the ground, and took on the form of a human.

At this time, he fell into deep thought.

He learned the magic power of turning into a clear breeze, but he didn't fully learn it.

Others can become a wind.

But, what about his clothes?

What about his clothes?

The opera masters brought Lin Feng's clothes up, Lin Feng put them on, and he returned to the real Yulin Cave, who was in the karmic fire, Lin Feng didn't know, he just wanted to collect the karmic fire.

Fortunately, the Dharma protector of the four paths of Gabala is the handicraft craftsman among the yak Gabala.

Things like making clay pots are all done by them, and some of the secrets above are not known to them.

Lin Feng took materials from the spot, he put on his helmet, exchanged it for 20,000 bad land of luck, and piled it up in front of him.

Don't "care".

He can also make containers that are ready for use.

The premise is that there is a need for more leather than is available here.