One finger, the clouds are broken to curb the waves.

Lin Feng saw that Ji Daoren finally handed out his finger, and several low-level treachers stopped on the road and were pointed to death.

The thunder sound was infused, and from Ji Daoren's body, a "crackling" sound came out.

This is also known as the "Haw Par Thunder Sound".

The sound of bones roaring, overwhelming.

Lishan's mother, or a certain Lishan mother, she didn't see Ji Daoren, because after Ji Daoren appeared, a trickster pounced on him, and that finger smashed the trick that blocked the way.

Ji Daoren made a move, but he didn't hurt the main owner, and Ji Daoren was a little embarrassed about this.

"Is that all there is to it? After all, I can't catch up with Master Wang."

He looked a little regretful, he didn't look at his juniors again, a few lamps burned out of oil, and he was going to be gone.

There is no limit to human strength, he thought of this sentence.

These lights should have been higher.

It's a pity that later, the lights were not pure, and he wanted the incense of the descendants of the Taoist temple.

Now these fireworks, except for the first few, the rest are not very useful.

If he swallows those lights, he will become a slave of the old mother of Lishan.

Even if he was between life and death, he only used the method of survival of the priest to divide the soul and the body into two parts.

refused to use the method used by Lishan's mother.

Although I am cowardly to death, but in this life, I only harm myself and refuse to harm others, which can be regarded as having a clear conscience. ，

Like the wind blowing sand.

A blow did not make a difference, he gradually disappeared, Lin Feng looked at this scene, there was no time to sigh, he pulled the fire gun with his backhand, and smashed the corpse demon body of Ji Daoren into pieces.

Sure that he would not be resurrected, Lin Feng suddenly turned into a wind and rushed out of here.

After realizing that this was an abandoned kiln, Lin Feng had a bold idea, but at this moment, he saw the bronze fragments flying outside, and knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Turn into gluttony and eat a lot.

Lin Feng took advantage of this opportunity, he wrapped up the explosive tricks and swallowed the bronze fragments in their bodies into their bodies, not only that, taking advantage of the chaos, Lin Feng turned into a flesh and blood ritual bell with one hand.

Regardless of friend or foe, he struck the bell in the sky.

"Boom".

"Boom".

"Boom".

After a few knocks, the evil wind hit in the darkness, and those Iron Crowned Dao people who were as light as straw, they were like plastic bags blowing in the wind, and they waved their axes at Lin Feng, and the bloody breath on them was slapped into waves after waves.

Dancing in the wind.

On the axe, there are wind patterns everywhere.

Symbolizing that this was the sacrificial tool of the God of the North Wind, just as Lin Feng was eating, he saw the farthest Iron Crown Dao people, and they raised a bonfire.

The gaze of these people is unscrupulous.

Deep and hateful.

The wind blew, blowing the smell of wormwood, and these Iron Crown Dao people kept throwing pale green balls into the bonfire.

It's divination.

These iron-crowned Taoists are divining.

One of the oldest rituals is performed to communicate with ancient gods.

And look at the dead, dissected sacrifice next to it. ….

This is the divination of the Yin Shang era.

Take people as livestock.

Lin Feng saw this, looking at these people in an orderly manner, it was the first time he had seen such a situation.

Not sure why.

There is a deep meaning behind him.

He knew that the gods of Yin Shang had been forgotten.

So, what are they doing divination?

What are they trying to communicate?

An unsettling chilling aura came out of Lin Feng's back, and he glanced at the "Lishan Old Mother" in the sky, and decisively chose tactics.

Collapse, sell, withdraw, slip.

Lin Feng didn't know what they were doing divination, but this ancient sense of communication, a communication ritual that should have disappeared into history a long time ago, appeared here, making Lin Feng perceive a deep malice.

He turned into a wind again and vanished.

Before leaving, Lin Feng also wrapped everyone below, and considering that he couldn't escape, he chose to enter the Huangliang Realm.

He made the right choice.

Lin Feng didn't know what was going on at all, and he didn't know what he saw.

He led the people into the Yellow Stalk Realm, and then, he felt a wail!

It was the voice of "Lishan Old Mother".

Malice was like a tide, Lin Feng glanced back, both eyes were rushing out of blood, but his third eye opened.

The third eye faithfully recorded everything.

He saw a different path of time and space than normal people say, and he understood everything.

Then his head exploded!

He knew what he was seeing.

He also knew what the Qi Observation Eye could see.

But his hardware, the Qi Observation Eye fished out of the Yellow River, could see the situation, but his processor, the brain, couldn't understand these things.

His head exploded.

It was like ten thousand hot iron rods, churning in his soul.

He didn't know what was going on either.

Death is quick, and there is no pain.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself on the ground with all his beards and tails.

Even the soul is the same.

Lin Feng glanced up, and on his back, a frenulum was connected to the tricky mother above.

On his body, a large amount of bronze was attached to his body.

The god card in the distance seems to have some changes, but the biggest change is.

Lin Feng is now almost ten years old, the size of a malnourished child.

"I'm one, and I'm also ten thousand, is Lishan's old mother playing with insect swarms?"

Lin Feng suddenly understood how Lishan's old mother did it.

Bronzes can devour each other because the "source" doesn't care, the source is the "mother".

The "mother" does not care how the child devours, because no matter how the child is devoured, the "child" will eventually return to the "mother".

This is one of the secret methods of the old mother of Lishan.

The rest of the secret methods, Lin Feng didn't know either.

But thinking of what he had seen, he touched his forehead, and the third eye on his forehead had two more layers of seals on it.

I don't know the first floor, is it Lishan's mother?

The other layer turned out to be his own.

There was still a faint smell of wormwood in the air, and Lin Feng fell aside, and inside the bonfire, there were still corpses and bones left.

These are the traces left by this divination.

Lin Feng looked at this object, and when he lowered his head, he saw the magic weapon on his body, and counted them, twelve bronze magic weapons.

Is it fourteen now?

He was connected to the Tricky Mother, and he could even follow the Tricky Mother's gaze to look into the distance, only to realize that the Tricky Mother was now in a state of "ownerlessness".

In its body, there is no consciousness of the soul.

And in her soul, about the heart, wrapped in a - what is this, a corpse?

Lin Feng wanted to get over, but before he could pass, a burst of attraction came, and Lin Feng's body was sucked over, and he fell directly into the "heart" area of the Tricky Mother.

He slammed into the corpse.

The corpse opened its eyes.

and Lin Feng looked at each other.

Lin Feng's smile was a little sneering.

It's broken.

What is the situation? Just out of the tiger's den, and into the devil's cave?

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Midnight

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