Ah, the young lady is gone.

Lin Feng rubbed his face, he decided to shoay.

Take stock of what you've learned.

Reach out, the hand cannot be deformed.

He didn't take away the ability to change the bronze at will.

That ability is the transformation ability he gained after killing the children of the "Lishan Old Mother" and eating them.

This devouring is not without a price.

If you eat too much, you will be eaten by the mastermind behind the "Lishan Old Mother".

Transform into a collective consciousness.

But the sound of [da], he saw it clearly from the "meaning", this is the sound of praying for blessings and disasters.

There are no side effects.

In the hands of sorcerers, it is to hold corn in his hand, splash it with water, and send it out as he splashes, like a dancing god, splashing water on corpses and living people.

Pray that disasters will be kept away and that the wind and rain will be smooth.

This sound is used between the land gods, it is used to fight, and to brush a layer of armor on one's body in advance to prevent one from losing the other when fighting, which is equivalent to a layer of heavy armor.

All very practical.

The land has six tones, and Lin Feng has the fourth.

There is offense and defense.

It can be seen that the land god with the six tones of the complete land can definitely not be a kind old man.

The remaining two may be to make up for the shortcomings of the warriors, and these means of land mastery are all born for attacking.

He is a messenger who takes his soul to the underworld.

It is also a grumpy beast who has the responsibility to defend the territory and encircles the territory.

More likely to be a warrior with a weapon in hand, a warrior who chops off the heads of all uninvited guests.

Whatever they were, though, they were banished.

"You still have to rely on the organization, if you don't rely on the organization, you have to rely on yourself, at least the Taishan God and the Beidou God are very well mixed."

Lin Feng is not lost without nothing.

Using the corpse of the "rotten" ancient god to give birth to a new god, this is the idea of those people in the Jin family, and their thoughts are understandable, except for ignoring one thing.

The Old Gods may not have died.

They just changed their vests.

All the Jin family members have turned into "clouds", they have given up their physical bodies and gathered into a "will".

Crowdfunding to become a god.

On the old version that has been discarded, they want to give birth to a new version, but unfortunately, the new version has long been in their lives, all the time.

For example, they used Tao Jinghong's true spirit map.

"It's a pity."

Lin Feng reached out and touched the source species. The source species looks unremarkable, with no color (a nice gold) or shape (just a fist-sized stone).

It's completely different from in the game.

"I thought it would turn into a sister (not), but it turned out to be mediocre, and the way it looks in the game is because of the old mother group of Lishan?"

Lin Feng dripped blood on it, chanted a spell at it, and burned it with flames.

All sorts of methods have been used over and over again.

The thing remained motionless.

No change.

The attempt was fruitless, Lin Feng held the object and looked at it for a long time, and finally put it in the clay pot and sealed the vessel with python skin to ensure that the breath would not leak.

"Meaning".

He was in no hurry to do anything else.

The game is important, and the "meaning" is even more important, and the "meaning" is the path to a higher stage of the future.

It's a broad road.

He stuffed the human skin into the third clay pot, ran to the Great Gobi Desert himself, combed through what he saw and heard in the Jin family, and tried to cultivate his "will" very seriously.

Exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale.

During the day, it is [Secret Food Method: Meal Wind and Drink Dew].

At night, it is [Taiyin Body].

Day and night alternate, all the time.

No excretion, no basic diet, Lin Feng and the jar, the old buddies together, carefully study their own wind, "meaning" is the ultimate solidification of the spirit.

It is also a manifestation of self-awareness.

In many practices, there is a study of this, there is a question of the mind, there is a cultivation of the truth, there is a knock on the heart, there is a true self.

A variety of technical vocabulary, to name a few.

It's still like that, the more selfish a selfish person is, the more ferocious a murderous person is, and the kinder a person is.

A process of purification.

It is also the so-called "it's okay to cheat buddies, don't lie to yourself".

It's crystallized!

On the Great Gobi Desert.

Lin Feng is looking for his true self.

He was like a rock.

This is not a normal line, plus the old buddies join forces, the ghosts cover their eyes, and no one can disturb Lin Feng.

Lin Feng fell into a final slumber.

Inadvertently, he entered the legendary "retreat".

"Closed to death".

This is a set of thresholds that everyone has to cross, just like Lin Feng's teacher, after seeing what those princes and grandsons did, his mentality was gone, and he was broken.

scolded the gods and Buddhas of heaven and earth, pointed to the heavens and scolded the earth, and then entered the deep mountains to suppress the ascension of immortals, didn't Song Huizong like metaphysics? Don't you want to become an immortal?

Okay, I'll suppress the Shengxian Village, don't want crooked ways.

Zhang Zhuoen is a human being in two lives, so he naturally knows what he wants to do.

Only Lin Feng, after seeing one of the final forms of "Yi", fell into his own way.

Looks the same as a pillar of salt.

If others are fine, the clothes may not be fine.

Under such ultraviolet rays, his clothes would fade.

However, after that, the average person's skin will peel.

Lin Feng was not afraid of this.

He even had time to give himself Gamaran's psychic potion to help him with the help of the potion.

Using the Gamalan Elixir to deduce the wind, this time, he went to Gamaran and did not go to the Bronze Source Species.

He tried to get the wind out and chase it.

Try to understand the joys and sorrows of the wind.

It's like using a food drink lotion for the first time.

The game console was placed beside him, and his aura was attracting some existence in the darkness, but unfortunately, by Lin Feng's side, there was also a group of old brothers eyeing him.

If you can't get in, you really can't get in, and if you can get in, there will be no existence in the sorghum world.

Three different places.

Re-employment of abandoned kilns.

One day, two days, three days, one week, two weeks......

Time Shift.

The world is changing.

Salt column generating.

The maiden is praying.

……

Scratch your head, rub your face, drink water, and think hard.

In Shazhou City, an errand boy repeatedly determined that the amount of fuel was sufficient, so he rode a motorcycle to the Gobi, fortunately, he did not go deep into the Gobi Desert.

Otherwise, he won't add this list even if he adds money.

Lives matter.

There's a road here, and now all he has to do is go another five kilometers by road.

This is his psychological limit.

He confirmed the order again, and took two more steps forward, a little unclear why, the customer who took the order was a little inexplicable.

His requirements are very specific and model.

It's all about what you're going to do, when, and when.

The lake is here, and there is nothing referential about these things.

For example, take two steps forward.

He also accurate the time to a few minutes, such a neurotic request, the little brother was furious.

But the customers are very considerate.

He added money.

The little brother relaxed a little and took two steps forward.

Suddenly, it was like crashing into a paradise.

There was no change in front of him, but he just felt that he was in a comfortable mood.

He suddenly felt happy, comfortable, and free.

The little brother laughed.

A joy from the heart, this kind of happiness that the little brother hasn't felt for a long time.

Even the wind around is free, lovely, and unrestrained.

The weather is all blue, and people are happy.

"the list."

"Make money, make a fart."

"Went drinking."

"Relax."

"Work a hammer."

He sang a song, which was when he was running a list one day, and he heard it playing at the door of the barbershop, and the song was very popular and saliva.

It's also very joyful.

He hummed and sang, like a child, bouncing and leaving the place.

But after taking two steps, he suddenly came to his senses.

"No, who will pay me if I'm not done?"

"Nervous again, isn't it?"

"Three days of two nerves, do you want to go back and have a good meal to treat me."

He decided to turn back again, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw a man standing behind him.

He was silent, like a ghost.

Very tall, without a shirt, surrounded by a strange robe.

The hair is long and has hairpins.

It's like a person filming a costume drama.

The eyebrows are a little red, like a person who came out of a Xianxia drama.

Fortunately, he took out his mobile phone - this gave the little brother a little stability, at least he is a modern person.

"No signal, but it's been a month and a half."

Lin Feng was stunned as if he was the next day, but he didn't expect that time would be different.

"Where did you come from?"

The little brother was taken aback.

Lin Feng looked at the little brother in front of him, his eyes fell on the information bag in his hand, he pointed to the marker handwriting on the transparent information bag and said, "Is it for Lin Feng?" If yes, my name is Lin Feng. ”

"Ah, your name is Lin Feng...... How do you prove it? ”

Lin Feng showed him the electronic identity certificate, signed the list, and watched the little brother leave.

"Someone is looking for me."

Lin Feng said to himself, he felt like he was in a dream, in the dream, he was constantly flying, flying, flying, flying from south to north, from north to south.

He dreamed that he became an immortal and an ancestor, and dreamed that he became the richest man in the world.

All kinds of bizarre dreams have come true.

He dreamed that he appeared in the plains of North America, turned into a tornado, saw himself become a typhoon, saw this, saw that.

Eventually, he heard someone calling for him, and he snapped abruptly to his senses, the most important factor being the young man who had come here.

He woke him up just right.

Lin Feng didn't have any problem not eating or drinking, but he did preliminarily condense the "meaning".

"Wind."

He is integrated with the wind, he can't do the situation of Shengxian Zhai Teacher doing it in the air, but he can mobilize the mana in his body more efficiently.

Deposit mana on the artifact.

Placing your consciousness on something else.

Also, close your eyes and see your "true" self.

A spell is an arm, Lin Feng is standing at the moment, surrounded by spells, he has grown four arms, each arm is a spell.

The [fa] sound was expelled, and the whip was floating in his hand.

[bo] sound damage, he has a bronze bell floating in his hand.

The sound of "mou" is even worse, and what floats in his hand is a Dharma drum.

[da] sound, he is holding a whole wheat seedling in his hand.

His hair was tangled together and turned into a "magic ring".

There was darkness beneath your feet, and everywhere you went, it was the underworld.

Barefooted.

More importantly, after "condensing" his mind, his body, mouth and mind, the three are one, getting rid of the food road and moving towards a more long-term road.

Soul.

Flesh.

Don't pull each other's backs.

He patted his forehead, and an illusory "Yi" walked out, and as he walked, more wind surrounded him.

He can command the wind around him.

Seven pins are seven pins, but he has the cornerstone to move forward.

"The prototype of the god of wind, the cornerstone has been completed."

"Tempest, listen to me!"

As soon as Lin Feng moved as soon as he wished, the wind brought up a land tornado, whistling around him.

The wind couldn't hurt him.

Instead, it made Lin Feng feel cordial.

The little brother who bluffed just now let out a sigh of relief in the distance, feeling that he was lucky and ran fast.

Lin Feng was unharmed in the land tornado.

The current Lin Feng can already be called a god.

God is an identity.

Whether it is powerful or not, the wild gods enshrined in the temple have been overturned by human cars.

During the Great Song Dynasty, there were some numbers of evil cults and obscenities that were destroyed by scholars and doctors who did not believe in evil spirits, and there were also some numbers of witches and gods who were cut down.

To be precise, in the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, there were always people who did not believe in evil to deal with non-standard temples.

Aren't those gods?

It's not that orthodoxy has entered the eyes of the imperial court, and it has not been absorbed into the major sects.

I still have the ability to do it.

After comprehending the intention, even if his physical body was decaying—this possibility was doubtful, Lin Feng felt that his physical body was unlikely to decay, and his "intention" could carry supernatural powers and continue to survive.

As for how long it can survive, it depends on the ability.

He already has the qualifications to go to immortality.

Of course, it is possible to die on the road in the middle of the way, and it is possible to open the champagne in the middle of the time.

The latter is more likely to be proportionately high.

"Got a ticket to immortality."

"But if the intention is determined, it can never be changed, otherwise if you tamper with the will, you will die, and everything will not exist."

"It's a great deal."

Lin Feng licked his lips.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

I opened the bag.

He looked at the text on it, and the more he looked at it, the more he raised his eyebrows.

"Teacher Xuan, honest people."

The ingredients were there, and Lin Feng was studying how to make these ingredients into a pot of stew, but when he was hungry, someone brought the rice to his mouth.

Teacher Xuan sent the painting he painted again, which was the material that Lin Feng wanted to see.

Caricature.

What is written above is how Lin Feng stewed himself.

He needs to build a cave first, then send himself in, then burn himself, and finally come out with a whole and new him.

Simmer yourself in an iron pot.

Lin Feng fell into deep thought.

It turns out that this material is a new self from the kiln?

Interesting.

Lin Feng saw many wrong paths, and in these wrong paths, Lin Feng was beaten to death, others knocked on the stick, and his cultivation failed.

At the end of these paintings, there is a letter for help.

Teacher Xuan said, it doesn't matter if you can't save it or not, look at you, he didn't see clearly what would happen if he saved people.

He was exhausted.

The power gained from the discarded view of the heavens comes at a price.

Excessive use of one's abilities will summon evil consequences.

That abstract ghost reappeared, and it looked like it was going to take Teacher Xuan away.

Teacher Xu's meaning was obvious, he said that if Lin Feng could, he could come to save people.

If it really doesn't work, then I hope Lin Feng can remember him.

Don't forget that there is him in this world because you are caught.

"Someone remembers me and can go to the old man's grave on my behalf and tell him that his only son is not inferior to him in his achievements in this life, and that he is a great scholar, and so is his son."

The back appendices Mr. Xu's speculation on the development of bronze civilization before the Yin Shang Dynasty, and told him these studies softly.

Lin Feng looked at it and flicked the paper with his fingers: "Isn't this?" I've given it all to me. ”

He rolled up the papers and said, "Isn't this still a human being?" This credibility is gone, who will give me an offering in the future? ”

Besides.

He can see clearly that he wants to "stew himself in an iron pot", and he still lacks a large number of sacrifices.

He looked at the Tieguan Daoist on the painting: "I don't believe that after such a long time, you can still open the door to the Yin Shang Divine Kingdom for me." ”

The darkness under his feet was swallowing, and he spit out a few pieces of clothing, and after putting them on, he returned to Shazhou, rented a car, and ran towards Qindi.

Opening the window, Lin Feng let the high-speed wind blow.

Talking to yourself with these winds intimately.