Seeing that the flames in the back mountain had changed color, the living people panicked.

Even the evil creatures who do evil here are terrified.

However, the reason for their fear is different, the living are terrified because they see the original flames turn green, as if they are in the netherworld.

The yin thing felt that the breath between heaven and earth had changed, and in the green flames, some unlucky breath rippled out.

It is the rotten "road", and some of the yin objects are not avoided, but they are impregnated by this rippling unlucky breath and begin to suppurate.

This kind of scene, even the old rivers and lakes hidden in it, are desperate.

Under such a scene, no matter how old the rivers and lakes are, they are just rootless duckweed, and they only face an unknown future of death.

The few methods accumulated in the past are of no use here.

The Dao boys gathered together and began to beat the divine drum vigorously, reciting the golden light mantra.

The golden light spells of these little Taoist priests did not have much effect.

They don't have high skills, and even the Dharma urn is not very useful.

But fortunately, the sound of brushing can also make people feel a little at ease.

Under the scene of ten thousand ghosts laughing wildly, the Golden Light God cursed everyone to feel that they had not been given up.

They are still protected.

"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, Wan Qi Root.

Cultivating hundreds of millions of eons of eons proves my supernatural powers.

Inside and outside the Three Realms, only the Tao is the only one.

There is a golden light in my body, which reflects my body.

……

Demons are frightened, and spirits are dead.

There is a thunderbolt inside, and the god of thunder is incognito.

The wisdom of the hole is thorough, and the five are soaring.

The golden light appears quickly, covering real people. ”

I have to say that when this golden light mantra was recited, the strangeness of the surroundings that kept coveting this place really retreated.

Some people cried out to vent their suppressed emotions, while others breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground softly.

But when he saw all these Ji Xiaodao people, not only did he not breathe a sigh of relief, but he felt great danger.

The "Daoist" called Lin Feng, he is the strongest person here.

The Taoist who builds the foundation of the nine products.

In today's era, there should not be many means for people who have successfully built a foundation and passed through the meridians, and more importantly, he has good roots, is younger, and the eight characters are also secretly in harmony.

Xiao Daotong is not a fool, he looked back and knew that the person he saw was most likely his ancestor.

At the same time, he also had some guesses about the identity of the "Taoist".

But he didn't say it.

Because there is no need, in this era, it is the "Bodhisattva" who can bring people to survive.

Whatever he is, he is God.

Just as he was looking at the flames that suddenly changed color in the back mountain, he suddenly felt a kind of seasonal movement.

It's a trembling feeling!

He knew what it was, it was called a "whim", and he could have this reaction when he practiced to a certain extent, but his reaction was extremely strong, and he didn't tell anyone about his peculiarity.

Along with this tremor came a great panic that I couldn't stand still.

Outside, a group of ghosts were like frightened birds, there was a great danger chasing them behind them, Ji Xiaodao was a little sluggish, and looked up in panic, and saw outside, it seemed that a thousand zhang wall had risen.

These walls look like broken mirrors.

In every mirror, there is something reflected,

After the appearance of the Qianzhang wall, the little Taoist priest was extremely uneasy in his heart, he took out the magic card, and sincerely put the god card in front of him.

He also didn't know where this horror came from.

Because of this, his heart will be empty, but looking at the sky above the temple of the prince and the divine light that the prince has turned into, his heart has settled down a little.

He motioned to the rest of the little Taoist priests, holding the divine drum in their hands, and at the junction of darkness and light, they slapped it slightly.

Shock the surrounding "Xiaoxiao".

Although it may not be of much use, and it is not very able to shelter the people who live here, anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is the "prince of the king" here, so the people who stay here, whether they are men, women and children, all sincerely worship the prince.

Spreading the people, he began to recite the Eight Great Mantras as if he were in a morning class.

Pray for peace of mind.

"Danzhu's mouth is full of filth.

The god of tongue is righteous and nourishing.

Luo Qianfang's god is evil.

The throat god tiger is the spirit of the spirit.

The heart of Dan Yuan made me real.

Thinking about the spirit of refining the liquid Dao qi lasts forever. ”

The Eight Great Mantras and the Eight Great Mantras are not the same, and each family is slightly different.

Ji Xiaodao people they learn extremely complicated, mainly because the Taoist system has been passed on to his generation, he can actually be regarded as the ancestor role of his lineage, that is, 'I am my ancestor', the rest of the preachers, they themselves are difficult to protect, especially the second and third generations, they have to maintain the Taoist system, and on the other hand, they have to resist the "Lishan Old Mother".

Like a broken ship.

Trapped inside and out.

So don't accuse them of not leaving any secret methods for their juniors.

This pure mouth spell, very bad street, the effect is better than nothing, Ji Xiaodao's magic is from the whole truth, learning the way of Neidan, and later because of the old mother of Lishan, the magic urn deviated to the old mother of Lishan.

He was uneasy at the moment, and subconsciously used the most familiar actions to fight against the uneasiness.

Just as he was gradually settling down, outside, someone hobbled back, emerged from the darkness, illuminated by the light.

The crowd was horrified.

It was an acquaintance.

He was covered in blood.

The people who saw him were all shocked.

"County magistrate?"

Someone couldn't help but say, the person who came was Zong Yang, but now Zong Yang, he was covered in blood, his clothes were also broken, and he was covered in blood.

He staggered forward, the new county magistrate, who looked extremely scary.

"Be careful, don't look in the mirror, don't look in the mirror."

He was still muttering to himself.

The little Taoist priests who stopped in front of him subconsciously dodged away one by one, not daring to stop him.

These little Taoists can see it even if they don't have solid basic knowledge.

This Zong Yang in front of him, he seems to have been divided into countless pieces with the strings of the guqin.

These pieces are all glued together by flesh and blood.

Just rely on a breath to move forward, if this momentum is dispersed, no one knows what will happen, in the face of the shouts of others, he turned a deaf ear, just walked towards the temple of the prince.

Someone tried to stop him, but was stopped.

He just walked towards the temple.

When he said this, someone finally couldn't help but ask, "Ah, didn't you say that Zong Yang is dead?" ”

The abrupt interruption made the temple that had begun to become dim, bloody, and terrifying return to normal.

Listening to Lin Feng's speech, the people present touched their foreheads unnaturally.

They were covered in oily sweat.

They were really scared.

The sudden conversation made them breathe a sigh of relief, and they felt awakened from the atmosphere of this terrible story.

There was a strange noise outside the temple, and some people wondered what was going on outside.

But halfway through the story, no one wants to go out.

They all wanted to finish the story.

Everyone was hooked.

All eyes and ears.

Lin Feng saw that his speech was interrupted, and he also stopped, and he also felt that these people's energy was a little exhausted.

The losses are a bit enormous.

He looked at the dark shadows outside, and several more black shadows had their faces.

You can see that they remember who they are.

The man who remembered his appearance, along with the rest of the old brothers, wandered and dug down towards the outside of the temple.

I'm going to dig up the burials that I buried here years ago and pack them up and take them away.

Lin Feng knew that they were all there.

A hundred years ago, Lin Feng had no choice but to "sleep" and completed a layout spanning a hundred years, and his arrival today is the last link of this plan.

He also went to Fukou before he came, Li Gao is a bonanza, he was not the opponent of the "Wutong Immortal" before, he didn't dare to provoke, he only dared to secretly do some exorcism rituals, but now it's different.

Lin Feng is not what he used to be, and his courage has grown!

The voices outside are the fruits of the remnants of the years here, and it is time to reap them.

The old buddies ruthlessly put the fruits harvested by the powder of the longevity insects outside into the clay pot.

Not far away, the fire of humanity gradually burned.

Together, a new clay pot is cast, and there is an anchor.

These are all things he needs.

Lin Feng glanced outside, and then looked at the somewhat tired crowd, his hair fluttered silently, this unnatural phenomenon was obviously seen by everyone present, but they all "chose" to turn a blind eye.

A simple trick.

The hair tied on their bodies replenishes their minds and energy, and makes them energetic.

The exhausted spirit of these people was restored again.

The old comrades also felt that their thinking was quick for a long time.

If he looked in the mirror, he would say that he was "radiant"!

He asked a few questions, and felt that he benefited a lot, although he knew that what the young man said was false, but the story, the story told by the young man, to have details and details, to have characters and characters, that kind of immersive feeling, made the big guy want to stop.

He asked, "What is the opponent of the prince?" ”

Lin Feng: "She is one of the oldest Lishan Old Mothers, and the most primitive Lishan Old Mother Clan, the head of the tribe, and a queen."

This time, although it is not a nest, the old mother group of Lishan has also made great efforts, and more importantly, they are determined to get one thing. ”

Old comrade: "Hey, Lishan's mother, how can Lishan's mother's mother cut people into many ways?" ”

Lin Feng said: "Taishan Mansion Jun, how can he wear the Son of Heaven of the Zhou Dynasty to serve? He is not the son of the Zhou Dynasty. ”

Old comrade: "Is there a connection between the two?" ”

Lin Feng: "There is naturally a big connection between the two, you listen to me first to finish this story, where are we talking about?"

Oh, it's Zong Yang who has turned into pieces, right? ”

Lin Feng recounted: "I don't know if you have heard a story, saying that it is a person, when he was punished by the Ming Dynasty, he was deceived by the executioner, the executioner told him to hear the sound of the knife cutting down and ran forward with his eyes closed, the executioner deceived the prisoner, saying that he did not cut the prisoner's head, he cut the rope on the prisoner's body, the prisoner believed it, and really ran out, looking as usual, and lived with his wife for three years, until someone passed by and broke his identity. ”

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The old comrade said: "Yes, there is also a woodcutter in the mountains who watched the immortals play chess, he is the same, he was called out of his age, and he died immediately. ”

Lin Feng nodded, "So Zongyang's greatness is greatness, he used his life to report to the rest of the people." ”