These "masters" are willing to recite poems, Lin Feng accompanies them to read poems, they like to write poems of Wang Zhu of the Northern Song Dynasty on the archway, and Lin Feng accompanies them to read.

Isn't it Wang Zhu's poem?

Everything just now is inferior, but the reading is high, which are the two sentences in the prodigy poem.

Wang Zhu also wrote another poem that is almost as well-known as this one.

Listening to the tsunami-like accusations of the mountains, Lin Feng sang loudly.

The poem is this poem, but the "meaning" is not this "meaning"!

Wang Zhu also has a famous poem called "Xi".

There was no joy in his voice.

Some are liberating!

[Long drought and sweet rain, other places meet old acquaintances]

[Candle night in the cave room, when the gold list is titled]

Lin Feng's "meaning" is like a howling wind, and the "masters" are like copper walls and iron walls, invisible agitation and impact in it, Lin Feng is like a weed dancing with the wind, shuttling between the "masters".

The "masters" were defeated and retreated, turning into powder from time to time and submerging into Lin Feng's body.

Among Lin Feng's sword moves, blood-colored spells appeared.

It is the [Sutra of Curses and Ghosts], they are like imprints, hidden under the skin of these "masters", until the "seed" reaches a certain level, and then "snap", and all the spells appear at the same time.

The "Master" was turned into a skin.

All the essence and spirit returned to Lin Feng's body with the incantation.

Lin Feng faced these "masters", if Wushuang mowed the grass, and even others passed, the "masters" would disappear.

Finally.

In the old library behind these "masters", there was a deafening roar of filial piety, and the real "Wutong Immortals" couldn't sit still, this voice was not so much the voice of a living person, but an angry curse!

Lin Feng raised his head slightly, and smelled the strong smell of incense candles that could not be erased.

Resentment pierces the heart!

The "resentment" in the sky turned into a pen dipped in blue ink, and circled towards Lin Feng, a giant hand poked out from the ancient library and slapped it fiercely in front of Lin Feng, Lin Feng calmly dodged, knowing that the food was coming.

The first ones are just things that don't go into the stream.

If you really want a fire sacrifice, you still need this.

Big brother, come here, this is a big .jpg.

The palm of the hand was patted down, and the dust was flying.

The wind around Lin Feng automatically dispersed the dust in front of his eyes, allowing him to clearly know who his enemy was.

As the dust dissipates.

In front of him, a "person" wearing a vermilion purple robe of "Wenqu Xing" and a mask of "Wenqu Xing" appeared.

Wutong Immortal - Kui.

He was extremely tall, and when Lin Feng saw him, his knees were slightly bent, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Lin Feng's eyes, the huge pen turned into the size of a judge's pen, and pointed towards Lin Feng's eyebrows!

The wind is blowing.

The mask opened its mouth, revealing an extremely hideous face!

"Fall."

The deafening sound, the roar of thousands of people, the majestic malice, the stimulation of Lin Feng's eyebrows, the third eye appeared, and his other hand, inside the big robe, was like a dragon with five fingers in one palm, and it was violently clasped towards Lin Feng's throat!

His fighting style is different from the "woman" in the mirror, his fighting style is both a master and a warrior!

Lin Feng's hairs all over his body exploded, and the pores on his whole body were wide open, like a steam engine starting at full strength.

The surrounding weathering turned into a confined wall, the dragon claw hit the gun, sluggish for a moment or two, taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Feng [duo] shouted loudly, the sword went with the qi, the sword was lifted below, and the last hair came first, straight to Kui's waist.

"Sting".

Two swords in one.

Like a torn rag, it was separated from the top and bottom, and fell to the ground, turning into a bloody word.

Comparable to this, Lin Feng received a heavy blow on his forehead, and his whole head fell back.

"Katsa".

This was the sound of Lin Feng's cervical vertebrae being broken.

At once, it is not only a decisive victory, but also a life and death.

It's just that this time I don't even need the essence of the second life.

Lin Feng straightened his head with his hand.

"Katsa".

With another crisp voice, Lin Feng straightened his head and looked ahead expressionlessly.

The essence of the puppet was sucked in by him, turned into cyan ash, and was kicked away by Lin Feng, facing the study building.

In the study building, there was a strange sound, and then, a big face appeared in the study building, this big face is the "master" who painted the blue fangs enshrined in the temple.

It's just that this "old man" has some meaning, his body is full of "masks", he is wearing a large flower dress that symbolizes the champion and the first, next to his left hand is a gong and drum, and between his right fingers is a string of copper coins.

As for these masks on his body.

They are all the "masters" in the Temple of Literature.

At this moment, they opened their mouths and spat out all kinds of words.

This is the true face of the Wutong Immortal-Wen, and it is also the sacrifice that Lin Feng wants to take back this time, the "Wutong Immortal" behind the Li family has a mixed origin beyond Lin Feng's imagination, and the Wutong Immortal is afraid that there are more than five people.

Wutong Immortal Wen stretched out his hand, and as soon as he put on his hat, he buckled it towards Lin Feng's head.

The mask on his body screamed, spitting out all sorts of guilt.

"Unkindness and injustice."

"Disloyalty and unfilial piety."

Evidence of guilt fell on him.

It's the "Spring and Autumn Prison Break".

The surroundings quickly turned into prisons, and Lin Feng stuck to the ground with the magic weapon in his hand, and his mind outlined a mountain in the air.

Tarzan.

The ancient note hoarsely came out of Lin Feng's throat, and the "green-faced old man" on the opposite side stretched out his hand and pinched it towards Lin Feng regardless of life and death.

One after another, after his green head, I don't know how many heads appeared.

Every mouth was the output of a spell, and Lin Feng slammed his magic weapon.

At his feet, the darkness boiled, outlining the phantom of a temple, and in the eyebrows of the "King of Su" inside, a golden light shot out, and it ignited the opposite side in an instant!

No matter what is said on the other side, the incense of the temple is still transmitted, and its thoughts are positive enough.

Because everyone, all the people who are still alive, expect the prince to exorcise evil spirits.

It's to keep the peace.

Lin Feng pointed forward, sketching in the air!

[Beidou Jiuchen, the Great Sage of Zhongtian. The upper face is Jinque, and the lower is covered with Kunlun. Regulate discipline and control the world]

This is Beidou, the witch of the Han Dynasty, and the god Taishan and Beidou are also inseparably linked.

This is the Yellow Stalk Realm, the Yellow Sorghum Realm is a substitute for the underworld, it is the realm where those conspiracies and sneaky remnants after the complete disappearance of the underworld, and there are many more spells that can be cast here than in the yang world.

He used a sword talisman.

【Sword Talisman; Breaking the Army]

"Beidou Tianying Greedy Wolf Star Monarch, Tianren Jumen Xingjun, Tianzhu Lucun Xingjun, Tianxin Wenqu Xingjun, Tianfowl Lian Zhen Xingjun, Tianfu Wuqu Xingjun, Tianchuang Jun Xingjun."

Each of these Star Monarchs has a special meaning to him, the broken army is the "Guan Emperor" of the Guan Di Temple, what Lin Feng realized is not actually the sword talisman taught by the Guan Di Temple Guan Di, the broken army, what he saw was actually the [Sword Talisman: Broken Army] displayed by the temple Zhu.

Advancing without retreating is the potential to break the army, but there is no intention in it.

Lin Feng's "meaning" is a strong wind.

means of tangible matter.

Lin Feng's mind was now filled with an "essence", so this sword had made an extraordinary breakthrough!

A sword came out, and a figure of Mohu was extremely domineering.

This figure is not the Heavenly Breakthrough Army Star Monarch, this figure is the god he has seen, standing up and swinging his fist!

used Zhang Jiayi, the wife of the Liang family.

With a sword down, a head fell in response, and the demon rope flew out, rolled this thing, and put it in a clay pot!

The huge gods and demons let out a loud roar of pain.

Lin Feng was unmoved.

The Demon Binding Rope has not received any blessings here, and naturally it will not be as powerful as in the game, but Lin Feng's movements are still one and the same, like harvesting.

The wheat harvester is reaping the ripe wheat.

He sensed that not far from him, someone was casting a spell, but it didn't matter, others were here, but his people weren't necessarily here.

He also has a large number of good buddies, who are not moving.

……

Not far from here, a ceremony is taking place.

Someone carried three animals and respectfully placed them on a piece of eucalyptus, and a "thin" person who seemed to be a piece of paper walked up with a stick of incense in his hand and inserted the incense into the incense burner in front of him.

His voice was strange.

Behind him, with a whole group of people, they seemed to be playing, playing, singing, all of them fine.

They are blowing locks, moving the moon qin, and playing the guzheng, which is obviously a big sacrifice, but it contains an indescribable thing.

In front of this eucalyptus table, there was a thatched hut, and in the thatched hut, there was a man lying quietly, he was dressed in luxurious clothes, and a mourning cloth was covering his face.

It's just that the biggest problem now is that this "deceased" doesn't seem to be human.

He's a little older.

He is one of the founders of this sorghum realm, and he is also one of the most powerful beings among these "Wutong Immortals".

He should belong to Hades.

The consequence of forcibly staying in this underworld substitute sorghum realm is that he will not wake up for a long time.

Since many years ago, this land completely abolished the previous "imperial examination" system, and the "cultural context" that lasted for hundreds of years has been soaked and sealed by countless breaths.

At this moment, the luxurious corpse lying here has borrowed the three points of luck in it to fill and improve the life grid.

Wutong immortals are never easy to fight.

Not to mention this thing.

These "contexts" are sealed in history, strictly speaking, the methods of these Wutong immortals belong to the "anger of others", and they use the context to entertain guests.

"Context" never belonged to them.

They can use it because they come secretly and take a sip from time to time.

It takes a lot of time to use the "context" to awaken this "corpse", and in the past they were so embarrassed by the execution, because in the past, they had a lot of sacrifices, and now they are in decline.

"Please stop."

The man in charge of the festival said in a strange voice, and behind them, an even more strange person appeared.

He listened to the man's words and walked into the distance.

On his body, the dark, like a flame of viscous oil, kept spreading, burning constantly on his body.

Tick-tock grease falls.

There was a foul stench of protein decay.

He holds a golden bowl in his left hand.

Inside was red and white filth.

The bones in his hands are covered with tumors of all colors.

The other hand was wearing a gem glove, but unfortunately these gems were often present with the corpse, and the divine light on them was lost at this moment.

A stain that seeped into it was revealed.

It can't be removed.

Just by looking at it, you can see that this person is dirty!

It's dirty!

He walked outside, looking at him as if he was trying to stop the people living outside.

As he walked, the skin under his feet kept cracking.

Intense, oil-like blood flowed out.

He poured the red and white liquid from his golden bowl on the ground, and the golden bowl seemed to never run out.

The liquid was undoubtedly viscous and slippery, but he walked steadily.

He stopped what he was holding in mid-air, stretched his hand to the ground, and smeared his hands with the clay of the kiln soil on the ground and the mixture of red and white liquids.

This is called "fragrant mud" to cover one's hands, and this is undoubtedly the path to Fa-rectification, but the question is, how can people here practice Fa-rectification?

It is called the "five links", and without wisdom, how can it be possible to enter the right path?

He used the true "opposite way".

He did not worship Virujana.

He had been practicing for a long time, and his mind was damaged and his vows were broken.

He worships himself!

The evil path also has the same thing, this one's choice is the same as that of the Bodhisattva, they are both devoured by their own demons, and their hands are covered with kiln soil and red and white mud.

The red and white dirt began to writhe uneasily.

He ignored the dirt, put his hands up, and praised the Buddhas.

Countless strange rhythms, like blood falling into water, turn into wisps, wisps.

Finally, the character "嚩" was formed.

Between his hands, a lotus flower is blooming.

And just when this person walked out, the people outside were almost there, and the old guys with new income were holding shovels and digging hard, which was something that Lin Feng had prepared before he came in, there was no doubt that the kiln soil was dangerous and extremely important.

This is a resource, a lot of resources that Lin Feng needs.

It's about Lin Feng's later cultivation.

With so much kiln soil, if you spend money, there are countless luck points.

But now, there are such kiln clay everywhere, and a load of earth is running outside, and nine puppet masters plus a masked man stand in front of everyone.

This person's mask looks unclear, but the oppression of the crowd is not detracted in the slightest because of the mask of the mask.

They picked up the sword talisman in their hand.

Ten thousand arrows!

The sword intent that Lin Feng had prepared a long time ago flew towards him overwhelmingly, and the old buddy who was fished out of the wreck stopped his work.

They're not just digging in the dirt, they're digging out an altar.

Lin Feng was not an orthodox Taoist priest who had received the Dharma Ring.

But that doesn't mean he can't use Taoist altars.

Because he remembers that someone said that everyone has a relationship everywhere.

Everywhere, you owe me and I owe you, Lin Feng was very conscious, he felt that he had to owe someone else first.

This is called a gift exchange!