A day later, everyone hurried over, Fang Yuan shouted: "Brother Fan, I worship you so much!" Go out and walk around, and I picked up a totem shaman to be", another fool, "If you don't come, I'll go and tell Qiu Jie", "Just like him, don't sacrifice the totem to death", Ling Hujiao mocked, everyone actually began to laugh and play, "It's not a big boss anymore, it's not a proper shape, it's on the altar, Yan sù point!", turned his head and found that Chu Chu was silent, as if he was thinking about something, and continued: " You see that people are Chu Chu, how quiet, how connotative, all learn a little", Chu Chu smiled: "I'm thinking about a problem", everyone was a little curious, and asked what to think, she was a little shy and said: "If I marry Brother Fan, will our children automatically inherit the position of totem shaman?", this time it was lively, everyone shouted: "Absolutely! Hurry up and get married!", "Are you here to discuss business, or are you here to add to the chaos", I weakly held my forehead and sighed. ，.

In front of the black stone cordon ring in the tower, I held the totem holy relic in my hand, standing quietly, the members of the royal family and Chu Chu were extremely quiet, there was a kind of uneasiness, not so much, it was difficult to ride a tiger and have to accept this identity, it was better to say, I had already had the heart to explore the secret of the totem priest, and now I just took advantage of the situation. This step is mysterious and dangerous, and on the altar, everyone just wants to laugh and make me give up, and they want to use friendship and family affection to stop me from taking risks, because they know what I am for. As long as I refuse to be that damn totem shaman, no one can force us in the Smokey Fields, and at last when I see that I have made up my mind, everyone howls and says. Be a pawn together. There is water flowing together. There is fire to carry together. Who said that monks are ruthless? When love is strong, love becomes enlightenment, love is deep and love is traceless, only because of encounter, so together, only because of companionship, so owing to each other, only because of sympathy, so remembering, only because of respect, so continuous.

But if you have seen each other, you will know each other, and when you have not seen each other. With a slight sigh in my heart, I firmly stepped through the black stone circle and walked towards the tower gate, I can't turn back, I dare not look back, if I look back, under the reluctant eyes of everyone, and Chu Chu's heartbroken tears, my heart will be broken. The tower door does not open by itself, and inside is an upward staircase. Step in, and the tower door closes automatically. Outside the tower is divided into two worlds.

The totem holy relic in his hand automatically flew up to the top layer and disappeared, and what shocked me even more was that the mana that was completely suppressed was actually a little loose, could it be that the totem shaman was the monk of this world? He could practice in the spirit tower and cast spells, if so, it would be well explained, the people who offended the priest would disappear or die violently, but why is their lifespan not as long as that of mortals? Maybe this kind of cultivation is extremely restricted, and it will pay a great price, and the birth and domination of this world may be the so-called phoenix spirit.

The tower is dimly lit, the first floor of the simple is nothing else, the stairs spiral up the four walls, the four walls and the stairs, painted with runes, there is a smell of blood, it is painted with blood, the individual runes do not seem to be complicated, but when combined, there is a mysterious power. First go upstairs to see, carefully step on the stairs, just to the third ladder, the wall rune blank flashed a rune, I was stunned, what does this mean? observed for a while, decided to ignore it, but when stepping up again, such as hitting an invisible wall, can not pass at all, hit hard, useless, with the hand to touch the rune a few times, still useless, after trying the way to think, still can't pass. Retreat to the bottom to see if there is any mechanism hub, still disappointed, and even more hateful, if you want to open the tower door and go out, it is also like hitting an invisible wall, you can't advance or retreat, and you are trapped, will that dead ghost shaman deliberately come in all over me?

If you don't let me feel better, then I will dismantle this broken tower, pick up the Kuding knife and chop at the bottom of the ground, until I am exhausted, I am a little desperate, it looks like an ordinary wooden tower, but there is no knife mark left. Sitting on the ground, with the help of that trace of mana loose practice, there is a long-lost feeling, full of runes and a faint smell of blood, let me understand, these runes, are the totem shamans of the past generations, painted with essence blood, are they because of faith? Or do they have to do this? Judging from the iconic empty eyes of the totem priests of various tribes, they seem to have no own meaning, is it related to the use of essence and blood to draw talismans?

Only when I go up to the top layer, can I understand the cause and effect, knowing that it may be a trap, I can only go down, come to the flash rune, bite my index finger, press the rune pen, ready to start drawing, but the situation is beyond my imagination, is that a rune, it is simply a vampire, the loss of essence and blood is very fast, a loss of concentration, a shake of the hand, the depiction failed, and the blood just now flowed in vain. Talisman making is my old profession, I was very dissatisfied with the mistake just now, and with a wave of my breath, the blood talisman flashed and condensed, and the invisible wall in front of me disappeared in an instant.

There is an old low table on the second floor, there is a futon in front of the table, there is a mottled animal skin on the table, open it and look at it carefully, there is a painting on it, a misty fairy mountain, a bird flies out of it, flies to the sky, there are two ancient characters on the fairy mountain: no court. I recall the name of a place that the shaman repeatedly sang: Buting Mountain! It turned out that that was where Feng Ling came from. There is a recipe next to the picture, and after reading it, I finally understood why the dead ghost shaman came to me, because it was a passage from "Lianshan Jue", which is also the reason why I had a vision when I first saw the spiritual pagoda.

My "Lianshan Jue" comes from Tianmu, the one here should come from Fengling, how can the two be related, things are getting more and more interesting, on the second floor, the mana is loosened a little more, meditate and breathe for a while, continue to go up, this time the flashing runes are on the stairs, I have been prepared, quickly described, straight to the third floor, as I expected, "Lianshan Jue" appeared another mantra. After comparison, it was found that the tower was more primitive and simple, thick and less changeable, and the most obvious thing was that there was no magic technique, especially no mountain tomb technique.

When I reached the fifth layer, I didn't go up anymore, and with the loosening of the mana suppression, I could faintly feel that the existence of the Heavenly Purpose could faintly feel it, and what frightened me was that the Netherworld Golden Sun Fire seemed to be about to rush out of the Heavenly Eye, and that was because something else appeared in the divine soul. If it goes on like this, it is too passive, and a lot of the essence and blood produced by the tracing talisman are lost, which makes people very weak, and it is too slow to recover by loose mana, and I have an intuition, and there is a frenzy atmosphere in the tower, as if I am an out-of-control outlier, very nervous and repulsive. (To be continued......)