mountain god dance

The emotion of hatred surpasses all broken love and infatuation, whether it is a fairy or a ghost, whether it is here or the other side, or can not be reached. Last night, the two races were separated, and their hearts were different.

The only memories of ghost Huazhuwei are the green mottled altar in the moonlight, the new wine that has not been awakened, the figure that does not return, and the endless wind and fire. A few pedestrians smashed his tailbone with stones and kidnapped him. treasure.The aftermath of the disaster is like an echo, like ripples. The hatred and resentment born from this, with the help of the water of the yellow spring that has accumulated corpses for thousands of years, and the grotesque singing of the earth veins, gradually swallowed the emptiness of the gods.

Being a ghost may be arbitrary.

He wants freedom more than looking up to the Heavenly Palace!

The evil thoughts gradually magnified, and a reborn silver snake was caught by withered hands in the river. The rotten weeds and frost in the pond were like a cold dream in a lonely lake, and the chattering dreams were like the crickets and waterfowl's chirping. The blood in the blood fountain is a bloody thought...

Zhuwei gradually put aside the prohibition of the gods, surrendered to sex, and took the initiative to absorb grievances. The swamp god, who had grown up from the negative aura, was like a fish in water, and his stature quickly grew.

In the cold air of Xiao Sen in the deep gorge, he recovered his mature body, but unfortunately, the immortal Yan withered and was haunted by evil spirits, and his pair of red ghost eyes could never regain the original clear dawn.

He looked at his scaled palm, it seemed a little surprised, but also natural.His tail ran over the bones, and he climbed ashore from the sea of ​​blood.

The man was still alive, but Baigu couldn't find him.The young man's astonishment still persisted, seeing the ghostly Zhuwei roaring loudly, the sound amplified layer by layer in the cave, and Changyetai was trembling and turbulent.

"You don't want me to know?"

More sleepy villains woke up, Guihua Zhuwei was the candidate for the ghost king, and all the ghosts gathered around were hoarsely echoing, they looked at Baigu like fresh meat, couldn't hold back their restless nature, brandished knives and guns, He kept showing the sharp weapon in his hand to Bai Gu; sometimes when he came in a surprise attack, he wanted to cut off a certain part of his body as a trophy.

The nightmare came true, and Bai Gu walked back and forth among some collapsed rocks in shock. He saw several weapons approaching him at the same time. He didn't even have time to think about life and death, so he shrank his head and closed his eyes in fright. Annoyed: Why didn't I learn the spells capable of fighting?I can't even play with my hands and feet!

Unexpectedly, Qian Ren's bloody light passed through his body, looking majestic, but the cool wind brought by the slashing stabs couldn't penetrate Bai Gu's hair at all.These swords and halberds made of iron, bones, and stones still contained black and smelly shreds of meat, and were stained with red brains. They all "ping-pong" and stuck to the ground. There are many cracks of different lengths.

Thoughts cannot be broken by guns and knives, he is the soul body, thoughts and thoughts.Baigu stood on the spot intact, causing all the ghosts to shout angrily: "He is teasing us!"

"Tell me, what punishment will be given to those who tease us!"

Baigu's breathing was uneven, his shoulders trembled slightly, and the blood vessels on his forehead burst out, as if they would burst at any moment.

Knowing that they can no longer hurt him, Baigu felt a little more at ease, and yelled a few harsh words: "Heh... If I can tease you, can you still yell?"

What greeted him was a more distorted and stern face, Baigu turned to look at the familiar figure in the distance, feeling wronged and timid in his heart: "Zhuwei, is it you, I have been looking for you for a long time, why do you ask others to beat and scold me? "

Baigu didn't get a response, so he raised his voice again: "Immortal, don't you know Baigu?"

His words were interrupted by the humming of evil thoughts, and the ghosts were gnashing their teeth to discuss how to kill him, and there was a cold laugh saying that there was no way at all; The knife, attracting more evil spirits in the cave to move in the direction of Baigu, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he could almost see a fang pressed against his lower lip, his eyes were bloodshot with murderous intent, maybe he didn't care about anything .

Maybe don't care about yourself either.

Baigu wiped away the increasing nosebleed with his sleeve, begging him: "Don't you want to talk to me? I have many things to tell you..."

"Fool!"

Zhuwei walks among the ghosts, does not answer his words, but is satisfied with Baigu's current predicament, shows a more mocking smile, and sneers: "You can't escape!"

Baigu was overwhelmed by his reaction and dared not speak.

The ultimate move failed, and the ghosts discussed a good idea again. They contracted their abdomens and spewed out a large amount of gray-green poisonous miasma. Dog, ready to go in the air.

There is no way for Baigu to hide, so he had to cover his mouth and nose. In a short while, the condensed beast plunged into his sea of ​​consciousness, three stacked platforms, chasing after Baigu's psychic state.

The churning sea of ​​blood poured in and washed away, and the pain of all the dead turned into a torrent of broken dams, pushing Baigu back to the original place where he was looking for the spiritual weapon.

The figures of Zhuwei and the evil spirits instantly blurred, only the strong poisonous gas permeated around him, chasing him in a group.

To leave like this, to leave him again at this moment of being thwarted by bad things.

Baigu's head seemed to be pierced by a long needle, and the pain intensified. He clenched his right hand into a fist, pushed away the bright light symbolizing the demon sword, and forcibly entered the Changyetai. Go straight to Guihua Zhuwei.

fine!The ghosts didn't have time to react, Baigu's insistence gave him a chance to face Soowei.

Guihua Zhuwei was also taken aback, he didn't expect that the weak guy who had just been driven away would dare to come back to find fault.Without thinking about whether the weapon would be effective, he swung the heavy black knife on Baigu's neck with his backhand. With a twist of his shoulder, he swung it down while scratching his neck.Seeing Baigu dodging and not dodging was like a provocation, he twisted his waist violently, swung the thick long snake tail up and down in his direction, "crash", an iron thunder shook, piercing the bones blindingly, and the rocks all over the ground were smashed into pieces The crumbs bounced up, and the frightened sand fell to Baigu's feet.

Baigu was not uninjured, corrosion seeped in, resentment was like a plague, the nausea made him hunched over, he could only stretch out one hand, and raised it in front of the person who hated him:

"Immortal! Listen to me, this bracelet was given to me by you... Zhuwei, remember?"

The human language is soft but forceful, and the two words spoken are literally miserable, as if to imply the encounter of the gods and the doomsday that has just ended.

Zhuwei retreated instinctively, the vertical pupil moved from Baigu's face to his wrist, looked at the filigree silver bracelet for a while, suddenly his expression changed, and the red color in his pupils danced in a trance.

The red amaryllis was so ominously bright that farmers outside Dongulawa plucked it from the river to dispel the call of hell.But Zhuwei was entrenched in the flowers instead, crushed it with his palm, and dotted a bright red on the person's forehead.

The Daoxun people had just moved to the village, and they presented snowflakes and silver as the first gift to the gods, and knelt down in front of Zhuwei to receive blessings, hoping to be safe and beautiful forever under the blessing of the snake god.

The remote swamp village, the disputed mountains, the westerly wind blows, and the world goes wrong.The land is wide and the sky is far away, and I don’t know the way back. Is the heart of the hometown still there?

Guihua Zhuwei's long eyelashes closed, and he looked at Baigu again, looking at each other, briefly and vividly.Baigu saw that he was gradually recalling it, just like he suddenly recalled the water celery in the shallow pond, they all needed an opportunity, waiting for the memories to refill and the scenery to come and go.

With a sound of "Kang Dang", Zhuwei threw the black knife in his hand to the ground, his brows were furrowed, and he murmured endless sorrows in his mouth, giving birth to a little sadness, but also with inexplicable confusion.

"Suwei, who is Soowei...?"

Baigu hurried forward to support him, but his hands passed through his body, intertwined with each other, this meeting is also a miss.Baigu had no choice but to say: "Immortal, this is the name given to you by Tianmai, and the old man from Dongwulawa is telling your story, looking forward to your return."

"Suwei is me..."

Guihua Zhuwei fell into pain for a moment, and couldn't help shaking his head. He was separated from his old residence by mountains and rivers. The palm of his hand is like the claw of a beast, the skin of a pangolin.

Baigu wiped his itchy nose embarrassingly, only to realize that blood and tears were also flowing from the corners of his eyes.Spirituality was gradually collapsing in the filthy place, but he didn't dare to move, letting the other party shroud in front of him, trying to put his head close to the side of his face.

he wants to be close to me...

The corner of Baigu's mouth curled up: "The immortal has recovered? Let's go home quickly, this is not a good place."

"go home……"

In Baigu's blind spot, Guihua Zhuwei responded to him, but changed his bewildered and painful expression, and smiled: "Yes, I remember."

Baigu kept saying yes, and his mood suddenly relaxed: "When the days calm down, we will rebuild a temple for you in Dongwulawa and open the way..."

"forget it."

Guihua Zhuwei interrupted him, his voice suddenly indifferent: "I don't want anything from the past, even you."

In the hand in which he threw away the knife, he had secretly condensed the poison stream vomited up by the ghosts into a knot the size of a walnut. Taking advantage of Baigu's negligence, he stuffed it into his mouth with a grinning grin, and passed through his throat!

"Uh-"

Baigu's gnosis bounced back, and he screamed, the hot blood that had been welling up earlier poured out of his throat, and countless blackened blood sprayed on the bedding, his mouth was full of filth and rust, and he fell down directly.

"My son!"

Bai Wo supported him, and with a burning heart, he hurriedly summoned the magic weapon "Extraordinary Rain and Sunshine". The crystal beads tied to his wrist changed into three, three made nine, nine illusions were endless, like raindrops hovering in the sky, spreading the aura field Repeatedly expand and strengthen to restrain the son's lifeblood.

Baigu lay on the bed, coughing up black blood.He had just experienced the infestation of evil thoughts, his face was bluish and white, and he almost fainted.

More heartache, he has never experienced changes in resentment, people are in front of him, but love is gone.

The God of Rain has taught many young people to practice spells, and the successes and losses of the methods are always detailed. The method bestowed on Baigu is naturally the most stable method, which can form a barrier in the gnosis to prevent backlash, but his son is still under his nose Something went wrong.

It can only show that the opponent is stronger than Baigu under the protection of layers, at least the demon king, the ghost king!

Bai Wo cast spells continuously, sweating from anxiety, and called Lan Jian again, and the two immortals healed Bai Gu together.Fortunately, the house that covers the sky and the sun was originally built by the god of rain, which isolates the outside world and avoids many disturbances.

After a long time, Baigu spit out another mouthful of blood, the color has turned bright red, and he slowly recovered.

"Baigu, it's been three days since you entered Gnosis, what did you see?"

Bai Wo took his hand and checked his pulse: "There is something wrong with the sword, is it?"

Baigu nodded and coughed even worse. He leaned up in his father's arms, recalling what happened for a while, and frowned again.

"I can't control it." He choked up slightly: "Father, you are right, I really can't control anyone."

If you love someone, you have to be prepared—ready to love him, hate him, complain about him, love him, tire of him, be angry with him, and be ignorant of him.You have to swear, make promises, make plans to break up, make plans for a lifetime, he will exhaust your strength, perhaps drain your wealth, he will strip you of your courage, or give you fearlessness—Baigu is now finally I understand that love is more than just love and it is enough. After saying "love", it is equivalent to saying everything else that has not been said.

And he wasn't prepared enough.

Bai Wo and Lan Jian looked at each other, and the other party shook his head.

The golden artifact revolves around the young man, the power of the gods is poured in, and the power of the ghost is also entangled. The two chase and game each other in Baigu's body, consuming each other, torturing the young man so that he cannot recover smoothly, and the wailing cannot be stopped.

Seeing his son's discomfort, Bai Wo quickly coaxed him, and kissed his face like a child: "Baby, it's tiring to love someone, and it's more tiring than caring about the whole world."

Baigu murmured: "I can't just learn these, I also need to learn very powerful spells. If I can hit people, I must hit people."

Bai Wo: "Why?"

Baigu closed his eyes: "When a person is confused, I have to beat him sober."