After the Scythe of Death received a temporary promotion, a pair of pale skin stretched out from the cracks in the space, and the arms with sharp nails grabbed Wusheng Lao Mother.

This ancient god who had always been full of confidence finally restrained his contempt and drove the vast power of faith to meet the arm of the god of death.

"Click"

A crack appeared in Yuan Ruan's sickle. As the power of faith compressed his arm back into the crack in the space, more and more fine broken patterns appeared.

Outside the Taoist temple, the undisturbed shaman bishop stopped dancing, and the divine drum carved with the five immortals in front of him floated out of thin air. Starting from the shadow of the snake, the five great immortals of the family appeared next to the shaman bishop one by one.

The Manchu prayers echoed around, transforming countless flying colorful magpies.

At the end of the prayer, the magpies all over the sky formed a long bow. The five great immortals of the family flew away from the shamans and condensed into arrows and stayed on the bowstrings.

The Shaman ended his prayer and respectfully took out a mask of oil paint from his arms and put it on his face. His whole aura suddenly changed.

Shang Biao has been paying attention to the movements of the shaman. Seeing her skillfully placing a bow and arrow after wearing a mask, she recalled the legend of the Manchu bow and arrow god "Duolong Genius".

In ancient times, a group of black rocs flew from the beach. They had iron claws and steel mouths, and were extremely powerful. They ate wild animals raw, which brought serious disasters to people.

At that time, the daughter of the Manchu tribe chief, "Duolong Princess", could not bear the tribe's suffering and sought solutions. Later, after being guided by the tribe shaman, he traveled through mountains and rivers, and found a colorful magpie in the black water of Baishan Mountain. Under the guidance of the magpie, he developed a magical archery technique.

Finally, she shot and killed Hei Dapeng with a magical arrow, eliminated the harm for the people, and taught the skills of bows and arrows to her tribesmen. From then on, she was worshipped by the Manchu tribe who inherited her bows and arrows as the god of hunting and arrows.

Just as Shang Biao recalled the legend of Duolong Princess, the shaman who asked the gods to possess a body shot an arrow about the fate of the Qing Dynasty.

Feeling the threat behind her, Wusheng's old mother appeared beside her faithful golden lotus, protecting herself, and the Death God, who was originally oppressed by her, took the opportunity to stretch her arms forward.

What's going on? This shouldn't be the case. Wusheng's mother's negative response attitude made Shang Biao confused.

This ancient god has been unpredictable since his appearance. Although he had countless opportunities to merge with Lin Cong'er to occupy his body, he kept teasing several people like a cat and a mouse.

Now, in response to the shaman's surprise attack, we only protect ourselves with the faith of the golden lotus and did not make any counterattack.

Shang Biao didn't believe that she had only such a little trick, otherwise she would be too sorry for the power of faith that had accumulated over a thousand years and was as vast as abyss.

The flashing arrow broke through the golden lotus of faith, and the divine body of the mother without birth was in the middle.

Faith and vows are called acquired merits, and the basic characteristics of not being touched by all dharmas!

At this time, the pure faith of Wusheng Lao Mother actually showed a trace of dirtyness. At the position shot by the arrow, a trace of black alien energy gradually spread.

If nothing unexpected happens, Wusheng’s mother will be dragged into the alien space of the God of Death when her golden body is broken.

However, the situation did not develop as Shang Biao expected. Yuan Ruan's Scythe of Death could no longer hold on and broke with a bang.

The pale Death God's arm was reluctant to withdraw, and the dark cracks in the space slowly healed.

Yuan Ruan looked at the fragments all over the ground dejectedly, and the whetstone in his hand also turned into an ordinary greystone. He tried his best to end up finding nothing.

If she had just made a silver-level prop, the price she had paid was a bit too high.

On the other side, Wusheng's mother, after losing Yuan Ruan's restraint, showed a look of disappointment on her face. She reached out to hold the Five Immortal Arrow that was shining in her chest.

"If you only have this ability, then stay here today!"

The arrow was pulled out in a trace, and the voice of Wusheng's mother's unrecognizable voice made the actors around the shaman step back a few steps. It seemed that if the situation was wrong, they would retreat as soon as possible.

"Dong~"

The invisible ripples are centered on the divine drum and radiate toward the surroundings.

The shaman squirted blood and blood from his heart on the drum, and his hands hit him like raindrops.

A majestic mountain projection appears in the sky, and compared with Lingshan, Lingshan, is like a child.

At this time, the shaman's face gradually changed, with yellow face, white lips, blue cheeks, blue forehead, and black eyebrows. Five different colors appeared on one face.

This is ~ Changbai Mountain!

In reality, Shang Biao had personally visited Changbai Mountain, so he naturally recognized the mountains covered by snow at a glance.

The mountain is Changbai Mountain. The shamans represent naturally the common guardian god of all the Manchu tribes - Chaoha Zhanye! It is translated as Chinese, the god of Changbai Mountain!

Have you finally got to the point? Shang Biao said in his heart.

Since the Shaman summoned the God of Changbai Mountain, no matter whether it succeeds or fails, it will be the last blow.

At the same time, Shang Biao also noticed that Wusheng's mother actually drew the arrow without any haste and allowed the shaman to cast spells.

Crystal snowflakes gradually fell in the sky, and the shaman stretched out his arms and flew into the projection of Changbai Mountain.

During the flight, her entire body gradually shrank, and in the end she was only a mask of the Changbai Mountain God.

Wusheng's old mother, who was pulling out the arrow, suddenly stopped moving, and the power of faith in her body rushed towards the Changbai Mountain God Mask in the sky like a tide.

"Click"

The arrows inserted into his body were broken and turned into powder. Wusheng's mother finally showed her true strength.

Although the power of faith was passing away, in Shang Biao's eyes, there was a wonderful spiritual charm secretly extracted from the projection of Changbai Mountain by Wusheng's old mother.

In the sky, the masks transformed by the shaman seemed to have also discovered this, mobilizing his own strength to resist the stealing of the mother Wusheng.

"Haha, don't you want to suppress me in Changbai Mountain? I am as your wish, but why did you regret it again? Going back on your word, this won't work!"

The speed of Wusheng's old mother drawing Changbai Mountain Spiritual Rhyme suddenly accelerated and became blatant.

Outside the pass that was thousands of miles apart, the real Changbai Mountain was performing a doomsday scene. The volcano erupted hot magma, and black smoke drifted into the sky. The snow that had gathered forever collapsed with a bang.

Birds and beasts flee in groups of people, and both of them who are usually in natural enemies can run side by side safely.

"What exactly do you want to do? Why do you exchange your own faith for the spiritual roots of my Manchu soul species?"

The shaman's voice came from the mask of the God of Changbai Mountain, but it was as weak as a candlelight in the wind.

"God, I'm tired of doing it, of course I want to try it out once! These powers of faith will be preserved by you for the time being. After a hundred years, I will take it myself!"
Chapter completed!