In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

The man woke up with a start, his entire jaw was shaking.

After listening to Zibo's lesson, the man roared in response.

The team continued to walk.

Although Zibo was still teaching the younger generation in the wine festival team, in fact, his own teeth have already begun to fight.

For some reason, he could feel something watching him.

In this Pangshan, the only person who can see him is that Shanjun.

Shanjun, our piety, look at it

look at it

If you are not satisfied, I will listen, I will listen

As long as you say it, I can change it. I just ask that you can continue to protect this Zijia Village and this Pangxia Sancun.

On the steep mountain road, 24 tiger servants were still walking slowly, accompanied by the howling of pigs and sheep.

It's getting colder.

The cold air came not with the wind, but from the feet.

Although it was cold, it felt like a burning sensation.

The hearts of the wine festival team were beating violently, and the beating sound could even be heard.

Turning a corner, the top of the stairs is the Shanjun Temple.

Uncle Zi knelt down, looked at the door of the temple, and knocked his head to the ground.

call--!

The incense in San Lizheng's hand suddenly ignited.

Zi's ​​family was standing up and looked up, but felt cold all over.

In front of the empty Shanjun Temple just now, at this time, there was already a big colorful tiger sitting.

The colorful tiger's eyes were dark, staring at him.

Staring at him sternly.

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The incense burns, but it is not fire, but phosphorus, a white smoldering fire.

Uncle Zi felt dazed the moment he saw that Shanjun, and subconsciously took a step back.

That Shanjun seemed to notice Zibo's retreat, his upper lip slightly opened, and his beard trembled.

"I--" Zibo's heart froze, and he quickly stood up straight again.

Shanjun old man, why did he appear in front of us at this time?

Logically speaking, it shouldn't, shouldn't it be until the end of the wine festival, when the pigs and sheep are killed and cooked, Shanjun and his old man will come out to accept the offering.

Why are you sitting in front of the temple at this time?

However, it cannot be returned.

Zibo trembled and took a step.

Absolutely can't go back.

This is the Shanjun wine festival, not a child's play. It is a tribute to the Shanjun by the people of the three villages in Pangxia.

So, absolutely can't go wrong.

Uncle Zi bit the bullet and walked towards the Lord of the Mountain.

The people of the wine festival team turned around, and they all trembled in horror, but they still went, they had to go.

Shan Jun's trembling tiger whiskers calmed down, and finally glanced at Uncle Zi who was walking in the first place, and there was a terrifying low roar in his throat.

"Uuuuuuuu"

Then he stood up, turned around, and walked into Shanjun Temple.

Without Shan Jun's staring, Zibo and the wine festival team finally calmed down slightly, and finally had a little thought.

Shan Jun and his old man really had something wrong.

Zibo roared in his heart.

Last year, he also met Shanjun. At that time, Shanjun was fat and heavy, and his muscles were like hills. Although he looked like a big tiger, he was quite immortal, and his murderous face looked kind and kind. stand up.

And today's Shanjun

Uncle Zi didn't know why, but felt that the aura emanating from Shan Jun was all resentment.

but--

Shanjun, why are you complaining?

With such doubts, Zibo took the wine festival team to the top of the mountain and walked to the Shanjun Temple.

The pigs, sheep, chickens, ducks and geese have all fainted.

"The mountain gate has arrived——" Zibo shouted in his trembling voice, "Qi kowtow to Shanjun to bless——!!!"

The wine festival team all knelt down.

Rather than knelt down, it is better to say that he fell to the ground softly.

After three worships and nine kowtows, Zibo continued to shout, "Blood blood, make offerings!"

"Kill pigs - cook sheep -!!!"

The person with the knife at the end of the wine festival team pulled out his own knife and slashed the neck of the fat pig and sheep that had passed out. Instead of looking for a pot, they just grabbed the heads of the animals, letting the slaughter in their necks. The blood can flow completely to the ground.

Hu Junshi, who was carrying a pot with water on his back, also quickly completed his work. He used the stone pier in front of Shanjun Temple to boil the water on the spot, and the Tiger Junshi with a knife had already started. peel.

Peel the skin, put it in the pot, leave out the leftover ingredients, and cook like that.

Although it was raining in the sky, the firewood that was carried on the back seemed to be untouched by water, and was burning cracklingly under the pot.

The fire was burning, but no one could see it.

The water turned black, as if it had boiled.

Nobody noticed.

Shanjun just lay in the Shanjun Temple, motionless.

But the wall of the Shanjun Temple was already full of black energy.

The door is wide open, as if it is very safe.

call--

With Shan Jun's breathing, the wind was blowing, and the whole mountain seemed to be shaking.

After a while, the meat was cooked.

It was not cooked properly, the meat was overcooked.

The expression in Zibo's eyes was gone. He greeted the servant of the Tiger Lord, and picked up the blackened raw meat from the pot.

"Enter - Shanjun Temple!!!" This shout was full of anger, as if it was not an old man shouting, but a strong man.

He has already stepped into the Shanjun Temple.

"Don't—" At this moment, the roar sounded like thunder, banging on the head of the wine festival team.

But Zibo had already entered the Shanjun Temple.

He looked back.

In that instant, the black qi entangled him and slashed away all his old skin and flesh, leaving only a skeleton that collapsed after a slight tremor.

At the same time as it collapsed, there was a little crisp sound, and the skull was facing outward, as if it was still looking outside the Shanjun Temple.

The other Tiger Lord servants were awakened by the angry shout, and their bodies softened at the same time, and they were about to fall to the ground.

The last thing they saw before they lost consciousness was Shanjun in Shanjun Temple.

The skinny Shanjun seemed to be laughing, laughing and laughing, but he didn't know what he was laughing at.

In the blink of an eye, the two young men fell to the front of Shanjun Temple with a gust of wind.

"What a vicious tiger!"

"Be careful! It's very suffocating!"

It is the two brothers Xiang Yu and Xiang An.

The moment Xiang An said that Shanjun was an "evil tiger", Shanjun's expression seemed to change a little, as if he was sad, but it changed back in an instant, staring at the two brothers.

Xiang Yu kept staring at the tiger, but Xiang An turned his head and glanced at the 23 tiger servants who fell on the ground.

"This is my Hujun wine festival." Na Shanjun got up slowly, a voice came out of his throat, "Who are you and why are you disturbing my festival?"

"Hmph, you vicious tiger!" Xiang Yu snorted coldly, pointing forward with the bronze sword in his hand, "Your wine sacrifice is a cannibalistic sacrifice!?"

"What are you doing?" Shan Jun jumped off the altar and said as he walked, "I've been protecting this place for more than a hundred years, why not try it?"

"Are you trying to fall from your mountain lord status!?" Xiang Yu asked sharply again.

Xiang An glanced at the big tiger in front of him, then glanced at the unconscious tiger servant under his feet, very anxious.

"It's useless to talk too much, brother, let's go!" Xiang An gritted his teeth and rushed up, as did Xiang Yu.

That Shanjun jumped up with four legs together, and then——

boom--! ! !

With Na Shanjun as the center, the entire Pang Mountain trembled.

Xiang Yu and Xiang An stood unsteadily and swayed.

Not only the brothers, but a middle-aged man who sneaked up along the mountain road halfway up the mountain was also unsteady.