Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

The faces of the people became extremely ugly.

If no one has ever lived on the mountainside, then last night...

Jian Mingshu recalled that last night he looked at Suqiu with the evil mirror, but there was no one in the mirror.If Suqiu is a monster, no matter what, the mirror should not be empty.Based on this, he is willing to trust Suqiu.

Yu Ying smiled embarrassingly, and walked towards Jian Mingshu.She hunched over, looked back at the villagers sitting on the tree trunk, and suppressed her voice so that even the winter wind could not catch it: "Mr. Jian, look, why don't Liu Qian and I go to the village over there and ask?" Ask if anyone is willing to take us in for a night."

"Yeah..." Liu Ruonan echoed, ever since she heard that there was no one on the mountainside, she turned pale with fright.

The villagers are still smoking their pipes: "You want to stay overnight, there are plenty of people in the village."

Liu Qian timidly stood next to Yu Ying, looking at this and that, as if he couldn't make up his mind.

Seeing that Jian Mingshu was unmoved, Yu Ying put on the posture of an elderly person: "Mr. Jian, you are very capable, but you are young after all, and there are some things that you trust me, an old man. Besides, we live together in the village , What kind of ghosts are coming, there are so many people, so it’s good to have someone to take care of them.”

Jian Mingshu took a look at her and said calmly, "I suggest that you still live in the wooden house."

This suggestion does not seem to appeal to the elderly.The smile on her face vanished in an instant, she glanced at Jian Mingshu suspiciously, turned her back and walked towards Liu, chatting with him non-stop.

After a while, Liu Zhong came over to say hello, saying that the three tree trunks had been erected.Everyone had their own thoughts, and when they walked towards the altar, no one said a word.

The sacred tree altar is the same as what Jian Mingshu saw last night.

A small circular clearing in the forest was barren of grass, as if it had been left on purpose.In the center is a sycamore tree with four people hugging each other, and the ashes of the extinguished campfire are still left not far in front of the tree.

The branches of the sacred tree are intertwined, and countless catkins hang down from the branches.Looking at it in the blink of an eye, it seems to be covered with hair that is pulled by despair.This is the "air root" that the banyan tree uses to absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

There are six leather drums on the left and right of the big banyan tree, a total of twelve.

A small path is facing the sacred tree, and three tree trunks that have been erected are poked in the middle of the road, facing the extinguished bonfire.

Jian Mingshu looked around vigilantly, but there seemed to be no vision happening for the time being.

Suqiu emphasized that chopping and erecting dragon gates may be as effective as other people's chopping, Jian Mingshu thought so.

"Everyone come to say goodbye." Yu Ying greeted.

She hurriedly knelt down in front of the sacred tree and kowtowed a few times muttering: "Greatly Merciful and Greatly Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, bless us to get out safely."

Jian Mingshu looked at the sacred tree dumbfounded, he must have mistaken belief.

Several people turned their backs to the three tree trunks poking behind them, and worshiped one by one.Liu Ruonan was the last one. She put her palms together devoutly, and after the last bow, the big banyan tree silently stretched out some new air roots.

At the end of the newly lowered air roots, there is a white magic candle, which is very eye-catching among the messy branches of banyan trees.Jian Mingshu nodded quickly, there are seven in total.Two of them have been burned, leaving only a pile of wax tears; the remaining four white candles of different lengths are all extinguished.

"What do you mean by this?" Liu Zhong looked at the newly protruding catkins in a daze, with a look of bewilderment.

Liu Ruonan wrapped his fingertips around his braid intentionally or unintentionally, and said hesitantly: "This... means to light it. I remember that the lottery I drew was something like 'lighting a candle'."

Jian Mingshu quickly sorted it out in his mind.In addition to the challengers, the NPCs in the cocoon world seem to be divided into two groups - one group is Suqiu, who told them to complete the sacred tree ceremony; No one at all.

Although Suqiu took in everyone in Xue Ye, the one who stared at Sister Zhu cutting her fingers solemnly was also Suqiu.Although the villagers I met just now looked kind and warm-hearted, the time of appearance and the words they said were too coincidental.

In the past, the structure of the cocoon world was relatively simple, except that the main god was the challenger. Why is this force so intricate that even the NPCs seem to be separated.

Jian Mingshu glanced at Bai Wuchang who was holding a red paper umbrella.The brat blinked and pretended not to know anything.Huang Quan guides are completely neutral, they just guide the way and cannot disclose even a little bit of information to the challenger.

"Brother Ming." Liu Ruonan interrupted his silence, "Tell me, should this candle be lit?"

Jian Mingshu raised his head, only to realize that everyone's eyes were on him, waiting for an answer.

"Point," he said briefly.

Liu Ruonan nodded in conviction, and walked towards the big banyan tree in the center.

Strange to say, she was about five or six steps away from the banyan tree, and the white candle closest to her ignited.The little girl was stunned for a moment, then took a step to the side, and the adjacent candles lit up in sequence.

Jian Mingshu understood in an instant that what the candle burns is the aura of a person.

Just like a big banyan tree draws spiritual energy from heaven and earth into its body through its air roots, this tree also absorbed a few wisps of spiritual energy from Liu Ruonan within a few steps and lit the four candles.

No wonder these candles are all born on the air roots of the banyan tree.

Everyone was attracted by the candle in front of them, but no one noticed that behind them, the tree trunk used to erect the dragon gate quietly changed its shape.

The originally straight trunk twisted quietly, gradually forming the appearance of a figurine.From a distance, it looks like an evil god holding a spear.

Liu Ruonan took a few more steps towards this candle, and the last candle suddenly flew up and pierced towards her heart.

Liu Ruonan screamed, and subconsciously squatted down. Liu Zhong was the closest to her, and slapped the magic candle aside.

The candle was slapped to the side of the fir tree, and a hole was directly cut through the thick trunk of the bowl.The fir tree snapped along the hole and fell sideways in the forest.

Fazhu adjusted the direction, and then went to the little girl's Tianling Gai.Liu Ruonan was so frightened that he hugged his head and curled up on the ground, trembling all over.

The speed of the candle is extremely fast, like a bullet out of the chamber.Jian Mingshu still had a few steps before he could get the flying candle, seeing that the unlit candle was about to pierce a hole in the little girl's head.

A light arrow burning with green fire collided with the magic candle, and the magic candle was instantly ignited by the green fire, turned around and fell to the ground.

Jian Mingshu recognized this ghost at a glance——

"Uncle Ming, your brush is perfect!"

Bai Wuchang's sharp eyes saw the green fire burning the incarnation of "Dharma Candle" to ashes, revealing its original appearance: a white jade pen body with a purple ribbon, gray and white hair, and two gold-plated characters "Qingyang" at the end of the pen barrel.

"Qingyang" is exactly the character of Qingyang, the first owner of Judgment Lingbi, Huaian Wang Jian of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.After Jian Qingyang became the founder of the Pingdu Xianmen, he directly followed the Biao characters and took the Taoist name of Qingyangzi.

What the hell is this magic pen doing all of a sudden?

Jian Mingshu didn't have time to think about it.He gently raised his hand, and the Judgment Spirit Pen obediently responded to the master's call and rose into the air.Just as he was about to reach out to pick up the magic weapon he had lost, a green fire arrow rubbed against his fingertips, and poked the ground next to Jian Mingshu like a warning.

Jian Mingshu immediately looked at where the light arrow came from, the archer still drew his bow fully, and the tip of the arrow licking the green fire was threateningly facing Jian Mingshu.

The whole body of the archer was wrapped in a huge black cloak, and the whole cloak was like ink on rice paper.There was clearly no wind in the forest, and the outline of the cloak was like ghost fog blown away by the breeze, as if it was about to melt into the cold winter air.

The hood covered the upper half of his face, and the black mask covered the lower half of his face.Under the shadow of the hood, only the left eye is left with gray cold eyes, aiming at Jian Mingshu through the arrow burning with green fire.

"It's you!" Jian Mingshu said.

He didn't make a sound, and he didn't show his face at all. For some reason, Jian Mingshu just had a premonition—this is the person who burst out of the fire after the fire fell from the sky last night.

The last time, after he appeared, the Judgment Pen was lost.

Before everyone had time to react, the man in the black mask loosened his bowstring, and a green fire arrow flew towards Jian Mingshu's front.

The speed was so fast that he had no time to dodge, the long arrow brushed against his face, and the green tongue of flame brushed against the skin of his cheek.Unlike the expected blazing flame, when the fire passed by, it was like a cold wind cutting through it.

"Uncle Ming, be careful!" In desperation, Bai Wuchang reminded him.

As the guide of Huang Quan, he is determined not to give any hints.This sentence of "be careful" is enough for him to spend several days in Wangchuan Blood Prison.

Hearing the reminder, Jian Mingshu immediately took a big step back, and thrust a wooden spear obliquely at the place where he had just stood.

A wooden figurine leaped stiffly from behind him, grasped the wooden spear, and struggled to pull it out.And three steps away from him, stood a similar Kirito figurine, with a green rocket still pierced in his forehead, maintaining the posture of holding a wooden spear high, motionless.

Just that arrow, it turned out to be shooting it.

Jian Mingshu caught a glimpse of where Liu Zhongli's Longmen was just now.The three tree trunks have long since disappeared, leaving only traces of rooting on the ground.

The figurines pulled out the wooden spear with all their strength, and immediately chased Jian Mingshu and stabbed him.Except for the one that was nailed to the ground by the arrow, there was another one that rushed towards Liu Zhong, and the field was in a mess. Liu Ruonan sat on the ground and began to cry in despair.

Jian Mingshu dexterously made a circle with the figurines chasing him, and grabbed the magic pen that quietly lifted into the air.

The barrel of the white jade pen twirled familiarly in his hand, and Jian Mingshu quickly made a talisman in the air and hit the figurine's face.

When the spell hit the figurine, it was like scratching his itch, but it didn't work.The wooden figurine's eyeballs turned with great difficulty, staring blankly at Jian Mingshu, and raised the wooden spear in his hand.

Why did this magic pen suddenly lose its effect?

Jian Mingshu didn't have time to think about it, he dodged backwards, and happened to bump into something like ice.

It was the man in the black mask.

He lowered his head, looked down at Jian Mingshu, and involuntarily twisted Jian Mingshu's right hand holding the Judgment Pen.

Jian Mingshu immediately grasped the Judgment Pen tightly, but this man moved him in front of him, and the two of them turned around in a circle, taking advantage of the situation and changing positions.

Immediately afterwards, Jian Mingshu saw a long wooden spear piercing the man's black cloak and stabbing towards himself.

It was the wooden figurine who was chasing Jian Mingshu just now!

The wooden spear was about two meters long, and after piercing through the man in the black mask, it was still piercing towards Jian Mingshu.

——Did this wooden man wear kebabs in his previous life? !