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    "Don't you recognize?" The Mu Mu didn't know when he stopped laughing, and her voice suddenly became particularly embarrassing. "That witch mask, you should have seen it ..."

    The voice of the Taiyu tribe ended abruptly.

    He slowly and stiffly looked at the witch.

    Wu Luo knelt down at the first beast, and raised the wooden box respectfully over the top of his head. The dark paint -gold mask flew out of the wooden box and fell into the hands of the teacher Wuluo.

    Director of the Taiyu nationality suddenly began to step back step by step.

    ... that mask!

    He did have seen that mask!

    In other words, the clan chief who inherited the bloodline of the gods in the Emperor Sangbaishi should have seen that mask ... Under the tree god tree, there is an ancient sacrifice room that the chief chief of the non -Great clan cannot enter, and it is retained. Part of the murals related to the past. One of them, the god of the virgin -sleeved god wearing a deep black mask on the Luohe River.

    Emperor Sang's clan has seen the mural more than once.

    But before that, no one found any secrets hidden in it.

    Taikoo distance is too long and too far today, and in the hidden ancestral scrolls that are never disclosed to the outside world, some habits of the white god of white. Compared with the gods in the city in the city, he likes to go down to Zhou Shan. Walk between mountains and rivers, or sing together with urban people, or play with the monster. In one or two of the incomplete Yiyi, he said that he sometimes put on a mask like mortals for not being recognized.

    "That mask was carved by himself ..." Yuemu looked at the dark paint -golden mask in anger. "

    "No ... Impossible ..."

    The long face of the Taiyu nationality was pale and murmured.

    He finally realized how he had missed a stunning secret in the end.

    In the thousands of miles, in addition to the empty Sangbaishi, there is a fairy gate that no one speaks -Xuanqingmen. Xuanqingmen does not last longer than the sword to fight, but is dedicated to the sacrifice of the gods. After the mountains are cut off, after the upper and lower parts, they most often use the sacrifice method to ask the gods of the sky to come.

    Human gods are difficult to communicate, so "God descends".

    During the ceremony of God, the witch mask is a medium to achieve the same connection. In various cities, wish the teachers and wishes, and they will also put on the mask to let the city god attach the body, or briefly call the power of the city god. People use witch to God, what about God?

    God uses the world!

    "... Impossible! Impossible!" The Taiyu nationality shouted sharply, "God, and the people who covered the soldiers. If you can communicate with the world with witch, why did I not tell the people of my tribe! Ridiculous! Absurd! "

    Yuemu looked down at him, as if watching a jumping beam clown struggling.

    "Taiyin?" She couldn't say scornful voice, "What is Taiyin?"

    Yes, what is Taiyin?

    Shi Wuluo gently crushed the newly red redness in the center of the mask with his fingertips, staring at it for a long time.

    The gods are cloudy, the demon is full of people, and mortals.

    In addition to the god monarch who was also in white at that time, no one would find it ... that was the ancient ancient ancient, that was the real Hongmeng. At that time, even the twelve continents had not been built. There was no such thing in the crickets, and the darkness was boundless. The first city between the heavens and the earth was built by himself.

    Only he discovered.

    It would only be he discovered.

    The eyes of Shi Wuyin's eyes were printed on the golden pattern on a dark black mask.

    Vaguely, saw the hut hidden deep in the forest at the beginning, and the god of white with a brisk smile depicts the beautiful texture on the mask with a pen tip dipped in gold paint -that is so many listening to the gods that the gods have said so much. After everything in the world, the first request made by the newborn Tiandao.

    "Can I touch it and see?"

    Do you know how you feel when you touch grass, flowers, trees and birds?

    "Let me think."

    The goddess in white looked up under the shade of Qionghua, the breeze blew, and the light red flowers fell all over his shoulders and gently rolled down.

    There was only one city on earth at that time, and there were many things he didn't understand.

    Aware of his silence, the emperor laughed: "What are you thinking, there must be a way. You wait for me for a few days."

    "it is good."

    A few days later, Shenjun really came up with a solution.

    After the last brush of gold paint was finished, the god-monarch stroked the driftwood and put the mask on his face.

    "How is it?" It was the first time to pass the Wu Nuo ceremony and make the Heavenly Dao attached to him. The monarch also seemed very novel. He asked him how he was feeling with great interest, while slightly supporting the mask with his fingertips, wearing it straight. , "Can you feel it now?"

    The marks left by the wood grain on the fingertips, the breath of the light wind blowing through the sleeves.

    The world suddenly took shape.

    He remembered the temperature of the blood and the breath of a god.

    At that time he didn't know there was a word called "life and death".

    Until the gods fell from the clouds.

    The goddess threw up the Wu Nuo mask that was always well protected, and said apologetically that no one understands... He promised to give you a peaceful and beautiful world, but in the end he can only give you a broken world. After agreeing to go boating and drinking together, can only leave you with the hope of touching the world with your own hands...

    There is still too much to be done.

    There are too many conventions that are not followed.

    The red clothes fell, thousands of fires.

    He can't touch it.

    He couldn't take it.

    Shi Wuluo closed his eyes gently.

    ... At the moment of the fall, the Divine Sovereign had no regrets, no resentment, only regrets and worries. Do you find it difficult to keep your promise? Do you think there are too many things to teach him? Was it because he was worried that he would be at a loss when he walked into the world in person?

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