Shamanism is a very special group.


It is not a religion because there are no strict systems and canons, and it is only those people who have shaman behavior. It was widely distributed among the nomads in Guanwai, southwest and northwest, and there are slight differences in all areas, but they are generally similar.

However, in modern times, the adherents directly set up sects in order to concentrate their beliefs and facilitate management. In a strict sense, they are no longer pure shamanism. They are like ancient astrology, inviting God, praying, and other secret techniques. All are lost. Instead, they absorbed some tantric and necromancers such as Tanggut, and even Western exotic religions.

This great mage is the principal in the northwest region.

For decades, they have infiltrated all walks of life. They have been ambushed from top to bottom, and the amount of information they hold is extremely large. Basically, when the Xia government learned of the concept of Reiki, they already knew it.

A group of restless people is about to make a move. The main task of the northwest region is to follow a map handed down from their ancestors and to restart an altar near Jiaohe.

“How far is it?”

The results of several generations of hard work have finally surfaced. The Archmage also has some urgency.

“Only in front, in front!”

The runners sweated and walked for a while. Suddenly they stopped and said, “It is there!”

Everyone stops at Guanlan, see here is Daokou, there is a huge rock hanging roof, under a shadow. On the left side of the hill, there is another hole, and the outer wall shows signs of destruction.

This hole was originally a gap in the mountain, but also hidden in the shadow of boulders, can only lean over and climb out. If Nanjing Night Net is not congenital and feels a strange atmosphere, he cannot find it.

This is the reason why Zhang Wei holds him.

Of course, they are now making corpses, can smell the gas of guilty devils, and are facing each other in a tumultuous manner.

“Someone came?”

The Grand Master looked at the trace, his face brushed down, his thoughts turned, and finally he was calm and calm: Forget it.

Immediately after he pulled out a weird human scroll, he recognized the position and said, “This is a wormhouse, and the real entrance should be over there.”

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