Lord of the Divine Show

Inside the military camp.

Zhong Shenxiu looked at the Tianxiu system and muttered slightly: "The Tianxiu point is a little full again. It seems that it was a small one last time..."

With a thought, data emerged one after another:

[Would you like to consume 1 Tianxiu point to upgrade the Xuanyin Soul Control Remnant Chapter? 】

"yes!"

[The Xuanyin Yuhun Fragment Chapter has been improved! 】

[Xuanyin Yuhun Fragment Chapter: Second Level]

…

This time, he was well prepared and could withstand the changes brought about by the Xuanyin Yuhun Fragment Chapter.

Even the resentful spirits that were about to stir up in his body were suppressed.

Although he was sure that he could summon this resentful spirit, he was not able to do so satisfactorily, and it was no different from losing control.

Zhong Shenxiu's mind moved, and some hidden memories in the village surfaced.

"Sure enough... Tian Bufen's mold star cover was killed by me unintentionally. This resentful spirit cannot be released. Once it is released, it will lose control. When it loses control, my memory is also a little chaotic..."

This feeling of losing control is what he hates the most.

This time, his Taoist skills went to a higher level and he did not let the resentful spirits take the opportunity to cause trouble.

In fact, I got a lot of memory fragments instead.

…

At this time, Zhong Shenxiu closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was sitting in front of a simple long table. On top of the long table was a pair of parchment scrolls.

"If the Felix family wants to survive forever, some necessary preparations must be made...to hide part of the noble bloodline...in addition, several treasures must be left behind..."

‘He’ picked up the quill next to him and concentrated on drawing a map on the parchment.

Sudden.

The legendary earl's face twitched.

He was shaking and looking at the darkness around him.

On the bookshelf, the books seemed to come alive, struggling and making various hoarse sounds.

In the darkness, there was a thin sound, as if there were some small insects crawling.

Then, one eye after another opened.

Some are cold and heartless, while others are full of madness.

From the window, I don’t know when I saw a crimson light.

"My Lord..."

The count immediately knelt down: "I am guilty and I repent..."

His lips murmured in an inhuman language, confessing his inner struggle and fear of the destruction of his country.

"The great gate of ten thousand gates..."

Boom!

After Zhong Shenxiu 'understood' the first sentence of the prayer, he suddenly woke up, his forehead covered with cold sweat: "Here we go again, that feeling that if we continue, disaster will surely be imminent..."

He could barely move his body and had to adjust his breathing for a long time before he could regain some of his mobility.

It's like my thinking is frozen.

It wasn't until half a stick of incense was burned that I could start to think slowly.

Regarding the 'Gate of Ten Thousand Gates', he buried it deeply in his heart and did not dare to think about it again.

"The legendary earl seems to have had a premonition of something, and has made certain preparations for the country's destruction."

"Even...perhaps he himself is part of this preparation."

Zhong Shenxiu pressed his chest.

A living legend may not still have legendary strength after death.

But as long as a part of it is preserved, it will be enough to turn the entire Fufeng Protectorate upside down.

Not to mention, the count also prepared other means.

For example...a special sacrificial method.

Ordinary prayers and calls...such a great being may not respond.

However, once a specific bloodline joins, and a special ritual is performed, the possibility of that being paying attention increases greatly.

Such a ritual is very dangerous, but something will definitely be gained.

This is also the basis for the rise of the descendants of the count!

"I don't know if those treasure hiding places have been dug out by anyone. Otherwise, if I dug them out, it would be a huge fortune..."

Zhong Shenxiu secretly kept several locations in mind.

He looked at the twin moons outside the window, pondered for a long time, and then practiced meditation.

Before you earn your life, everything is vain.

"The second-level Xuanyin Taming Soul Fragment Chapter is still unable to do anything to the resentful spirit... but compared to the first level, it is somewhat improved..."

Zhong Shenxiu felt that even if he released the resentful spirit at this time, he would inevitably lose control, lose his memory, and create terror.

But within the body, it can still be done by slightly borrowing the power of the resentful spirit.

And that resentful spirit was a fifth-level legend in the West during his lifetime!

Although the Eastern and Western systems have different strengths, the legendary strong men in the West can be roughly equivalent to the Yuan Dan stage in the Eastern cultivation system!

Of course, a dead legend may not still have legendary strength.

"But even if it's the second level, it still has the strength of the third level Gangsha, or even the fourth level magical power!"

"Now, I am only innate. If I switch to the Western system, I will probably be a second-level blank slate warrior?"

Zhong Shenxiu thought.

He looked at himself, and a darkness suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

In the darkness, a figure emerged, wearing a gorgeous dress with two rows of golden buttons hanging down. He looked like an upper-class Western celebrity attending a dinner party, but...without a head!

Headless Earl!

In reality, Zhong Shenxiu's skin became slightly pale and lost color, and his whole body seemed to have lost its life and turned into a corpse.

If he continues, he will release this resentful spirit and start killing people indiscriminately.

Of course, there are certain rules to this.

Generally speaking, although it cannot be controlled, because of Zhong Shenxiu's subconscious, the one with the highest hatred value will definitely be unlucky first.

"This is also a back-up move. On that day when I was cornered, I let it out!"

"And now, we can't continue!"

Zhong Shenxiu forcibly stopped this change and switched to practicing the turtle breathing skill.

When he looked inside, he could see a map of the spirit turtle's breath, centered on his Dantian and expanding to all sides.

In the catalogue, one light spot after another seemed to correspond to the acupuncture points on his body.

These are the thirty-six hurdles that the Spirit Turtle Breathing Technique needs to break through. Every time one is broken through, the true energy becomes thicker. Breaking through thirty six points is the innate achievement.

Originally, with the shallow spirit turtle energy he had just cultivated, it was very difficult to break through one or two acupoints.

But at this time, Zhong Shenxiu mobilized the power of the resentful spirit, and felt a chill in his Dantian. The spirit turtle's true energy was wrapped in the supernatural power, and it broke through ten acupoints in one breath!

This breakthrough method was too cruel and violent, and he instantly felt the pain of being torn apart in the meridians in his body.

But in the blink of an eye, because his body had turned into a cold zombie body, his meridians became stiff and tough, and he managed to hold on.

…

The night ends and the day dawns.

Zhong Shenxiu jumped up and raised his hand to strike.

In his palm, a streak of white energy appeared, flew three feet across the air, and then slowly dissipated.

"The innate Qi is three feet out of the body. I became innately powerful overnight?"