The Lord of Reincarnation

The engagement ceremony between Stewart and Shara was chosen in a forest park.

The emerald green lawn is full of chairs of various colors, and balloons and ribbons are tied into an arch-shaped passage.

Around the carpet where the newcomers are going to walk, there are flowers all over.

Fang Xian was dressed in formal attire, mingling with relatives and friends, looking very casual.

He was holding a glass of champagne, and when he came to the buffet area, he saw Stewart in a black dress walking over with a very excited expression.

"Congratulations, my friend."

Fang Xian raised his wine glass and congratulated with a smile.

"I didn't expect either..." Stewart said excitedly, "Shara would directly agree to my marriage proposal...haha..."

He scratched his head, and said again: "Also...Xia La said she has something to say to you, and asked you to find her by the lake!"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Xian's eyes were shocked.

Brother, this is your engagement party!

Do you dare to speak like that without suspecting that you have some color on your head?

‘This Stewart, if he is not a member of the Falling Star Cult, is a pure fool! '

Fang Xian patted Stewart on the shoulder, and made a judgment in his heart.

He walked out of the buffet area, but instead of going to the lake, he came to a strange guest in a black suit: "Lake!"

The stranger's expression changed, and he turned and walked to the sidelines.

Fang Xian watched all this indifferently, and had no intention of breaking into it by himself.

'The power system in this world is too chaotic, and the evil gods are moody, it's hard to say...they won't appear in the world because of the prayers of believers, but they may come to power for some inexplicable reasons...if they are swept away by this situation , that would be too bad luck. '

"Although, this possibility is very small...the possibility of me summoning the evil god is even greater..."

If the ordinary human beings in this world are all ants in the eyes of the gods, Fang Xian, who has a personality, is undoubtedly very big.

"Next thing,

Leave it to Frank and the others, I'm just a trainee anyway, just go back and read the report..."

With this in mind, Fang Xian walked towards the exit, ready to escape.

When he walked to the door of the venue, suddenly.

bang bang!

From the direction of the lake, there were two gunshots.

There was sudden chaos in the venue, women's screams, men's roars, children's cries... mixed together to form a piercing symphony.

"It seems that Frank's side is not going well, so it's even better to run away..."

Fang Xian walked faster.

"Young man... we should talk."

At this time, a well-dressed and well-dressed old man in a white suit stopped Fang Xian.

He has a gentle smile, and his big bald head seems to reflect the dazzling light in the sun.

What made Fang Xian even more vigilant was the blurry and illusory scenery around him, as if he was in another space, and what appeared here was just a projection.

Otherwise, the investigators in charge of monitoring in the venue must have surrounded him long ago.

"Falling Star Cult?"

Fang Xian stopped and looked at the old man.

The people around turned a blind eye to the bald head, as if it was just an illusion.

But Fang Xian knew that the other party did exist, and was using the power of the mantra to talk to himself!

"Yes...you are very special...your gnosis is the best I have ever seen..." The old man's voice was unhurried, as if he was not worried about the members by the lake at all.

"Is there anything else to talk about between us?" Fang Xian sneered.

"You are different from those ignorant worms!" The old man looked at the panicked crowd: "It is difficult for the small to understand the greatness...but you can hear the voice of the great being, understand the will of the great being, and use the ultimate Tell us in succinct language that you are a prophet!"

"So, you still want to keep grabbing me and drugging me? Let me be your interpreter?" Fang Xian sneered, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"We are righteous people, and we want to save the world... because the great existence has already given us enlightenment..." The old man opened his arms and said in a compassionate voice: "When the stars return to their places, the ancient ruler will Come into this world, wake up the sleeping ancients as its wings!"

"At that time, a new generation will come, and any dregs of the old world will be eliminated!"

...

Fang Xian took a deep breath.

When the old man began to frantically say the return of the stars, the ancient ruler, the ancients and other terms, his head throbbed.

Before his eyes, it seemed that scenes of phantoms were about to emerge.

It was the subordinates and heirs of the ancient rulers—a trace of the ancients who once ruled this world.

It is not good that the attribute of inspiration is too high. If you are aroused by a little abnormality, it is easy to trace back to some "crazy material". If you can't bear it, you may collapse directly.

"Is this also... the divine enlightenment you got? How many people did you drive crazy to get this?"

Fang Xian pressed his temple and asked in a cold voice.

The old man's expression was even more surprised: "Are you all right?"

He deliberately revealed some secrets, just to use the opponent's high gnosis to pollute the opponent and easily solve this enemy.

But Fang Xian's rational endurance was indeed beyond his imagination.

However, this old man obviously possesses supernatural powers.

Seeing that Fang Xian was fine, he took another step forward: "Come... join us! Your talent should not be buried among investigators!"

Fang Xian suddenly felt a wave of mental oppression sweeping over.

On the venue, those ordinary people who were screaming and running around just now fell down one by one as if they were cutting wheat, their limbs twitched, as if they were suffering some torture in their minds.

Fang Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a completely different scene.

He saw that in the sky, after the stars reached the correct position, they suddenly shone brightly.

On this planet, somewhere in the ocean, a huge vortex suddenly rose.

Earth cracks, volcanoes erupt...

All kinds of natural disasters for hundreds of millions of years seemed to be turned into a pure flow of information, pouring into his mind, trying to paralyze him to death.

However, Fang Xian is not Roca.

"Bug?"

He looked at the old man, took out a piece of dried mushrooms, put it in his mouth and chewed: "Then you guys can feel the power of the worms!"

The "Worm Hymn" sounded quickly.

Fang Xian turned most of his power into a black gust of wind.

The gust of wind blew, and wherever it passed, the illusion was shattered.

It blew onto the old man's body and scraped off a layer of human skin, causing the bloody old man to scream: "You...you...have already mastered such a level of power? Why do you still want to be an investigator?"

Before he finished speaking, his whole body exploded, turning into fleshy worms and running away...