The Lord of Reincarnation

After completely breaking the defense of the heathen woman, Xia La, she recruited faster than anyone else.

Fang Xian didn't go home, so he found a camp in the wild and listened to Xia La's statement calmly.

"According to what you said... there are many factions in the Fallen Star Sect. You belong to the Windchaser faction, and that old man belongs to the Listening faction? You were cooperating with them before?"

Fang Xian nodded, expressing his understanding.

Shara sat on a rock, motionless, like a sculpture.

Her body was covered with mushrooms and hyphae, and only her mouth could move at this time: "Yes...but all our sects agree with one point of view, when the stars fall, the ancient ruler will come back to the world..."

The return of the stars, the fall of the stars... are actually the same thing.

Fang Xian nodded solemnly, knowing that his guess was correct.

The Falling Star Sect is very complicated, with many members, and it is not comparable to the Outsider Sect.

Investigators still need to pay a huge effort and price if they want to completely eliminate it.

"So... what do you believe in?"

Fang Xian thought for a while and asked the most crucial question.

"I believe in the existence above the Throne of the Wild Hunt!" As soon as faith was mentioned, Shala became very fanatical, like a loyal dog.

Fang Xian pressed his forehead.

When Shala said "Throne of the Wild Hunt", his inspiration was triggered.

...

It was bitingly cold, like being naked in a world of ice and snow.

In the temperature that can freeze the soul, above the blizzard, he seemed to see a throne.

Endless ghosts surrounded it.

...

"This personality is a bit high, it should be similar to the Goddess of Plenty and the King of Twilight..."

Fang Xian forcibly withdrew his inspiration and did not write poems for him.

Perhaps such a short poem will be full of 'power',

But power beyond his control is useless.

"Okay, needless to say, let's talk about the power you can master! And some rituals and spells..."

He looked at Shala and asked.

'This man is not an investigator at all, he is not cautious and restrained at all, but fanatically pursuing supernatural powers! ’ In Xia La’s heart, there was a realization.

This gave her a little confidence.

After all, as long as you come into contact with supernatural power, you may be corrupted!

Even if the opponent looks very powerful, his sanity may have reached the edge of danger.

"Our incantations, rituals... are mainly two kinds of 'imprints'...they all come from the 'listening sect', it can be said that this sect hatched other factions within the Fallen Star Sect...some of our factions are even hostile to each other Vendetta, but the relationship with the listening sect is not bad..."

This Fang Xian is very clear.

After all, the great existence heard by each 'experiment' may not be the same one, and the source of power is also different.

Faith and power require choices, and some sources of power are even in conflict.

Faction splits are inevitable.

He nodded, motioning for Shala to continue.

Shala took a deep breath, feeling a little disappointed, and continued: "We currently have two types, among which the 'Mark of the Gate' is the existence on the Throne of the Wild Hunt, which was given to the Listening Sect, and then they handed it over to us, and then The 'Wind Chaser Seal' is our pious sacrifice, which impressed the existence on the Throne of the Wild Hunt, and was directly bestowed by him... It was also that time that our Wind Chaser faction was completely established."

"'The Seal of the Gate'? 'The Seal of the Wind'?"

Fang Xian became interested.

"We believe that the mark is the source of power! The 'mark of the door' allows us to use the angle to jump in space... and the 'mark of chasing the wind' can call our lord's loyal dog..."

Xia La said slowly, her eyes had begun to blur, and hyphae spread from her eyes.

This means that her mind has begun to be eroded and her spirit has been distorted.

Otherwise, there is a high probability that this heretic will not be so calm, but will frantically call for 'the existence on the throne of the wild hunt'... Although this is of no use, it will at most make her become insane, crazy, and even physically alienation.

As for how to interrogate heretics, even within the Keeper, there is no good way.

"Show me these two marks!"

Fang Xian's eyes lit up, this is the space power that he is very interested in.

Although he may not be able to make the same mark, he may be able to use the power of short poems to imitate the effect of the mark.

At that time, there will be no need to drive that old broken car every time you go out.

...

hours later.

Fang Xian drove the car back to the apartment.

He had already seen those two imprints, and had some inspiration and ideas.

As long as it goes through a period of brewing, it can be created. As for Shala? Naturally it was dealt with.

For this kind of heretic, even if he has completely controlled it, he is not at ease.

"The poem of chasing the wind, with a high probability of summoning that kind of invisible monster, the combat power is quite good... But what I value more is the poem of the door, which can greatly expand my mobility..."

Sitting in front of the desk, Fang Xian slowly began to think: "If you are other heretics, if you continue to go deep like this, you will face a big problem, how to choose the source of power!"

Even the Falling Star Cult, in such a situation, can only split into different factions.

Because they are praying to different beings, calling for strength.

Faith does not tolerate impurities, but only uniqueness.

And let the dark power erode itself, naturally there is only one choice.

Mixing all kinds of crazy powers, it must be because he thinks he has lived too long, or wants to become a fleshy ball monster like the bald old man before.

Fang Xian's situation is better than theirs.

First of all, the strength of his current cultivation is not too strong.

In addition, it is suppressed with its own personality, which can be suppressed for the time being.

‘Even if I have to choose in the end, my upper limit must be much higher than that of ordinary people...Maybe before that, I can sense the power of robbery...The power of robbery in this world must be extremely rich! '

'Actually, in this world, although I can't sense the robbery power, I can spread the way of alchemists... It's just that there are too many real god-level bosses, and it would be bad if I was caught. '

'control! Control is key! '

Fang Xian aimlessly wrote and drew on the white paper with a pen, making plans for the future.

When the time came when he couldn't be confused and had to make a choice, he still wouldn't be able to sense Jie Li's existence.

Then maybe you can take one or two apprentices and try the alchemist's way.

'It's actually a loss, because I can't use it, but my apprentice can use it. If I don't do it, I will deceive the master and destroy the ancestor...'

'And, when they grow up, they may not be willing to help me. It's better to describe my power as a hidden existence and try to call...'