The Lord of Reincarnation

In the ancient ancestral hall.

The light and shadow shattered, causing Fang Xian's thoughts to diverge suddenly.

The madness in his mind began to play out, and at the same time, his strength was also surging.

An inexplicable feeling made him know that what he wanted to do would definitely succeed!

Once upon a time, it was extremely difficult to create an alchemy.

But at this time, the realm has reached, and the power has been obtained. All I have to do is to 'prescribe' the effect of this alchemy.

"Blessing!"

"I bless this place, bless this place..."

"All those who sincerely worship the ancestors of this place will increase the proportion of geniuses among their descendants in the future..."

It's a horrible effect.

Fang Xian fixed the activity of "worship" as a special "ceremony", and the blessing of blood was the result and gift of the ceremony.

As for the effectiveness of maintenance, it may be calculated in tens of thousands of years, and may even be permanent.

To change permanently, this is the seventh level of terror!

"Haha...haha... No matter who these people are, as long as they sincerely pray, they will all benefit..."

Fang Xian laughed loudly, suddenly, the laughter was a little uncontrollable.

After all, it is unrealistic to expect a half-mad person to control himself all the time.

At this time, he felt an impulse in his heart, and his hands and feet danced unconsciously.

If the previous movement did not attract anyone, then it is now blatantly saying that there are thieves here.

Tread!

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, an old man who seemed to be a guard yawned and went up the stairs, suddenly startled, his fingers and beard trembling with anger: "You...you...you..."

Fang Xian's actions at this time, in his opinion, are simply dancing in the ancestral hall with the same mocking effect as the disco dancing in front of the grave.

"Brave maniac, stop now!"

The old man let out a loud shout, and stretched out both palms with such force as a rainbow.

Although he is not a grand master, he is also a congenital master. He is quite famous in Jianghu with his palm of breaking mountains and rocks. Even if he is a grand master or even a weird monster, he would dare to touch it with this pair of iron palms.

But at this moment, he clapped his palms on Fang Xian's body, feeling that the surging true power was like a mud cow entering the sea, and disappeared in an instant.

Not only that, Fang Xian's right hand was only unconsciously moved, and the old man felt a surge of unstoppable force. He flew up unconsciously, smashed through the roof, and fell straight down. He didn't know how many bones were broken. .

"This... this is at least the great master..."

"You are a grand master, dressed as a beggar, and went to dance in other people's ancestral halls... Are you crazy?"

The old man was so sad and angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Elder Ni?"

This movement immediately attracted more people's attention.

A large number of well-dressed warriors emerged from all directions, surrounding the Patriarch Hall.

It's just that he is afraid of the 'enemy' who can seriously injure the innate master Elder Ni, and he is also afraid of destroying those patriarch tablets, so he can only besiege instead of attacking.

"The landlord is here!"

Not long after, several congenital elders surrounded a young girl and came outside the Patriarch Hall. Looking at this scene, their expressions were gloomy: "Why are there enemies coming to my Patriarch Hall?"

The girl was very puzzled.

If it is the enemy of the Golden Wind and Rain Building, then no matter attacking her personally or the warehouse, it will be more effective than the commemorative Patriarch Hall.

"The owner..."

Elder Ni's chest was covered with blood, and he stepped forward to tell the story.

"What?"

Before the hostess did anything, those innate elders exploded with anger: "You are so brave, you dare to dance in our ancestral hall? Blasphemy ancestors?"

"Bold lunatic, daring."

Originally, they thought it might be a senior who had something to do with the Golden Wind and Rain Building, but they had a misunderstanding for a while.

But after hearing that someone dressed up as a beggar and dared to dance in the Patriarch Hall, they were convinced that this was an enemy, and an enemy with an extremely bad personality.

"Landlord, give an order, fight with him!"

"Hmph, it must be those former decent people...Although we listened to Xin Wuguo's order and both sides stopped fighting, they obviously won't let it go, and even came up with this method to disgust us!"

...

The girl frowned her pretty eyebrows, and said suddenly: "Quiet."

She seemed to have a lot of authority here, and everyone fell silent.

"You wait here, I will go in and meet that person."

The girl waved her hand and walked straight into the ancestral hall.

The girl's name is Yu Xiaolou.

She can become the owner of the Golden Wind and Rain Tower because of her blood, and because of her talent.

Although Yu Xiaolou is only eighteen years old, he is already a master!

Although...after Xin Wu Kingdom merged into Shushan Wonderland as a whole, it is said that due to the change in vitality, martial arts training is far easier than before, but it is also a very remarkable achievement.

And she is the only grandmaster of Jinfengdriyu Building, holding the authority, and no one dares to refute her words.

Yu Xiaolou took a deep breath and walked into the first floor.

She swept her eyes and saw that the numerous tablets and altars, as well as the incense candles and offerings on them, were not damaged, and she couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

This is not like the performance of someone who came to seek revenge.

But here, she did hear voices from the second floor, as if someone was jumping around, with a chaotic rhythm.

‘Is there really someone dancing in the ancestral hall? '

Her forehead was wrinkled into a beautiful "Chuan" character, and she stepped up the steps.

Boom!

Tread!

Above the wooden attic, the sound of footsteps never stopped.

They are sometimes dense, sometimes soothing, like a messy drumbeat.

But after listening too much, Yu Xiaolou felt that there seemed to be some kind of rhythm hidden in the chaotic footsteps.

Boom!

She couldn't help but stop and listened for a while.

At some point, she felt that her heartbeat was suddenly in tune with the footsteps upstairs, as if she was actively beating a certain time.

Yu Xiaolou was instantly frightened.

After all, she is a grandmaster, what kind of strength is needed to plot against her like this?

She has never heard of this kind of magical sonic martial arts.

‘No, this is not martial arts, but spells! '

‘My Golden Wind and Rain Building, when did I offend a cultivator? '

Yu Xiaolou's heart immediately sank.

Facts have proved that if a martial artist offends a cultivator, it must be a catastrophe.

Even just listening to the footsteps, she has already suffered a little internal injury, and it feels like the blood in her whole body is going to flow backwards.

Just when Yu Xiaolou was about to fail, the footsteps stopped.

She breathed a sigh of relief, although she wanted to run away, but with a struggling look on her face, she went up to the second floor and bowed directly: "The owner of the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower, Yuxiaolou, has seen seniors, if I waited before If there is something offensive, please seniors have a lot..."

After finishing speaking, Yu Xiaolou did not dare to look up, anxiously waiting for the judgment of fate.