The Lord of Reincarnation - 381. Chapter 380

boom!

Just as Simpson’s blade was about to pierce Roka’s eyes, there was a gunshot.

The loud sound made Roka’s ears roar.

Simpson was as if he had been hit by a locomotive. He leaned back and fell to the ground, blood spreading rapidly.

The door of the villa was pushed open immediately, and a middle-aged man with black clothes and black hair and a messy face came in and smiled at Roka: “Hello, this is Love! Investigator Love! ”

“How is this going?”

Roca asked blankly: “I remember… I seem to have seen you?”

“It seems that you are remembering a little bit again. It’s difficult to do…” Love scratched his head: “In short, Mr. Roca, what you had encountered before was not a car accident, but a kidnapping, and the kidnappers still treated you. Pursuing it…today this is the evidence.”

He kicked Simpson who fell to the ground, then looked at the man who fell on the ground, with an embarrassed expression: “Then… let someone deal with it first.”

…

“Familiar ceiling!”

“Familiar smell of disinfectant!”

Roca opened his eyes and looked at the furnishings in the surrounding wards. It suddenly occurred to him that he seemed to have been sent here after his last inexplicable car accident.

No, no, according to the investigator Love, what he had suffered was not a car accident.

At this moment, looking at the familiar scene in front of me, what I remembered in my mind was another thing.

That is the truth of his previous kidnapping case.

The murderers were a group of people in black robes, wearing hoods, acting like sneaky wizards.

They kidnapped themselves, and forced a lot of mental drugs?

It seems that more than one person was kidnapped with me?

Then, it was a’ritual’!

Roca has forgotten those specific prayers, spells, and only remembers the dark night, the trembling branches, the beating flames…and…the frantic people.

People who don’t know if it is a sacrifice or something are all mentally crazy, shaping, painting, creating…

“It should be that three-line poem that I created?”

Roca talked to herself, remembering thoroughly.

I have gone through rebirth and death, but I can’t reach the other side… Death chases the shadows, and will not die without fragrance… But this poem will last and give you immortality…

He read this line of poem silently in his heart, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and the light curtain appeared again.

‘Not an illusion! ‘

Roca stared at the light curtain carefully, and found that it was expressed in a strange language or symbol, but he could fully understand the meaning:

…

【Name: Fang Xian (Roca)】

[Occupation: Alchemist (Level 6-Nirvana)]

[Alchemy:? ? ? Taoism:? ? ? , Wugong:? ? ? , Weird:? ? ? 】

…

Boom!

There seemed to be a thunder in Roca’s head.

Countless memories emerged, flooding his consciousness.

He fell on the hospital bed and began to twist and struggle.

After only a moment, he woke up: “I am not Roka, I am Fang Xian!”

Fang Xian completely regained consciousness and looked around.

The change just now was very short and the voice was very slight, and it did not attract the nurse.

At this time, he couldn’t help but breathe out a long breath: “It seems that this time there was a big problem in the reincarnation, but at any rate, I finally regained it…this time it is really miserable…”

He recalled the scene where he was forced to break through the mecha world, and then went into a madness, and the body and true spirit were about to be destroyed.

In the critical moment, he used the attribute bar, reluctantly used the reincarnation disk to suppress the violent catastrophe, and took the initiative to enter the reincarnation.

At that time, he was completely unable to control himself, and could only follow the trend.

“Now it looks like I’m in a completely unfamiliar world… and… my robbery…”

Fang Xian stretched out his hands and only smiled bitterly: “Withered, dying…Is this the sixth-level alchemist realm? How can it be a pit?”

The first level of the alchemist is the foundation of robbery, the second level is alchemy, the third level is the god of Yin, the fourth level is the domain of doom, and the fifth level is immortality!

And the sixth level, it is death!

What is death?

The robbery is silent, and there is no more magical powers at all, it is for dying!

To put it simply, even though the alchemist ranks exist, they have lost all the tribulation power and related magic arts, and can no longer absorb the tribulation power to practice, it is a little better than being completely abolished!

“The sixth level of the alchemist is a big pit! Although…this is what I dug…After all, even if I have the help of the reference object and the attribute column, it is extremely difficult to develop a road to the Luos… Before the level, these hidden dangers broke out completely?”

“Also, the hasty breakthrough in the last world did not give me much chance of salvation.”

“Even, even the reincarnation option has disappeared…because the small reincarnation disk is suppressing the force of the robbery?”

Fang Xian thought quickly.

Originally, after he broke through the sixth level, he should have died under the catastrophic force of the runaway.

It was the last juncture, betting on everything, and reluctantly corrected some’errors’, from breaking through to death, to breaking through to the sixth rank of alchemist, entering the’period of death’, all catastrophes fell silent.

“As long as you live, there is hope, and a solution will always be found!”

Fang Xian nodded and looked at the attribute column carefully: “This world does not coincide with any of the world rules I have experienced before, so… After the alchemist’s way is silent, I don’t even have extraordinary means? It has become an ordinary one. people?”

“No, no… I can see the attribute bar? It means there is a bit of extraordinary power? No… it is the three lines of poems, which have’power’ in themselves, so I can see the attribute bar?”

Fang Xian is very clear about the number of holes in his own gold fingers.

Even though the attribute column is on him, it would be easy to see if there is no extraordinary power.

But the three lines of poems he chanted had a bit of extraordinary power, and he finally saw the broken golden finger.

If I don’t see it, I don’t know when I will wake up, maybe I will live a whole life with Roka’s identity and memory.

“Poems have power and rituals, it means that this world also has extraordinary roads…I can climb up and find a way to solve my own problems.”

“That flesh and blood mecha, the final curse is a bit horrible, is there the influence of the evil god?”

“However, it is level six, and I am also level six. As a result, it is understandable that both loses and loses. Alas… those people in the mecha world, ask for their own blessings.”

Da Luo’s Tao is the eternal existence of all time and space, but the fifth level is still the fifth level.

In the last world, if Fang Xian didn’t use his armor, he would be equivalent to the Moon Wheel level by relying on his own alchemy.

Only when the mech is on can the power of the sun’s limit be gained, but the Cthulhu family on the opposite side is also the limit of the sun’s day!

“When you face any opponent, you can’t underestimate it, especially those related to Cthulhu…”

Fang Xian slowly closed his eyes to rest.

Before long, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Love walked in: “Roca, how do you feel?”

“Fortunately, what will happen to my friend?”

Fang Xian took out Roca’s attitude and asked anxiously.

“They are okay, but they have suffered some mental shocks. Our people have given them hypnotherapy, and with drugs, they can forget what happened today, um… For them, they can live as ordinary people, yes. A kind of happiness, but you can’t do it.” Love replied with some pity.

“Why?” Fang Xian was startled, and immediately muttered to himself: “Because my trauma is so severe that I can’t hypnotize my memory, or will I continue to recover?”

“Yes.” Love nodded his head solemnly: “And…according to the clues on the Simpson we caught today, we raided and caught a group of cultists. They called themselves the Starfall Cult, and they were eyeing you…”