The Lord of Reincarnation - 411. Chapter 410

After some thinking.

The idea of accepting disciples was shelved by Fang Xian.

He is going to start a sect to play with. The main idea is to take the robbery that he has lost as a call of existence, so as to strengthen the connection and let himself feel the robbery.

As for the cultivation method of the alchemist, let’s forget it.

‘At the same time, faith…may be the key to the promotion of the sixth level to the seventh level…If I can be directly pushed to the seventh level with faith, then the period of dying will naturally pass…but the seventh-level realm, I I don’t know yet, I need to read more of the true gods…correct my shortcomings. ‘

Fang Xian thought again and focused on the poem:

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

“This seems…is the portrayal of me…but at the same time, some inexplicable power has penetrated…”

Fang Xian muttered and began to recite the mantra.

The spiritual power of darkness is transformed and injected into the poem.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed inexplicably.

There seemed to be blinking eyes in the void.

The shadow lifted the curtain, and something seemed to be creeping in it…

“Just right…”

Fang Xian thought for a while, swallowed a drug that lowered his sanity, and began to take the initiative to fall into this poem.

He seemed to hear the sound of his own blood flowing, and his thinking was infinitely elevated, as if he had come to the clouds.

In a state of almost depravity and madness, Fang Xian felt that his thoughts had begun to touch something.

That is chanting, that is reading, that is poem!

That was… a crazy cry!

“Humanity is not the master of the world…”

“Those great beings were there in the past, and they are here today, and they will always be there in the future!”

It seems that a crazy person who occasionally sees the truth yells out: “The bottom of the abyss, countless abominations, are looking forward to coming…”

Here is the end of truth, the bottom of madness.

“what!”

Fang Xian pressed his temple and woke up.

He looked at the scratch paper in his hand, looking very strange.

The original blank draft paper has line after line of text on it, mostly scribbled, only a few words can be recognized:

“Source, immortality…reincarnation…lost…”

Fang Xian recalled the feeling just now, and began to think about his own’God Name’.

Now that he has decided to become a hidden existence and start preaching, this is naturally quite necessary.

But of course you can’t make up randomly, you must have power!

It is the most orthodox and the strongest to elicit and expound… from the immortal poems.

After thinking about this, Fang Xian picked up his pen and wrote the first line on the draft paper: “Lost God!”

This direction is too complicated, and any sleeping Primordial Dominator and Ancient One can be regarded as a lost god.

Therefore, Fang Xian continued to write the second sentence: “The source of the alchemist, the lord of the reincarnation of the heavens!”

Immediately afterwards, there is the third line: “The master of tribulation, the existence of immortality, the king of endless time and space!”

“Fortunately, my personality is still there, plus so many qualifiers, there must be a reaction… At least, this is the case in this world. ‘

Fang Xian nodded in satisfaction and began to write the scriptures.

If you want to collect beliefs, and slowly tempt believers, it is too slow, you must be organized and have inheritance!

He is going to write a classic on supernatural power, which is somewhat similar to the “Secret Gu Zhenjing” of the Outer Cult.

This book will naturally become the holy book of newly established sects in the future.

“Choose a name… Call it’The Secret Teachings’?’Black Book of Heaven’?’Madman’s Poems’?”

Fang Xian thought mischievously.

At this time, he didn’t have many “psalms”, but all of them were written on the first few pages of the text.

‘Although there is the possibility of power mixing, but in the classics of pagans, it is not normal to not cultivate a few lunatics and monsters, right? ‘

He thought without any psychological burden.

…

After deciding to establish the cult, Fang Xian’s work and rest became regular again.

It’s just that in addition to daily writing, there is more work to compile scriptures.

Time enters autumn.

Fang Xian walked into the secret guard branch.

He has finished his vacation, and the good news is that Love has also recovered and returned to work.

At this time, in an office.

Love is watching some slides.

The photo taken should be the situation in the small town of Landis.

It can be seen that the former residents of the small town have all turned into monsters.

They are like walking dead, wandering around the town instinctively, but they have a fixed range and never leave easily.

“The above… is the summary report of the Lunatic Town case! After observation by a legendary investigator… As long as we stay vigilant and keep secrets… the pollution there will not break out in a short time.”

Frank, who was missing an arm, finally introduced: “Love, do you have any additional comments?”

“not at all!”

Love looked thinner and shook his head slowly.

“Well… after the blockade work is over, let’s review the problem of your action this time… That evil existence is suspected of mastering the power of dreams, and can manipulate spores and contaminate the flesh and blood… Love, you are all down. , Don’t you think Roka can take you out, suspicious?”

Frank asked: “And the last action, it’s the same.”

“That’s because… Roka has the ability to spell, I reported it from the beginning.”

Love frowned.

“Yes, we also mastered those two poems and did experiments… The lethality is not strong… Especially for the spore monster, I think the Roca investigator has reservations in this regard.” Frank added. .

“Anyone has a secret.” Love retorted: “Those legendary investigators, every one of them is like this. Isn’t it true of us seniors and elites?”

“But Roca is a trainee…Look…that’s the problem.” Frank smiled.

“Ahem… he has withstood the test, and I nominate him to be an official investigator.” Love said in a deep voice, “Although Roka has not joined for a long time, he has solved many cases…”

“Ahem… let me say something.”

In the meeting room, an elderly man smiled and said: “We all know that Roca was kidnapped by the Starfall Cult for sacrifice… And how could the mortal spirit not be affected by such a great existence? Our secret guard The sanity value detection system of the United States may not be able to find all the problems.”

“Ketien, what do you want to do?” Love was suddenly wary.

“How about a thorough and thorough review?”

A smile appeared on the corner of Ketien’s mouth.