The Lord of Reincarnation - 460. Chapter 459

A carriage was slowly advancing on the official road.

Du Qiankun is holding a horse whip and doing the work of a coachman, but he is happy.

After all, he was pretty sure that there was a big boss sitting in the carriage.

Even if it is just some martial arts guidance, he has benefited a lot.

Now this senior wants to go to the East China Sea, how can he fail to do nothing?

Although… this senior would go crazy from time to time, but fortunately it was still bearable.

Inside the carriage.

Fang Xian opened his eyes, and his original madness retreated for one point.

He woke up again:’Very good… During my madness, I can’t act, but people can take me to act…Although I can control the other party by means of poison, how can it compare to other people’s sincere efforts? ‘

After observing some time ago, he confirmed that Du Qiankun is the kind of righteous person.

And, there is a little stupidity, especially the kind that pays attention to promises.

Of course, the other party is not a fool, he must have gone through the magic way in his heart to become a famous person, confirming that Fang Xian is not that kind of person, and then choose to help.

It’s a pity that Du Qiankun didn’t know that Fang Xianzheng Dao expert pretends everything.

He is a generation of White Tiger Demon Lord!

‘Yueshan County? It happened to be on the way to the East China Sea, so why don’t you take a look…’

Fang Xian secretly calculated that he was in a hurry.

To be honest, I have no feelings for the offspring of these acquaintances.

It’s okay to see you along the way, and run a special trip for them, it’s impossible.

Suddenly, an illusion appeared in front of Fang Xian’s eyes.

Well, for a lunatic, split personality or hallucination memories are quite normal.

But this time is obviously different.

He saw the fire, the sea… the fishing village.

There is even a group of aliens that are very similar to the scale people!

They called and jumped, as if performing some kind of ritual.

A bloody “human pillar” was pushed into the sea.

From the depths of the sea,’self’ stuck out its heads, one after another giant snake heads, with eyes the size of a tea bowl, and the tails kinked together to form a smooth surface.

On top of the meatballs, there are some terrifying lumps. Some of them are scales and some are similar to sarcomas, full of pollution and chaotic madness.

The huge mass of flesh with eight snake heads is hidden in the indescribable deep darkness, and there seems to be invisible tentacles extending into the distance, bringing a kind of creepy breath.

It is devouring sacrifices, it is crazily longing, recalling its own name.

‘No…that’s me. ‘

‘However, if it is really allowed to find its own name, I am afraid I will always face the trouble of schizophrenia within the only reasonable period of time…’

Fang Xian pressed his eyebrows, and suddenly sneered: “I found you… I’m in the East China Sea as expected.”

After all, it is the same madness with him, and it is quite normal to feel some scenes occasionally.

At this moment, he suddenly felt again.

That is another place, it seems to be inside a certain palace.

He saw Jiang Yuhe, who had become a lot younger, and saw a woman who was wearing a Chinese dress but was already very old.

The other party stared at Jiang Yuhe, the greed in his eyes was barely concealed.

“The moths have laid their eggs… the next season must be a good harvest!”

Fang Xian murmured and said something.

Outside of the carriage, Du Qiankun has long been familiar with it.

A semi-crazy great master occasionally bursts out some strange words, there is no need to be surprised, does it?

…

The carriage slowly drove into the Yueshan Junjun City.

“Senior, the main building of Jinfeng Drizzle Building is in front of you.”

Du Qiankun pulled the driving curtain and said softly.

At the same time, he looked at the peaceful tall wooden building, feeling very regretful.

In the mouth of the storyteller and in the novel, shouldn’t it happen that some villains appeared on the scene at this time, letting the seniors show their power?

However, this childish thought only flashed in his heart, and it was forgotten by Du Qiankun, and it even felt a little funny.

The real arena and the rivers and lakes in this novel are clearly two different things.

“Little Du, let’s separate here…”

Fang Xian smiled, and handed over a volume of books: “Here is a martial arts book, which I wrote when I was idle, just as your reward for hard work during this period of time.”

“This…” Du Qiankun was a little embarrassed, but after turning to the first page, his eyes couldn’t move away: “Using martial arts into Taoism?”

He opened his mouth wide, like a toad struck by lightning: “This… is this a book?”

Originally, Xin Wu Kingdom respected martial arts, but after being incorporated into the Shushan Wonderland, everyone knew that the martial artist was not inferior.

The one who is truly above the other is the immortal who lives forever!

And if you want to become an immortal, you must have a Taoist book!

This is not even the case of the temple and the Qingyuan Palace.

A true book of Taoism must at least be able to cultivate mana, so that a mundane person can truly become a cultivator.

It is a pity that no matter how hard the martial artist works, there is a ditch between the innate true energy and mana.

Du Qiankun’s hands trembled, feeling holding a bridge made of gold.

If this is true and the news leaks out, he feels that the current peaceful arena will immediately set off a wave of blood and blood.

“It’s just the first step. It’s just a trick to condense the martial arts true energy into mana… It’s nothing… I hope you can carry it forward, and then explore the martial arts rune, condense the martial arts supernatural powers, maybe you can help the warriors of the Xinwu country Find a way to…”

Fang Xian’s voice is still there, but his figure has disappeared.

“God… Gods…”

Du Qiankun was dumbfounded, he was speechless, and suddenly knelt down and slammed his head three times towards the carriage.

…

Jinfeng Drizzle House, Patriarch Hall.

Although it was the first time here, Fang Xian felt a little familiar with the regulations.

Perhaps it is because these descendants tend to prefer the layout of the main building during construction, right?

In short, Fang Xian successfully found the place where Jinfeng Drizzle Tower enshrined the ancestors of the past generations, and stepped on the broken sunlight to open the old wooden door.

As a theoretically important place, in fact, the defense of the Zushitang is far inferior to the warehouse and the place where the secret books are stored.

At this moment, if there was no one beside Fang Xian pushing the door in, no one jumped out to stop him.

He looked at the densely packed, most unknown spiritual positions, and went straight to the second floor.

Among the important tablets enshrined here, I finally found a few familiar names: Yulongjiao, Yu Xiaohu…

Of course, there is also his own.

“Seeing my tablet, I really don’t know what to look on…”

“Memorial to ancestors, inheritance…”

Fang Xian looked at this scene, lost in thought.

He may be able to take action to help the Golden Wind Drizzle Tower once again make the world powerful, but with the washing of long time and years, what can be left?

“The inheritance is endless, the blood will last forever, maybe it is a better choice?”