Lingzhang

Chapter 336 Reborn
The dark room was filled with purple mist.

From the simple incense burner placed on the small table, gurgling smoke rose and diffused like mist, filling the entire quiet room madly.

now.

Luo Xingqian seemed to be possessed.

He sat cross-legged on a cushion, holding the "Black Lotus Hymn to the Holy Savior Sutra" in his hands, with his head half lowered, as if he had fallen into an unprecedented state of ecstasy.

He kept turning the pages of the book, and a strange tone of voice came out of Luo Xingqian's mouth.

It seems as if it were in the ancient tribal era, with shamans preaching in front of the campfire.

That is the accurate pronunciation of the ancient local language that matches the "Black Lotus Hymn to the Holy Savior Sutra" and is the secret pass truly passed down among the Luo family's direct descendants.

The sense of atmosphere revealed by the high and low, ups and downs of the tone alone seemed to be more ancient than the chanting during the Youquan ceremony performed by Zeng Yunhe in the past.

And when you look closely.

At this moment, every subtle movement of Luo Xingqian proved that he was in a state of deep unity of body and spirit.

The vibration in his throat was the gathering of extraordinary power that he was trying his best to mobilize.

then.

Within the framework of the ancient secret discussion, the extraordinary power vibrated the rhythm of ancient sounds and stirred up the gurgling smoke in the brass incense burner, and then possessed the power to vibrate the curtain of a corner of the boundless sea of ​​Taoism.

It was far more obvious than the purple air that gathered when a cultivator at the Nine Seal Golden Elixir Realm crossed the Dao Sea and revealed his figure on the bloody battlefield in the past.

But the real light of the sea of ​​Tao began to move from the silence and illusion into the real world of reality.

They were entangled with the swirling smoke and dust.

For a moment, purple mist lingered in the dark room, accompanied by the sound of Luo Xingqian's ancient chanting, becoming thicker and thicker with each breath.

Followed by.

When such a strong smell reaches its limit.

Invisibly, through a corner of the curtain of the sea of ​​Tao opened by the secret meeting, the hazy purple mist seemed to have walked into reality from illusion, and now it was about to blend with reality and leap back to the illusion side.

The real dark room began to seem unreal.

The concrete sense of distance and space began to blur.

And in such illusion and ambiguity.

The source where the sea light spread seemed to have turned into an invisible passage.

At the other end of the passage, an ancient and stale atmosphere began to spread in the quiet room.

at last.

From a certain moment on.

In the thick purple mist that runs through this invisible passage, a wisp of gray-black smoke filled with rich spiritual light emerged.

The spiritual light on it is so pure and clear, but the color of the wisps of smoke and dust is indescribably dirty and evil.

next moment.

Such a wisp of smoke suddenly flowed through Luo Xingqian's ear hole and drilled into Luo Xingqian's mind like a living insect.

This change out of nothing seems to be the beginning of all transformation and sublimation!
Followed by.

A large amount of gray-black smoke filled with rich spiritual light surged out from the purple mist.

They entangled in mid-air one after another, following Luo Xingqian's eyes that were dull due to self-absorption, following his long breath, and following his opening and closing mouth.

It flowed through his five senses and orifices, rushing madly into his brain.

In an instant, the voice of Luo Xingqian reciting the "Black Lotus Hymn to the Holy Savior Sutra" began to become distorted and empty.

It seemed as if at this moment, millions of people were reciting the same scriptures in unison with Luo Xingqian.

And that ethereal voice seemed to have escaped from the dark room, and was transmitted from the distant secret realm of Daohai.

The changes in the sound of chanting itself began to bring about more changes.

An abnormal amount of smoke and dust permeated the incense burner.

Also due to the change in the sound of chanting, the gray-black smoke that emerged also began to become more numerous.

A large amount of gray-black smoke filled with spiritual light formed a storm in the purple mist in just a few breaths.

As the energy madly rushed towards all the orifices on his face, it enveloped Luo Xingqian's entire head.

At the same time, the evil light that was a mixture of the clear spiritual light and the strange background color began to gradually diffuse, gradually penetrated into the ethereal voice, and gradually covered Luo Xingqian's entire body.

gradually.

The ancient chanting sounds began to have a more grand aura than the ancient charm, as if in the recitation of every word and sound, an ancient will awakened, and began to convey a more magnificent Taoist heritage in the subtext.

Similarly, at this moment, Luo Xingqian's body and aura began to burst out with a real aura of transformation from nothing to something. The sound of his heart beating driven by the surging blood and the sound of his internal organs moving were like muffled thunder, and inexplicably matched the rhythm of the chanting.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

A long period of time passed slowly as the scriptures were recited over and over again.

It’s hard to tell how much time has passed.

When a certain moment.

When the sound of chanting scriptures suddenly stopped.

When he looked again, there was no purple mist in the dark room, nor was there the gray-black spiritual smoke that enveloped the entire head.

There was only a dim candlelight, only wisps of smoke from the incense burner, and only the lingering sound of Luo Xingqian's clear voice.

Everything that happened before seemed like a dream, as if it had never really happened.

But some changes have taken place, and everything is completely different from before.

At the spot, Luo Xingqian carefully put down the scripture in his hand. When he opened his eyes again.

Very rarely, a trance-like look as if from another world broke out from his eyes one after another.

When he spoke again, his voice was still as vague as a dream talk.

"There is not just a little bit of evil factor attacking my spiritual world!"

"In the boundless storm of evil factors, I almost lost my self-awareness, lost my own memory flow, and forgot everything in this world."

“But I finally woke up!”

"I heard it. In the storm of evil factors, I heard the Taoist experience taught by the ancient sages. I heard their profound, simple and easy-to-understand ancient words..."

"All those experiences seemed to accompany my reciting of scriptures, resonating with the secret realm. After resonating with the traces of the Tao imprinted by the ancient philosophers, it was almost as if they were tailor-made for me..."

"I also inherited an ancient path that suits me from the secret realm!"

"Those fierce killing methods! Those extraordinary power increases! Those..."

"I am really no worse than Yue Hanzhang!"

"Moreover, in my spiritual world, the Son of God descended to the world and the sages passed on their teachings. This inevitably left traces. A large amount of spiritual light has accumulated in my spiritual world..."

As he said this, between Luo Xingqian's brows, a purple gold crown appeared, accompanied by the unfolding of Taoist talismans.

Then, as if accompanied by the spiritual light of the spiritual world, the purple-gold color of the crown was gradually changing from dull to brighter and more shining.

It seemed that in an instant, he completed his "enlightenment" and completed the sixth level of the Dao Seal loop.

But Luo Xingqian's brows were still tightly furrowed.

"Not enough... I need to receive the golden seal, and I need a supernatural spirit seed!"

As he spoke, Luo Xingqian looked towards the corner of the dark room.

Luo Zhaolan walked out slowly from the shadows and looked at Luo Xingqian with a smile.

"Yes! Xing Qian, as long as Qizhou has it, the golden seal, the spiritual seeds, our clan can get it for you! I told you, we will have everything! You will have better things!"

And it seemed that it was accompanied by the appearance of Luo Zhaolan's figure.

At this moment, Luo Xingqian's gaze fell on Luo Zhaolan. Unlike before, when he was held in Luo Zhaolan's arms, his face flushed and he looked at a loss.

At this moment, Luo Xingqian's gaze became much bolder, and he even began to look up and down and move around wantonly.

A kind of almost crazy desire that Luo Xingqian had never had before began to break down the barriers of all existing secular morals and rules in an instant.

He suddenly walked slowly towards Luo Zhaolan.

A certain special feature was revealed, and at this moment, accompanied by the sound of his footsteps, Luo Zhaolan actually felt that the rush of his blood was controlled by the rhythmic sound of others.

The loss of control of Qi and blood actually means the disappearance of any means of resistance.

The next moment, Luo Xingqian appeared like a ghost, skipping a long distance, and suddenly stood in front of Luo Zhaolan. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Luo Zhaolan's neck.

"That's what I deserve! It's what I deserve for my efforts and sacrifices for the Luo family!"

Luo Xingqian's hand that was pinching her neck began to exert force little by little.

Luo Zhaolan's eyes gradually became brighter.

"Correct!"

"You even went to Yue Hanzhang to make a deal first, and didn't even think about using the heritage left by your ancestors to benefit a descendant like me?! If you had no other options, wouldn't you be where I am today?"

"It's my fault. I put the cart before the horse—"

"You even misrepresented the scale of the evil factors in the secret plan of 'The Advent of the Holy Son', causing me to almost completely perish in the evil storm!"

When he said this, Luo Zhaolan's breathing had begun to become labored.

For some reason, at this moment, not only did her face turn red, but the skin on the rest of her body also began to turn red.

"But you survived, so I'll make it up to you, okay?"

When he said this, the light that burst out from Luo Zhaolan's eyes was so bright that even the surging desire in Luo Xingqian's eyes suddenly paused.

On this day, she met Yue Hanzhang and was ruthlessly rejected. The true strength of her family was revealed, but she was also controlled by her clan members in this way.

Every single thing is something new and novel that has never happened before.

These novel things stimulated the most paranoid part of her body and soul. She just wanted to achieve the paranoid idea she had at the beginning -

Sleeping with a top-notch genius with extraordinary talent!

As for who this genius is, it is not a very important matter.
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at the same time.

In the sea of ​​trees, in the villa, in the quiet room.

Accompanied by the majestic spiritual light, the three extraordinary powers of the cold poisonous ice, the nightmare demon fire and the illusory spiritual wind gradually merged with their respective extraordinary spirit species in the riot and became mixed with their beastly bloodlines.

The shrill, tired and angry fox howl also stopped abruptly.

Accompanied by a total outburst of the sharp aura of a beast that was half a step beyond the limit.

The next moment, the spiritual light disappeared, and Huang Zhishu, who seemed to have forgotten to wear armor, seemed to be still immersed in the beast form, and walked towards Yue Hanzhang who was protecting her with the "steps" of a dragon fox.
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Outside the huge city of the provincial capital.

A convoy tore through the smoke and dust curtain and galloped across the wasteland in the suburbs.

In the giant chariot in the center of the convoy, in a chariot that was as luxurious as a mobile palace, the last female grand duchess of the former Rakshasa North Sea Kingdom was gazing at the huge outline of the towering and fortified city from afar.

It seems that from such magnificent momentum and the gradually approaching architectural styles of the northern states, we can see that the former Rakshasa North Sea Kingdom was equally prosperous and magnificent.

She took a deep breath.

It seemed that only by doing this could she truly feel that she was one step closer to the ancient Rakshasa Beihai Kingdom.

(End of this chapter)