Resurrection of Shinto

　　 shine!

　　 The dark and cold ancestral hall suddenly brightened.

　　Wang Zhiqiang was paralyzed on the ground of the ancestral hall at the moment. Rain dripped continuously from his wet clothes. Under his buttocks, there was already a pool of rainwater.

　　 The image of the rich and honorable members of the past disappears without a trace, embarrassed like a beggar.

　　 An illusory figure stopped in front of Wang Zhiqiang. A crescent-white brocade robe was cut to fit the body. The figure was thin and straight, walking slowly, and possessing a gentle atmosphere.

　　 Around the body, the luster continues to flow, which is more illusory and unreal.

　　Wang Zhiqiang's ghost spirit rose up, and the thick ghost spirit continued to dissipate. Wang Zhiqiang was shocked to see, and he couldn't help exclaiming: "Ancestor help!"

　　 "Don't worry, it's not out of date. You just fell into the illusion and the ghostly spirit remains. At this moment, you will dissipate your weakness for a few days afterwards. Just take care of your body."

　　 "Thank you ancestors!" Wang Zhiqiang knelt on the ground quickly, turning into a sensitive fat man, no longer clumsy.

　　 Ancestral Spirit carried his hands on his back and did not look at Wang Zhiqiang. He stared outside the gate with piercing eyes. Wang Qingchen was paralyzed on the ground and died motionless.

　　 At this moment, a woman stood quietly outside the gate, facing the ancestral spirit.

　　 The big red dress, like a wedding dress, was trembling with the constant wind blowing, and under the continuous watering of rain, it began to flow down the dress, but it turned into scarlet blood.

　　 "My Wang family poetry and heirloom, although it is not a good family, but there has never been a big evil, how could it provoke you?" The ancestor spirit's eyes were jealous, and his tone was extremely heavy.

　　 "With me protecting Yinde, the Wang family will be greatly prospered from this generation. Wang Qingchen was born with my Wang family's aura. In the future, he can make achievements in the imperial court and prosper the Wang family."

　　 "Wang Family!"

　　 "If you offend the gods, it is a great evil and should be destroyed!"

　　 A sorrowful voice sounded, and the fierce red-clothed ghost stepped forward, and the red embroidered shoes had stepped into the ancestral hall.

　　 It was as bright as an ancestral hall in the daytime, and it was in a daze, as if the voltage of the electric lamp was insufficient, and it began to flicker. The ancestral hall was bright and dark, and the blood flowing from the red dress had begun to spread in the ancestral hall.

　　 is like a thread of blood, and in a blink of an eye, it has come to the ancestor spirit, and it has begun to wrap around the ancestor spirit. The divine light continues to bloom, and the ancestral spirit is like a big day.

　　The blood has never melted, but still moves forward. The red-robed ghost sighed lonely and preached: "Respect God, it really is not an ancestor spirit."

　　 "A trivial ancestor spirit cannot be compared with a god."

　　 "Similar in appearance but not in God!"

　　 "The difference is too far!"

　　 In a word, the doubts of the fiend in red have been revealed.

For the **** of Lake Daze, the evil ghost in red does not fully believe that the other party is too similar to the ancestral spirit, and has always suspected that the other party is the ancestral spirit. This time, the purpose of the Wang family is also impure. Dou Changsheng does not know this, otherwise it must be Will be more vigilant to the red-robed evil spirits.

　　 You think you have flicked the red-robed ghost, but the red-robed ghost is just pushing the boat along the river. The king has ancestral spirits, and the red-robed ghosts want to test the ancestor spirit.

　　 insight into the details of the lake god, whether it is just a stronger ancestral spirit, pretending to be a god, fooling himself.

　　 "Ten years of evil spirits!"

　　 "A fierce red-robed ghost who has truly transformed successfully!" Ancestral spirit's face was gloomy, and the blood was constantly eroding, and the divine light had gradually begun to dim. On the side, Wang Zhiqiang had fallen on the ground, and at this moment, he was convulsed on the ground by the blood erosion.

　　 With a big move, under the table that enshrines the spirit card, light suddenly appeared at this moment, and a scroll appeared in the hands of the ancestor spirit.

　　 holding the scroll, the ancestral spirit slowly rolled away, and the tone was silent:

　　"This is Ding Jiangnan, the former court official Zhang Ziyi, presided over the reform, the southern five continents rebelled, the general Chen Fangwu led his subordinate Tianxiong cavalry to the south.

　　 "It was Chen Fangwu who quelled the rebellion, and Zhang Ziyi Kangyuan Zhongxing was the only one who did not fail the reform. Zhang Zi could easily feel that he would paint a painting of Jiangnan and give Chen Fangwu to show his achievements!"

　　 "If I retreat, then naturally nothing will happen,"

　　 "Otherwise, don't say it is unpredictable!"

　　 Ancestral spirit's words gradually agitated, and his eyes were staring at the red cloud fierce ghost.

　　 Hongyun's fierce ghost paused, and then continued to move forward. A faint voice sounded: "Throughout the ages, only a few people have succeeded in reforms, Zhang Ziyi, who has a posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous title of Wenzheng after his death, and a long history."

　　 "These outstanding people were born in the wrong time, otherwise they are enough to be called holy."

　　 "If it is really Dingjiangnan, even if the dog thief who is entrenched in the long water at this moment, even if there is a remnant of dragon energy, he will not dare to stand upright, but the Wang family is only entrenched in Luze, how can there be this treasure."

　　 "It's just a copy of a fake!" The red-robed ghost is steady, step by step.

　　 The ancestral spirit no longer hesitated, and opened the scroll completely.

　　 A military commander who flies with a sword, sits on the horse, with thousands of horses behind him.

　　, with a literary spirit, rises into the sky, the picture scroll shows the horse's coat color more real and natural, and the majestic posture of the horses galloping on the battlefield is also very vivid. UU reading www.uukānshu. com

　　 Even if it is a copy, it is by everyone.

　　 Wenqi is shining and righteous, even if the ancestor spirit is not a ghost, he is still wounded by the literary qi, and the eruption of literary qi sweeps all directions.

　　 is like a war cavalry galloping across the battlefield, rampaging and sweeping away all enemies.

　　 The blood water evaporates and dissipates, and it melts quickly.

　　 The fierce spirit couldn't resist the impact of this literary spirit. It was rapidly diminishing. On the blood-red dress of the red fierce ghost, golden stripes began to emerge, and they continued to be outlined, like gold silk edges.

　　 The phoenix was agitated, and there was a cry of emperor.

　　'S rushing literary spirit suddenly collapsed and began to collapse every inch of the way. The literary energy did not stop the red-robed evil spirit's pace, and the evil spirit spreading from the red-clothed evil spirit directly wrapped the ancestor spirit in front of the ancestor spirit.

　　 The blood thread began to wrap around the ancestral spirit, and the ancestral spirit was wrapped in the blood thread like a silkworm chrysalis. The ancestral spirit continued to struggle and began to wriggle like a bug.

　　 Blood and water poured into the silkworm pupae continuously, and the ancestral spirit's struggle gradually weakened.

　　 The literary spirit also dissipated, and the scroll fell to the ground. It was wet by the rain on Wang Zhiqiang's body. The unique charm of Dingjiangnan, which was copied by famous artists, had disappeared, and the brush and ink had been blurred.

　　 "Fake goods are just like a state's celebrities, and they are subservient and elegant works."

"This has made the slave family jealous for so many years. If we had known this, we would not have stayed in this king's family." A faintly resentful voice sounded, a woman, now leaning on the gate of the ancestral hall, her clothes wrapped around her body like a cloth strip. Weak and boneless, beautiful eyes are as warm as water, quietly watching the red-robed ghost.

　　 "What do you mean? Sister?"

　　 It is worth mentioning that the dress like a veil is still delicate and beautiful, like scarlet blood pouring.