Chapter 459 Small Building
In the ancient ancestral hall.
The light and shadow shattered, causing Fang Xian's thoughts to suddenly diverge.
The madness in his mind began to grow, and at the same time, his power surged.
An inexplicable feeling made him realize that what he wanted to do would definitely succeed!
Once upon a time, it was extremely difficult to create a magic spell.
But at this time, the realm has been reached and the power has been acquired. All he needs to do is to "determine" the effect of this magic.
“Blessing!”
"I bless this place, bless this place..."
"For all those who sincerely worship the ancestors of this place, the proportion of geniuses among their bloodline descendants will increase in the future..."
It's a horrible effect.
Fang Xian fixed the activity of "worship" into a special "ritual", and the blood blessing was the result and gift of the ritual.
As for the duration of its effectiveness, it would probably take tens of thousands of years, or even permanent.
Permanent change, this is the horror of level seven!
“Haha…haha…no matter who these people are, as long as we pray sincerely, we will benefit…”
Fang Xian laughed loudly, and suddenly, his laughter became uncontrollable.
After all, it is unrealistic to expect a half-crazy person to control himself all the time.
At this moment, he felt an impulse in his heart, and his hands and feet began to dance unconsciously.
If the previous commotion wasn't enough to attract anyone, this one clearly indicated that there was a thief here.
Trample!
Along with the footsteps, an old man who seemed to be a guard yawned and walked up the stairs. He was startled and his fingers and beard trembled with anger: "You...you...you..."
In his opinion, Fang Xian's actions at this time were just like dancing in the ancestral hall, which had the same mocking effect as disco in front of the grave. It would be strange if it did not make future generations furious.
"You bold lunatic, stop now!"
The old man roared and thrust out both palms with power as strong as a rainbow.
Although he is not a grandmaster, he is also a congenital master. His palm that can break mountains and shatter rocks is quite famous in the martial arts world. He believes that even a grandmaster or a weird monster would dare to challenge him with this pair of iron palms .
But at this moment, he slapped Fang Xian with both his palms, and felt that the surging true energy was like a drop in the ocean, disappearing in an instant.
Not only that, Fang Xian just moved his right hand unconsciously, and the old man felt an overwhelming force surging towards him. He flew up unconsciously, broke through the roof, and fell straight down. He didn't know how many bones were broken.
"This... this is at least a Grandmaster..."
"You are a great master, but you dressed up as a beggar and went to dance in someone's ancestral hall... Are you crazy?"
The old man was so grief-stricken and angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Elder Ni?"
This movement immediately attracted more people's attention.
A large number of warriors in powerful attire emerged from all directions and surrounded the ancestral hall.
They were just afraid of the "big enemy" who could seriously injure Elder Ni, a congenital master, and they were also afraid of destroying the tablets of the ancestors, so they could only surround him but not attack.
"The host is here!"
Not long after, several Xiantian elders, accompanied by a young girl, came to the outside of the ancestral hall. Looking at this scene, their expressions were gloomy: "Why are there enemies coming to our ancestral hall?"
The girl was very puzzled.
If it is an enemy of Jinfengxiyu Tower, then attacking her personally or the warehouse will be more effective than the ancestral hall which is only of commemorative significance.
"Owner..."
Elder Ni, his shirt collar stained with blood, stepped forward and told the story.
"What?"
Before the female host could do anything, the innate elders were furious: "How dare you dance in our ancestral hall? Are you blaspheming our ancestors?"
"A bold lunatic, audacious as hell."
Originally, they thought it might be a senior who had a close relationship with Jinfengxiyu Tower, and a misunderstanding occurred.
But after hearing that the man was dressed as a beggar and dared to dance in the ancestral hall, they were certain that this was an enemy, and an enemy with an extremely bad character.
"Owner, give the order and fight him!"
"Humph, it must be those former decent people... Although we all obeyed Xin Wuguo's orders and stopped fighting, they obviously won't give up and even came up with this method to disgust us!"
…
The girl frowned her pretty eyebrows and suddenly said, "Silence."
She seemed to have great prestige here, and everyone fell silent.
"You wait here, I will go in and meet that person."
The girl waved her hand and walked straight into the ancestral hall.
The girl's name is Yu Xiaolou.
The reason why she could become the owner of Jinfengxiyu Tower was partly because of her bloodline, and partly because of her talent.
Although Yu Xiaolou is only eighteen years old, he has already reached the level of a master!
Although… after the Xinwu Kingdom was integrated into the Shushan Fairyland, it is said that due to changes in the vitality, practicing martial arts is much easier than before, but it is also a remarkable achievement.
And she is the only grandmaster of the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower, holding the power, and no one dares to refute her words.
Yu Xiaolou took a deep breath and walked into the first floor.
She glanced around and saw that the numerous tablets and altars, as well as the incense, candles and offerings on them, were not damaged, and she couldn't help but feel a little relieved.
This doesn't sound like the behavior of someone seeking revenge.
But here, she did hear the sound coming from the second floor, as if someone was jumping around with a chaotic rhythm.
'Is there really someone dancing in the ancestral hall?'
Her forehead wrinkled into a beautiful "川" character and she stepped onto the stairs.
Boom boom!
Trample!
In the wooden attic, the sound of footsteps never ceased.
They are sometimes dense, sometimes slow, like chaotic drum beats.
But after listening to it many times, Yu Xiaolou actually felt that there seemed to be some kind of rhythm hidden in the chaotic footsteps.
Boom boom!
She couldn't help but stop and listen for a moment longer.
She didn't know when, but she felt her heartbeat suddenly synchronized with the footsteps upstairs, as if it was actively beating to the beat.
Yu Xiaolou was immediately frightened.
After all, she is a master. How powerful does one need to be to plot against her like this?
She had never heard of this magical sonic martial arts.
"No, this is not martial arts, but magic!"
"When did my Golden Wind and Rain Tower offend a cultivator?"
Yu Xiaolou's heart sank immediately.
Facts have proven that if a warrior offends a cultivator, disaster is sure to befall him.
Even just by listening to the footsteps, she had already suffered some internal injuries, and it felt like the blood in her body was flowing backwards.
Just when Yu Xiaolou was about to collapse, the footsteps stopped.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Although she wanted to run away, a look of struggle appeared on her face. She still went up to the second floor and bowed directly: "I am Yu Xiaolou, the owner of Jinfengxiyu Tower. I am honored to meet you, senior. If we have offended you before, I hope you will forgive me..."
After saying this, Yu Xiaolou did not dare to look up, and waited anxiously for the verdict of fate.
