Reincarnation Master

After thoroughly breaking through the guards of the pagan woman Shala, she recruited faster than anyone else.

Fang Xian didn't go home, so he found a camping site in the wild and listened calmly to Xia La's statement.

"According to what you said... There are many factions in the Starfall Cult. You belong to the Wind Chaser, and that old man belongs to the Listening faction? You were cooperating with them before?"

Fang Xian nodded, expressing understanding.

Shala sat on a rock, motionless, like a sculpture.

Her body was covered with mushrooms and mycelium, and only her mouth could move at this time: "Yes...but all our sects agree with the same point of view. When the stars fall, the Primordial Dominator will reappear..."

The return of the stars, the falling of the stars... are actually the same thing.

Fang Xian nodded solemnly, knowing that his guess was correct.

The Cult of Falling Stars is very complicated, with many members, and it is not comparable to the Cult of Outsiders.

Investigators want to completely eliminate it, but also need to pay huge efforts and costs.

"So... what do you believe in?"

Fang Xian thought for a while and asked the most critical question.

"I believe in existence above the Throne of Wild Hunt!" When it comes to faith, Shala becomes very fanatical, like a loyal dog.

Fang Xian pressed his forehead.

When Shara said ‘Wild Hunting Throne’, his inspiration was triggered.

...

It was bitterly cold, as if naked in the ice and snow.

In the temperature that can freeze the soul, above the blizzard, he seems to see a throne.

Endless ghosts surround it.

...

"This person is a bit high, and it should be something similar to the goddess of fertility and the king of dusk..."

Fang Xian forcibly retracted his inspiration and did not write poems for him.

Perhaps such short poems will be full of ‘power’, but the power that is not under his control is useless.

"Well, it goes without saying, talk about the power you can master! And some rituals and spells..."

He looked at Shala and asked.

‘This man is not an investigator at all, he is not cautious and restrained at all, but fanatically pursues supernatural power! In Xia La's heart, there was an enlightenment.

This gave her a little confidence.

After all, as long as you are exposed to supernatural forces, you may be corrupted!

Even if the other party looks very powerful, but reason may have come to the edge of danger.

"Our spells and rituals... are mainly two kinds of'marks'... They all come from the'listening sect'. It can be said that this sect has incubated other factions within the Starfall Cult... Some of our factions are even hostile to each other Vendetta, but the relationship with the listening sect is pretty good..."

This Fangxian is very clear.

After all, the great existence heard by each ‘test item’ may not be the same, and the source of power is also different.

Belief and power require choices, and some sources of power are even conflicting.

Faction splits are inevitable.

He nodded and motioned for Xia La to continue.

Xia La took a deep breath, feeling a little disappointed in her heart, and continued: "We currently have two types. The'mark of the door' is the existence on the Throne of Wild Hunt, which was given to the listening sect, and then passed to us by them. "The Seal of Chasing the Wind" is our pious sacrifice, which touched the existence on the Throne of Wild Hunting, and was directly granted by him...It was exactly that time that our Wind Chasing faction was completely established."

"'Seal of the Door'?'Seal of Chasing the Wind'?"

Fang Xian came interested.

"We believe that the imprint is the source of strength! The'Imprint of the Door' allows us to use angles to complete the space jump... and the'Imprint of the Wind' can call the faithful dog of our lord..."

Xia La said slowly, her eyes had begun to blur, and hyphae spread from her eyes.

This means that her mind has been eroded and her spirit is distorted.

Otherwise, this heretic will probably not be so peaceful, but will frantically call for'existence above the wild hunting throne'...Although this is useless, at most it will make her mentally deranged, crazy, and even physical. alienation.

As for how to interrogate infidels, even within the secret guards, there is no good way.

"Show me these two marks!"

Fang Xian's eyes lit up, and this was the space power he was very interested in.

Although he may not be able to make the same mark, he may be able to use the power of the short poem to imitate the effect of the mark.

At that time, you won't have to drive that old broken car every time you travel.

...

A few hours later.

Fang Xian drove the car and returned to the apartment.

He has seen both of those two marks once, and he has some inspiration and ideas.

After a period of brewing, you can create creation. As for Shala? Naturally it was disposed of.

For this kind of infidel, even if he had completely controlled it, he was a little uneasy.

"The poem of chasing the wind, with a high probability, is to summon that kind of invisible monster. The combat power is quite good... but I value it more, the poem of the door, which can greatly expand my mobility..."

Fang Xian sat at the desk and pondered slowly: "If you are other infidels, if you continue to go deeper like this, you will face a big problem, how to choose the source of power!"

Even if it is the Starfalling Clan, it can only split into different factions in this situation.

Because they are praying to different beings and calling for power.

There is no room for impurities, but only one.

And let the dark power erode itself, naturally, there is only one choice.

Mixed with all kinds of crazy powers, it must be because he has lived too long, or wants to become a meatball monster like the old bald old man.

Fang Xian's situation is better than them.

First of all, his current cultivation power is not too strong.

In addition, it is suppressed by one's own personality ~www.readwn.com~ for the time being.

‘Even if I have to choose in the end, my upper limit must be much higher than that of ordinary people... Maybe before that, I can sense the robbery... The robbery in this world must be extremely rich! ’

‘Actually, in this world, although I can’t sense the power of catastrophe, I can spread the way of alchemists... It’s just that there are too many true god-level bosses, and it’s not good if you get caught. ’

'control! Control is the key! ’

Fang Xianman used a pen to write and draw on white paper aimlessly, planning for the future.

If it is impossible to confuse and must make a choice, he still cannot sense the existence of robbery.

Then maybe you can accept one or two apprentices, and try the way of being a scholar.

‘This is actually very bad, because I can’t use it, but my apprentice can use it. Maybe I’ll deceive my master and destroy my ancestor...’

‘Also, when they grow up, they may not be willing to help me. It’s better to describe my power as a secret existence and try to call...’