After completely breaking the defenses of Shala, a pagan woman, she recruited faster than anyone else.

Fang Xian didn't go home, so he found a campsite in the wilderness and listened calmly to Xiala's statement.

"According to what you say...... There are many factions within the Falling Star Order, you belong to the Wind Chaser Sect, and that old man belongs to the Listening Sect? Before that, were you working with them? ”

Fang Xian nodded, expressing understanding.

Shara 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 of our sects agree on the idea that when the stars fall, the primeval rulers will re-incarnate......"

The stars return to their places, the stars fall...... Actually, it's all the same thing.

Fang Xian nodded with a solemn expression, knowing that his guess was correct.

The Order of the Fallen Star is very complex and has many members, and it is not comparable to the Order of the Outlanders.

Investigators will need to make great efforts and pay a lot of money to eradicate it completely.

"So...... What do you believe in? ”

Fang Xian thought for a moment and asked the most crucial question.

"I believe in beings on the Throne of the Wild Hunt!" At the mention of faith, Shara becomes fanatical, like a loyal dog.

Fang Xian pressed his forehead.

When Shara said 'Throne Hunting', his inspiration was triggered.

……

It was bitterly cold, like being naked in the snow and ice.

In the temperature that could freeze his soul, above the blizzard, he seemed to see a throne.

Endless ghosts, surrounding it.

……

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

Fang Xian forcibly withdrew his inspiration and did not write a poem for him.

Perhaps such a short poem will be full of 'power', but the power that is not under his control is of little use.

"Well, needless to say, let's talk about the power you can wield! and some rituals and incantations......"

He looked at Sharah and asked.

This man is not an investigator at all, he is not cautious or restrained, but fanatical in his pursuit of supernatural powers! In Shara's heart, there was an enlightenment.

It gave her a little bit of confidence.

After all, as long as you come into contact with supernatural powers, you can be corrupted!

Even if the other party seems to be very powerful, reason may have reached the brink of danger.

"Our mantras, our rituals...... There are mainly two types of 'imprints'...... They all come from the 'Listening Sect', which has spawned other factions within the Fallen Star Order, so to speak...... Some of our factions are even hostile to each other, but the relationship with the Listening Sect is not bad......"

This Fang Immortal was very clear.

After all, the great being that each 'test subject' hears may not be the same, and the source of power is different.

Faith and power need to be decided, and some sources of power are even conflicting.

Factional splits are inevitable.

He nodded, motioning for Shara to continue.

Shara took a deep breath, feeling a little disappointed in her heart, and continued: "We currently have two kinds, among them, the 'Seal of the Gate' is the existence on the Throne of the Wild Hunt, which was given to the Listening Sect, and then passed on to us by them, and the subsequent 'Seal of the Chasing Wind' is our devout sacrifice, which impressed the existence above the Throne of the Wild Hunt, and was directly given by Him...... It was also at that time that our Wind-Chasing faction was completely established. ”

"'The Mark of the Door'?" The Mark of the Wind'? ”

Fang Xian became interested.

"We believe that the sigil is the source of strength!" 'The Mark of the Door', which allows us to use angles to complete space jumps...... And the 'Seal of the Wind' can call my lord's loyal dog......"

Shara said slowly, her eyes beginning to blur, and hyphae spread from her eyes.

This meant that her mind had begun to be eroded and her spirit distorted.

Otherwise, this heretic would most likely not be so calm, but would frantically call for 'Existence on the Throne of the Wild Hunt'...... Although this did not help, at most it made her herself insane, insane, and even physically alienated.

As for how to interrogate heretics, even within the Secret Keepers, there is no very good way to interrogate them.

"Show me, these two sigils!"

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

While he may not be able to make the same mark, he may be able to use the power of the short poem to mimic 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 back to the apartment.

He had already seen those two marks and had some inspiration and ideas.

As long as it takes a period of gestation, it can be created, as for Xara? Naturally, it was disposed of.

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

"The Poetry of the Wind, most likely to summon that kind of invisible monster, the combat power is quite good...... But what I value more is the poetry of the door, which greatly expands my mobility......"

Fang Xian sat in front of his desk and thought slowly: "If it is other heretics, if they continue to go deeper like this, they will face a big problem, how to choose the source of strength!" ”

Even if it is the Falling Star Order, when it encounters such a situation, it can only split into different factions.

Because they are praying to different beings, calling for strength.

Faith does not tolerate impurities, it can only be one.

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

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

Fang Xian's situation was a little better than theirs.

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

In addition, it is suppressed in its own person, and it can be suppressed for the time being.

Even if I had to choose at the end of the day, my ceiling must be much higher than that of ordinary people...... Maybe before then, I'll be able to sense the calamity...... The calamity of this world must be extremely rich! ’

In fact, in this world, although I cannot sense the power of calamity, I can spread the way of the alchemist...... It's just that there are too many big guys at the level of true gods, and it's not good if they get caught. ’

'Control! Control is key! ’

Fang Xian aimlessly wrote and drew on the white paper with a fountain pen, making a plan for the future.

If it comes to the point where he can't be confused and has to make a choice, he can't sense the existence of the calamity.

Then maybe you can take one or two apprentices and try the way of the alchemist.

'This is actually a great loss, because I can't use it, but my apprentices can use it, and if I don't do it well, I will deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors......

'And, when they grow up, they may not be willing to help me, but it is better to describe my power as a hidden being, trying to call ......'