Suddenly, the huge ancestral monument trembled slightly that others could not notice, and there was a warm feeling in Luo Chen's palm, and a strong red light penetrated through Luo Chen's fingers.

Unexpectedly, it really lit up!

The teenagers who were originally laughing at Zhenghuan seemed to have been grabbed by the throat, and their laughter stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked at the changes in the ancestral monument in a daze, and Luo Jian's eyes were about to pop out.

"How is this possible?"

"Could it be that God has mercy on Luo Chen, and a miracle has happened?"

"Could it be that Luo Chen wants to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?" The expressions of everyone in the audience were uncertain, deducing various possibilities.

"This is impossible!" The Great Elder's face was gloomy, staring at Luo Chen deadly, and with a little effort, the teacup in his hand turned into powder.

"Tell me honestly, did you use any means!" the Great Elder stood up sharply, his gaze sharp, as if it were substance.

Looking at the hideous face of the Great Elder, Luo Chen felt a chill in his heart, his parents treated him well, and his past kindness was vulnerable in the face of interests. said it was high-sounding, for the sake of the Luo family, but when he lit up the ancestral monument, he was not half surprised, and his first reaction was extremely angry.

"Who said that as long as I can light up the ancestral monument, I can officiate... In this place of ancestor worship, you don't know how to speak, don't count, or do you just expect me to fail, to the ancestors, to my parents, do you dare to say that you have a clear conscience!" Luo Chen's emotions exploded at this moment, his immature voice trembled slightly, and he asked sharply.

The reddened eyes didn't know whether it was anger or sadness, at this moment, Luo Chen looked at the ugly faces in front of him, and actually looked up and laughed.

The Great Elder was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, a wave of anger surged into his heart, and the spiritual power slowly condensed in his palm, as if it was about to erupt.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the old man in gray moved his fingers slightly, and slowly spoke: "As an outsider, I shouldn't say anything......

The dry fingers tapped on the table: "But do you know that at present, he is still the young master of the Luo family." ”

Seeing the deep fingerprints on the table, the Great Elder's body trembled slightly, sat back in his chair weakly, and said hatefully: "That's it, Luo Chen is still the presiding priest today." ”

......

On the third step of the ancestral pagoda, the smoke of the huge incense burner rose, and everyone looked solemn and looked at the ancestral monument.

"Please, young master. The Great Elder's hoarse voice carried a hint of resentment.

Luo Chen stood in front of the ancestral monument, looked around, and spoke solemnly, and his majestic voice echoed in the empty tower:

"The mountains are vast, the Luo River is turbulent, remembering my clan, which has a long history, the ancestors are deep, the mountains are high and the waters are long, all industries are prosperous, and the blessings are boundless, I, the young master of the Luo family, I pray for the ancestors to protect my Luo family inheritance. ”

After a pause in his tone, Luo Chen looked at the Great Elder and the others with a little deep meaning, and shouted heavily:

"Prostrate and bow down, meditate on thanksgiving!"

With complicated emotions, Luo Chen closed his eyes, knelt down heavily, and made a sound on the ground.

In the ancestral pagoda, the order of the chief priest was like a holy decree, and the Great Elder and the others had to kneel down with Luo Chen.

At this time, the fireworks gradually filled the entire hall, and everything became hazy.

I don't know how long it took, Luo Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of surprise flashed in his dark eyes.

It was dark in front of him, as if it was night, everyone was gone, and the empty Zuta was inexplicably cold.

"Alas..."A faint sigh, like the sound of footsteps in an empty alley, ethereal but as if whispering in the ear.

Luo Chen looked up suddenly, and saw a white figure faintly on the ancestral monument, with long hair and a shawl, sitting with his back to him, and he couldn't see what it looked like.

"Luo Chen... Luo Chen......" The figure shouted Luo Chen's name sadly, and slowly began to turn around......

"Are you scared?... the figure suddenly turned around, revealing a pale face with empty eyes.

This scene can be described as extremely terrifying, but Luo Chen just squinted his eyes and said angrily:

"It's not scary, the plot is too old-fashioned, shouldn't it be turned on the back or the back? It's too unimaginative to see the face directly, besides..."

After the seemingly relaxed complaint, Luo Chen felt bitter in his heart, and heavy words jumped out from between his dry lips with difficulty:

"What is more terrible than the human heart!"

"Hmph..."A soft hum sounded without knowing whether it was dissatisfaction or gratification, and the darkness in the tower quickly faded, and the white figure gradually blurred into a cloud of mist, which dissipated in an instant.

The mist dissipated, and I saw a woman lazily leaning against the ancestral monument, looking at Luo Chen with a variety of styles, her white and smooth jade feet, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and her round thighs looming with the ups and downs of the skirt corners.

This half-lying and half-sitting coquettish state made Luo Chen's expression dazed, and he only felt impetuous, and his stomach was on fire.

"Hehe, am I beautiful?" the coquettish voice seemed to ring in his ears.

Luo Chen's heart was shocked, as if a chill was born from his soul, and he suddenly woke up.

"The goddess has three jewels, hehe, sleep, go to the bath. In the previous life, the word "hehe" can be described as extremely lethal, it can instantly extinguish the enthusiasm of the other party, insult the dignity of the other party, and tear the soul of the other party.

Rubbing his eyes, Luo Chen looked at it again, and the woman was still there, but her eyes were white and black, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

"Little one, you have a good heart, and I have been observing it for five years. The woman straightened up, stared at Luo Chen, who had come to his senses, and spoke slowly.

"Five years?" Luo Chen's heart sank, someone had observed him silently for five years, it was really scary.

"Who are you?" trying his best to suppress the shock in his heart, Luo Chen blurted out.

"Me?" After a moment of silence, the woman said with a hint of playfulness: "Hehe, does it matter who I am? ”

"What are you doing?" Luo Chen looked suspicious.

"I ask you, do you want to be strong?" the woman said proudly.

"Strong?" Luo Chen smiled bitterly, "For so many years, every time I absorb aura, I will be disordered, and I can't cultivate at all, no one knows the reason..."

The voice suddenly paused, Luo Chen raised his head suddenly, and asked with burning eyes, "Do you know the reason?"

The woman lifted her skirt and sat down elegantly, her two slender legs crossed up and down, licked her red lips and said, "What do you say?"

"Could it be that you made the hell?" Luo Chen asked tentatively.

A trace of anger flashed on the woman's beautiful face, and her breasts rose and fell slightly due to the change in breathing.

"Young man, your thinking is very dangerous, if I make a move, it is estimated that you will not be able to take care of yourself in this life..."

The corners of Luo Chen's mouth twitched, he scratched his head in a daze, and asked weakly, "What's the reason for that?"

Seeing Luo Chen's embarrassed and cautious expression, the woman sneered, looked at him carefully, and then said faintly with a hint of playfulness:

"Do you know that the spiritual aperture is not only the place where the spiritual energy is transformed, but also the source of the order of the spiritual aura, and the spiritual root is nurtured in the depths of the spiritual aura, and it is precisely because of its existence that the cultivator can control the operation of the spiritual aura. ”

The woman's tone aggravated, and she said, "And you, although you have a spiritual aura, you have no spiritual roots!"

Listening to the woman's explanation, a solemnity appeared on Luo Chen's immature face, and he said bitterly: "Isn't there no way to cultivate?" ”

"Generally speaking, you're wasted, but I think you can still salvage it. The woman shook her slender waist, came to Luo Chen, looked up and down, and then showed a more charming smile, and said meaningfully:

"Little brother, why don't we make a deal. ”