A light hum suddenly sounded behind him, echoing several times in the empty inner hall and then bringing out a few faint echoes, Xun Qinyi got up and turned his head to look, Xun Yichang didn't know when he had walked behind him, and in front of the head of the Xun family, an old man in a Taoist robe with white hair and beard was retracting his gaze to look at Xun Yilong's corpse on the stone platform, and turned his head to meet Xun Qinyi's slightly inquiring gaze. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The eyes hurt slightly, and the demonic heavy pupils came out consciously, and even the golden vertical pupils had flashed slightly, this kind of special image that only appeared when the intuition was stimulated after encountering extreme terror, instantly made Xun Qinyi confirm the identity of the person who came, the contemporary Xun Clan Great Elder, the legendary cultivator.

"Oh, that's kind of interesting!"

Looking at Xun Qinyi's exposed heavy pupils, the old man in the Taoist robe nodded in surprise and didn't say anything more, turned around and walked straight to the stone platform, behind him, Xun Yichang nodded to Xun Qinyi, and followed closely with his concubine.

"At that soul sacrifice ten years ago, I told you that it was too rigid and easy to break, and a family wanted not only a reckless man who was on a rampage, but also a helmsman!

There was no emotion on his face, and the old man in the robe had a little regret in his words, but he couldn't tell whether it was a sigh for the dead or a warning for the living.

"Still no news at all?"

After staring for only a moment, the Great Elder of the Xun Clan turned around and walked slowly back to ten meters away, and then turned to face the stone platform again, casually asking Xun Yichang, who was also following the same steps.

"It's almost certain that it's the Dark Alliance!"

Without saying a word, following behind the old man in the Taoist robe, Xun Yichang replied in a muffled voice.

"Hmph, Jialanchai..."

The corners of his eyes jumped, and after the Great Elder of the Xun Clan shouted two names in a low voice, he didn't seem to have the intention of going on, and he began to slowly surround the stone platform with his feet raised.

As the Great Elder of the Xun Clan walked away with a strange pace and rhythm, a little pure white starlight began to leak from the pale cyan robe, some of which flew up without wind, floating and pasting the many reliefs on the wall of the inner hall, most of them were illusions and floated onto the stone platform, and began to rotate and float around Xun Yilong's corpse.

"The soul is back!

In the Mengmeng chant with a heavy Wu voice, more and more starlight leaked out of the robes of the Great Elder of the Xun Clan, and then, after lighting up almost all the reliefs, Xun Yilong's body was finally completely wrapped in a layer of pure white.

"Up!"

Stopping, the Great Elder of the Xun Clan glanced around with satisfaction, and then with a soft drink, the lighted reliefs on the walls of the surrounding halls began to flicker with more dazzling light, and then, one by one, translucent phantoms began to poke out of the reliefs.

And Xun Qinyi, who has been hiding on the side and watching coldly, in fact, at the moment when the many reliefs were lit, he found that many reliefs engraved on the wall of the inner hall were mostly the images of the previous generation of the Xun family, and at this moment, there were many phantoms of the reliefs, and their slightly blurred appearance was also the same as the heads of the various generations.

Like ghosts, after the phantoms of dozens of Xun family masters fell to the ground one after another, they all flew straight towards the center of the main hall, and some even directly crossed Xun Qinyi and Xun Yichang, and gradually converged in front of the stone platform where Xun Yilong's body was placed.

"The soul is back!

"The soul is back!

"The soul is back!

The first ghostly chant came from a certain shadow, and immediately, one after another, the thick Wu Yin chant began to emerge one after another, and it didn't take long for the chanting that was still a little chaotic at first to converge into one, and the rumbling chant began to resound throughout the hall.

The repeated chanting was not only not the slightest gloomy and obscure, but full of a sense of sacredness and solemnity, and then, the phantoms of the heads of the various generations began to slowly approach the stone platform, and dozens of pairs of transparent hands were placed on the corpse of Xun Yilong, who had turned into a light cocoon, dragging him and began to rise slightly, no...

With a glaring of his eyes, Xun Qinyi stared at the direction of the stone platform as if he had seen a ghost, and what was held up by dozens of pairs of phantom hands was not Xun Yilong, or not Xun Yilong's body, but a more vague phantom like the head of the phantom family, as if in a soul state.

"Father, this... Ritual?"

Licking his dry lips, Xun Qinyi looked at Xun Yichang who did not have the slightest abnormality.

"Those tablets and inscriptions in the front hall were originally completely dead, but after the return of the Great Elder, the Xun clan had the ability to start this ritual, except for the spirit of the previous head of the family that had not completely dissipated, in the past twenty years, after the death of the core members of the clan, they will be sacrificed in the inner hall in this form, these reliefs, these carvings, there will also be your seat in the future!

Following the direction that Xun Yichang pointed obliquely, Xun Qinyi found that it was where his father stood at the beginning, and the relief that was almost comparable to the height of the entire hall was Xun Yichang's appearance, and the surrounding of the relief was not like other directions, leaving a large blank.

"Then we can ask the second uncle... Spirit, ask about the true situation at that time!"

His eyes narrowed slightly, Xun Qinyi suddenly turned his head to look at his father as if he thought of something, but found that the other party began to look at him the same way at some point, and he blurted out in his heart.

"The soul of the Xun clan enshrined here needs at least ten years of recuperation to recover the most basic sanity, and if you want to communicate, it is impossible without twenty years of cultivation!

Frowning and glancing at Xun Yilong's soul who was dragged by many transparent hands, Xun Yichang shook his head and said helplessly.

"The sacrifice of the ancestral spirit is actually very complicated and troublesome, not only does the main sacrifice need a real cultivator to preside, but the initiation and daily maintenance also require a lot of resources and energy, of course, correspondingly, the benefits obtained by the family that can sustain the ancestral spirit sacrifice are not one or two points!"

As if recalling the huge consumption of maintaining this ritual, Xun Yichang's face showed a rare wry smile, but it was immediately covered by a smile.

"The biggest benefit is that with the ancestral spirit as the source of the bloodline, the frequency of the awakening ability in the clan, especially the fire ability, is almost twice as frequent as in the previous twenty years!"

Hearing this, his face changed slightly, and Xun Qinyi couldn't help but look at the souls of the many inspecting family masters who were dragging Xun Yilong's spirit towards Xun Yichang's relief.

The ability awakening rate has always been the foundation of whether each ability family can grow or even exist, but theoretically, the previous generation is the offspring of the ability, and the probability of awakening the ability is not 100%, about fifty percent, and if the ability is combined with mortals, the probability of awakening is even lower, about less than thirty percent;

Therefore, the effect of increasing the awakening rate of abilities within the clan by nearly doubling alone is already rebellious.

"Dream inheritance?"

After groping and pondering for a while, Xun Qinyi suddenly said uncertainly.