By the dim light of the candle, I looked at the thick manuscript that seemed to have been preserved after countless years of invasion because it had been soaked in some kind of grease, but the handwriting was already mottled and illegible;

And perhaps because it has survived for too long, thousands of extremely subtle cracks have been faintly visible on the moist bamboo joints, and the 'rat hair' on the tip of the pen has fallen off to only a few brushes, Zhang Muzi's face showed a curious color, "It really looks like an antique."

Brushes, such a thick stack of oiled paper, grandfather, is this the relic left by our sharp Li Jietong ancestor?"

"It's not important anymore," Hearing his grandson's question, Li Shansan stared at the manuscript and the bamboo pen for a long time with a complicated expression, muttering to himself, his face suddenly showed a crazy look, "In the past two hundred years, there have been six generations of single transmission, and my generation has finally lost the male child."

If I continue like this for a few more generations, I'm afraid I won't even have an heir, since it is calculated that this is a god who wants to make my Li family extinct, then there is only one way to stand after breaking it, except for this method, there is no other way to go...", waving his hand to summon a ball of flame out of thin air, and slammed it on the offering plate.

"Ah, grandpa, what are you doing here?" Seeing that the antique paper and brushes were burned by the fire and turned into ashes in an instant, Zhang Muzi said in surprise.

At this moment, Li Shansan's eyes were already bloodshot and red, and he turned a deaf ear to his grandson's exclamations, and directly grabbed his right hand, showed a silver knife from his sleeve, and slashed hard in his palm.

The unusually sharp blade instantly cut off several interlaced blood vessels in Zhang Muzi's palm, and before the pain nerves could react, the gushing red blood had already flowed down, soaking the entire offering plate on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Muzi, who didn't believe that his grandfather would suddenly cut him, didn't have a scared look on his face, but showed a blank look, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but he couldn't make a sound.

At this time, I saw Li Shanxian say sharply, "Cub remember, when you inherit the palace and temple to future generations in the future, you must explain to him the merits of our Li family ancestors." He stretched out his finger and smeared a handful of red clay mixed with blood and paper ash on the offering plate, and pointed it on Zhang Muzi's eyebrows.

The moment the bright red blood mud touched Zhang Muzi's forehead, all the fire candles in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall suddenly rose more than a foot high, and then all of them exploded with a huge spark, and then extinguished at once, and the entire temple became without a trace of light in an instant.

In the darkness, Zhang Muzi suddenly felt a trance, felt his body sinking, and his feet suddenly hung in the air and continued to fall, falling in front of a mansion in a daze.

The house seems to be in the process of being rebuilt, and the original two-story tiled building has been demolished in half and expanded into a gorgeous mansion with carved beams and paintings.

I don't know why, Zhang Muzi, who was in a trance, saw this scene, and immediately felt an inexplicable joy from the depths of his heart, so that a silly smile appeared on his dull face.

At this moment, suddenly a boulder fell from the sky, smashed on the remaining half of the tile building, and crushed it, the moment the stone hit the ground, it seemed to also hit Zhang Muzi's mind, making his skull from the inside to the outside of a sharp pain, and he couldn't help but shout out.

Finally, when the pain dissipated, Zhang Muzi's consciousness regained his confusion, but three or two seconds later, two large stones fell from the sky again, and he suffered from a splitting headache.

After that, the cycle began again and again, one changed to two, two changed to four, and four changed to eight, and the boulder began to fall from the sky continuously, and in Zhang Muzi's gradual and uninterrupted severe pain, a vast high platform appeared in front of him.

After the stone platform appeared, the sky finally no more boulders fell, but at this time, streams of clouds and mist naturally grew in the void, and then there were towering palace cornerstones like plants sprouting, growing, and maturing on the stones slowly and slowly emerging slowly.

And every time the palace grew taller, Zhang Muzi felt that the brain in his skull was as sour as if someone had dug out a spoonful of it after being smashed open with a sledgehammer, and the extreme pain made him unbearable at all, and the only hope in his instinct was to faint immediately.

At the same time, hundreds of nautical miles away from Syena Island, the depths of the ocean.

A mass of gray flesh that was as huge as an iceberg, and thousands of twisted bulges appeared one after another on the uneven surface, originally under the protection of hundreds of all kinds of hideous sea beasts, gently fluttering with the ocean current.

Suddenly, one-tenth of the sea beasts that were cruising and hunting around it froze and suddenly burst open, turning into flesh and mud, and the blood and water dissolved into the ocean, and the meat ball itself also sank suddenly, sending out an invisible force into the host's spiritual world that was about to collapse.

After that, every time Zhang Muzi in the Lingxiao Hall of Tiangong Mountain felt that he couldn't support it, the Roshan in the sea would shrink as if he felt empathy, exploding dozens of 'Ocean Hunters' created by himself, feeding him an invisible spiritual support.

Relying on this strange support, Zhang Muzi was in a trance but never fainted, watching a magnificent group of ancient Chinese palaces grow out of thin air on the high platform.

After that, there was a golden light in the sky, hundreds of phantoms fell down, most of those shadows only had a silhouette, only a few could vaguely see the antique colors of the dress, some rode strange birds and beasts, some held blades and magic weapons, and after landing, they were hidden in the palace community that was already full of clouds and mist.

When the golden light dissipated, Zhang Muzi, whose face was so painful that it was distorted and deformed, suddenly felt a sense of relief all over his body, and his mind also recovered a little, and he thought in a flash of inspiration, "Mud Pill Palace, this is my Mud Pill Palace..."

Mud Pill Palace, also known as Shangyuan Palace, is the head of the 'three palaces' of the human body in Chinese mythology, which dominates people's wisdom and fortune.

Legend has it that a person who has attained the path of cultivation can rely on someone else's mud pill palace to predict the person's fortune, if he sees a mansion and a clean door, it must be a wise and accessible dignitary;

If you see three or two mud huts in grass houses, and they are dirty, it means that the owner is stupid and reckless, and his life is depressed.

The first half of the two-story tiled building that Zhang Muzi saw was his previous fortune, and his life was prosperous but not rich, and the gorgeous mansion that was about to be expanded showed that Zhang Muzi was about to have a lot of luck, which was in line with his fortune of getting the land of the entire Scara Island, and he was about to become rich and prominent.

This kind of person who doesn't understand things can't guess the joints in his life, but Zhang Muzi has practiced spells since he was a child, and he actually saw the mystery at once.

But he didn't have time to think about why Soul Nian inexplicably broke into his mud pill palace, and suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and his whole body was guided by a suction force to rise, and a vague and hoarse voice sounded in his ears at the same time, "... He actually supported me to draw all the talismans without fainting, and included all the 'god-making things' left by my ancestors into the Mud Pill Palace.

If it is not broken, it will not stand, and it will stand after it is broken, is it true that the law of the operation of all things in the world is really extremely Tailai, and it is not broken that it will not stand, but it is a pity that I, Li Shansan, have already seen how far this little cub can go.

There is not much time left, and then it is time to break the last grievances in the world, Li Linqi, Li Linqi, you and I have fought all our lives, and it is not a shallow fate to go to Huangquan together today, ah, ah, ah..."

Zhang Muzi listened to the voice more and more clearly, and the final 'ahhhh

Immediately, he felt a sharp pain in his palms, his whole body was sore, his head was numb for a while as if it was about to explode, and his consciousness became in a trance again, and he was stunned for four or five seconds before he gradually realized that he was accepting his grandfather's inheritance palace temple in Shenluo's 'Xingtian Palace' at this moment, but suddenly after being stabbed in his palm, he broke into his mud pill palace.

"Grandpa, you, you're crazy and even holding a knife..."Recalling a qiē Zhang Muzi couldn't help but raise his head angrily and wanted to question the reason why his grandfather cut him, but he choked up on the desperate eyes of Li Shansan, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon and his body was as stiff as a clay fetus.

"Grandpa, you, you're like this, grandpa, grandpa...", the induction between blood relatives made Zhang Muzi realize that something was wrong, and he didn't care about getting angry anymore, so he rushed to his grandfather's side in panic and shouted loudly.

Seeing that his grandfather didn't answer for a long time, the dim light in his eyes slowly dissipated, Zhang Muzi could only stumble out of the hall, and shouted desperately at the door, "Help, help, come quickly..."

At this time, the wind and rain were raging on Shenluo Island, although the top of Tiangong Mountain was higher than the rain clouds, but the howling hurricane rolled up the sky and mist, churning in the palace temple to completely cover the bright moon, and the continuous rumbling thunder from the mountains also completely swallowed Zhang Muzi's cries for help.