The light is shining!

The dark and cold ancestral hall suddenly brightened.

Wang Zhiqiang was paralyzed on the ground of the ancestral hall at the moment, his wet clothes were constantly dripping with rain, and under the buttocks he was sitting on, there was already a pool of rain water.

The image of the rich and noble in the past has disappeared without a trace at the moment, embarrassed like a beggar.

An illusory figure stopped in front of Wang Zhiqiang, dressed in a crescent-white brocade robe, with a thin and straight posture, a gentle walk, and an elegant atmosphere.

Up and down the body, the luster is constantly circulating, and it is more illusory and unreal.

The ghost qi on Wang Zhiqiang's body rose up, and the ghost qi of Sen Sen continued to dissipate, and Wang Zhiqiang, who saw it, was stunned, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Ancestor help!"

"Don't worry, this is not outdated, just now you fell into the illusion and left the ghost qi, at this moment dissipated and weakened for a few days, just take care of your body. ”

"Thank you Ancestor!" Wang Zhiqiang knelt on the ground with agility, turning into a sensitive fat man, no longer clumsy.

Zu Ling put his hands behind his back and did not look at Wang Zhiqiang, staring at the gate with blazing eyes, Wang Qingchen was already paralyzed on the ground, motionless and dead.

At this moment, a woman stood quietly outside the gate, confronting the ancestral spirit.

The bright red dress, like a wedding dress, was trembling with the continuous blowing of the wind, and under the continuous watering of the rain, it began to flow down the dress, but it turned into scarlet blood.

"My Wang family's poetry and book heirloom, although it is not a good family, but there has never been a great evil, how can it provoke you?" Ancestor Ling's eyes showed jealousy, and his tone was extremely heavy.

"With my protection of Yin De, the Wang family should be prosperous from this generation, Wang Qingchen was born with my Wang family's spirit, and he will be able to make contributions to the field and prosper the Wang family in the future. ”

"The Wang family!"

"If you offend God, it is a great evil, and it should be destroyed!"

A faint and sad voice sounded, and the red-clothed ghost stepped out, and the red embroidered shoes had already stepped into the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall, which was as bright as day, was in a trance, like the lack of voltage of the electric light, and began to flicker, and the ancestral hall flickered brightly and darkly, and the blood flowing down from the red dress had begun to spread in the ancestral hall.

It was like wisps of blood, and in the blink of an eye, it had come to the ancestral spirit, and began to wrap around the ancestral spirit, and the divine light continued to bloom, and the ancestral spirit was like a big sun.

The blood has never melted, and it is still moving forward, and the red-clothed fierce ghost sighed lonely and said: "Venerable God, it is really not an ancestral spirit. ”

"The ancestral spirit cannot be compared with the god. ”

"Looks like but doesn't look like gods!"

"It's too far away!"

In a word, the doubts of the red-clothed ghost have been revealed.

For the god of Daze Lake, the red-clothed fierce ghost did not fully believe it, the other party and the ancestral spirit were too similar, and they had always suspected that the other party was the ancestral spirit, and the purpose of coming to the Wang family this time was also impure, Dou Changsheng didn't know this, otherwise he would definitely be more vigilant against the red-clothed ghost.

You think that the red-clothed ghost has been fooled, but in fact, the red-clothed ghost is just pushing the boat down the river, the Wang family has an ancestral spirit, and the red-clothed ghost wants to test the reality of the ancestral spirit.

Insight into the details of the lake god, whether it is just a powerful ancestral spirit, pretending to be a god, fooling and deceiving himself.

"Ten years of murderous ghosts!"

"The red-clothed fierce ghost who has truly transformed successfully!" Zu Ling's face was gloomy, the blood water continued to erode, the divine light had gradually begun to dim, and Wang Zhiqiang on the side had already fallen to the ground, and at this moment, he was already convulsed on the ground by the erosion of blood and water.

With a big move, under the table where the spirit card was enshrined, there was a sudden glow of light at this moment, and a scroll of pictures appeared in the hands of the ancestral spirit.

Holding the scroll in his hand, the ancestral spirit slowly rolled it open, and said in a deep tone:

"This is Dingjiangnan, the former dynasty minister Zhang Ziyi, presided over the change, the southern five continents rebelled, when the general Chen Fangwu, led the Tianxiong iron cavalry to the south, even the battle Lianjie, March Ping Wuzhou.

"It is precisely because of Chen Fangwu to quell the rebellion that Zhang Ziyi Kangyuan Zhongxing, so as not to fail to change the law, Zhang Ziyi felt it, painted a painting of Dingjiangnan, and presented Chen Fangwu to express his merits!"

"If you retreat, then you will be fine,"

"Otherwise, don't be unpredictable!"

Ancestral Spirit's words gradually became excited, and his eyes stared at the Red Cloud Fierce Ghost.

The Red Cloud Fierce Ghost paused for a moment, then continued to move forward, and a faint voice sounded: "Throughout the ages, only a few people who have succeeded in changing the law are Zhang Ziyi. ”

"Such a person was born in the wrong era, otherwise it is enough to be holy. ”

"If it is the real Dingjiangnan, even if the dog thief who is entrenched in Changshui at this moment, even if there is a remnant of dragon qi, he will not dare to directly attack it, but the Wang family is only entrenched in Takize, how can there be such a treasure. ”

"It's just a fake!" the red-clothed ghost walked steadily, step by step.

Zu Ling no longer hesitated, and directly opened the scroll completely.

A military general with a horizontal sword, sitting on a war horse, with thousands of troops behind him.

A literary atmosphere, rushing into the sky, the picture scroll shows the horse's coat color more real and natural, and the majestic posture of the war horse galloping across the field is also very vivid.

Even if it's copying, it's from everyone's hands.

The literary atmosphere is brilliant and upright, even if the ancestral spirit is not a ghost, but it is still injured by the literary atmosphere, and the completely erupted literary atmosphere swept in all directions.

Like a war horse, galloping across the field, rampage, sweeping away all enemies.

The blood continued to evaporate and dissipate, and it quickly melted.

The fierce spirit couldn't resist the impact of this literary aura, and it was rapidly decreasing, and on the blood-red dress of the red-clothed fierce ghost, golden strips began to emerge, constantly outlining, like gold threads.

The phoenix was excited, and an emperor roared.

The rushing Wen Qi suddenly collapsed, and began to collapse inch by inch, the Wen Qi did not stop the pace of the red-clothed fierce ghost, and the fierce qi that spread from the red-clothed fierce ghost directly wrapped the ancestral spirit when he walked in front of the ancestral spirit.

The bloodshot began to entangle the ancestral spirit, and the ancestral spirit was already wrapped in bloodshot like a silkworm chrysalis, and the ancestral spirit continued to struggle, and began to wriggle like a worm.

Blood poured into the silkworm chrysalis continuously, and the strength of the ancestral spirit's struggle gradually weakened.

The literary atmosphere also dissipated, the painting scroll fell to the ground, wet by the rain on Wang Zhiqiang's body, from the famous hand to copy the Dingjiangnan, the unique charm, has disappeared, the brush and ink has been blurred.

"Fakes are just the level of celebrities and gentlemen in a state, and the works of vassals are elegant. ”

"Because of this, the slave family has been afraid for so long, if they had known that this was the case, they would have not kept this royal family a long time ago. A faint and resentful voice sounded, a woman, leaning on the gate of the ancestral hall at the moment, dressed **, weak and boneless, beautiful eyes as warm as water, quietly looking at the red-clothed ghost.

"What do you say, sister?"

It is worth mentioning that the dress that is like light gauze is still delicate, like scarlet blood watering.