Deity of the Emperor

Messy shrines, the tablets above, also fell down one by one, horizontally and vertically.

Inside the ancestral hall, dust gathered and piled up with many sundries, it turned out to be a sundries room.

The figure stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall, paused, then walked to the position of the tablet, cleaned up the debris one by one, cleaned the dust-filled tablets, and put them on the main one.

Busy in the middle of the night, the figure stopped at this moment, exhaling.

With a bang, the figure was kneeling to the ground at this moment.

"The ancestors and ancestors are on the top, not the descendants of the centuries, please see the ancestors!"

That figure is exactly the centrifugal mausoleum.

The family fell and the mansion was occupied. He remembered what his father and mother said, where the family ancestral shrine was.

But today, I saw that this family ancestral shrine has been ruined to such a state, and my heart is filled with all kinds of tastes.

The centrifugal tomb is even clearer.

If it weren't for Qin Chen, he might not have been able to step in in his lifetime.

At this moment, the centrifugal mausoleum respectfully respects and worships.

In the last worship, he just got up, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Qin Gongzi."

Seeing Qin Chen, Centrifugal Ling was excited.

"On your centrifugal family ancestor, the first generation of pioneer centrifugal marks, saved my life about 80,000 years ago!"

Qin Chen thought to himself: "So, what I said in return for graciousness was not a lie."

"As for how I met your ancestors and who I am, you don't need to know too much."

"Take you to this ancestral house today, this ancestral house will belong to you, and I hope that the Centrifugal Family will be able to carry forward in your hands!"

"And the reason why I asked for this ancestral house from the Four Masters of the Yuan Family was not entirely to get you back to the family, but also to give you a chance!"

An opportunity?

Centrifuge Ling quickly said: "Meeting Qin Gongzi, this is an opportunity in itself."

"Great chance!"

Centrifugal Mausoleum added another sentence.

Qin Chen smiled and said, "I gave it to you, but I belong to you, but the ancestor of the centrifugal family was once a land holy strongman. After all, he was extremely powerful. Even if he died, he would centrifug you The family left some opportunities, but they stayed too deep, and the centrifugal family never discovered it! "

Opportunity left?

What chance?

The centrifugal mausoleum was completely confused at this moment.

At this moment, Qin Chen came to the center of the shrine, standing still.

"Centrifugal marks, the talent of that year was not good. Ascending to the realm of earth and sacredness, also reached the limit."

"But the holy land is the holy land, completely crushing the existence of the saint."

Qin Chen said at this moment, Xu Xu said: "The realm of the saints, condenses the three souls, the land holy strong, gathered the seven souls, even if the land holy strong is dead, the three souls and seven souls are not said to be ruined!

"And the Three Souls and Seven Souls of the Earthly Holy Power are available to you."

"You transform the Holy Five Realms, the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness is not complete, and the sea of ​​souls has not yet come out, but the soul of the earthly sage is a great supplement for you."

Centrifugal Mausoleum listened carefully at this moment.

"The remnants of your ancestors' holy spirits match you very well!"

"come here!"

Qin Chen said, pointing to where he stood.

The centrifugal mausoleum came out at this moment.

Come to the center of the shrine.

"As I said, run your own holy power ..." "Hmm!"

Qin Chen kept telling that the centrifugal tomb, according to Qin Chen's statement, began to transfer the divine power and gathered spiritual knowledge.

Gradually, the centrifugal tomb felt that there was nothing in the body.

The world around us seems to have changed at this moment.

Although he is still meditating, it seems that at this moment, he is no longer in a broken ancestral house, but appears in an empty valley.

The surroundings are quiet and peaceful.

At this moment, the centrifugal mausoleum saw a dozen figures surrounding him.

"Grandpa ..." "Great-grandfather ..." Centrifugal Ling saw two of them, imaginary figures, with a bit of confusion.

It was his grandpa and great-grandfather.

It's just vague and incomplete.

At this moment, the eyes of the centrifugal mausoleum were a little shocked.

what happened?

"Centrifuge family juniors!"

Those few ghost images, one started.

The illusory figure took some solidity at the moment.

"You are ..." "Old man centrifugal marks!"

The old man was gray-haired, but his spirits were shaking and he felt quite healthy.

Centrifugal Mausoleum at this moment, his eyes moved slightly.

"Old ancestor?"

"Oh ... yes ..." The old man smiled and said, "I was about to die, and my body died, and in my centrifugal family shrine, a force of three souls and seven souls was stripped!"

"When future generations die, they will leave a force of three souls and seven souls gathered here."

"The reason is that if my centrifugal family declines, the strength left behind will help me to descend from the centrifugal family."

"It's just that the old man didn't expect that he waited for almost 80,000 years!"

"Blame me, too much for hiding this treasure!"

Split off the power of the three souls and seven souls and consolidate a force?

What kind of power is it?

At this moment, the centrifugal mausoleum did not care about this, and continued: "The ancestor was a male named Qin Chen, which enabled me to meet with your ancestors!"

"My son Qin Chen said, I have been grateful to you in the past years."

"Qin Chen?"

The centrifugal mark heard this, and the body shook.

Trembling with excitement! "What about others?"

"Just inside the shrine."

The centrifugal mark heard the words, the whole shirt was dressed in time, his face was sober, his hands arched, respectfully, kneeling in posture, and praying for three or nine years.

"Old ancestors, Prince Qin can't see you ..." "That's got to kneel too!"

The centrifugal mark at this moment is so straightforward: "80,000 years ago, my centrifugal mark was in the million magic city, but I was just a downcast boy."

"I encountered Qin Chen, who was seriously injured and rescued him, taking care of him for a while."

"I just didn't expect this to be a breeze, and it became the rise of our centrifugal family!"

"Later, Son Qin Chen helped me, a gifted and ordinary man, reach the Holy Land and become a master of Wancheng."

"At that time, the son of Qin Chen had told me not to seek to break through the heavenly high human realm, but I was not greedy enough. As a result, I got back to life and died, so that the centrifugal family had just reached its heyday, it was beginning to decline.

Speaking of these, the centrifugal marks are also ashamed.

Looking at the centrifugal tomb, the centrifugal mark solemnly said: "You are the descendant of my centrifugal family, the ancestor told you here that in this life, you must not rebel against Qin Chen, he is an expert."

"He was already at the level of heaven and human, but now I am afraid, it is even more unfathomable!"

"what?"

After hearing this, the centrifugal mausoleum was stunned.

Qin Chen was a Supreme Master?

What is Heavenly Supreme Master?

Those who have reached the level of Heavenly Saint Supreme are absolutely invincible in Qingzhou, and no one dares to mess with it.

But that's wrong! Qin Chen is clearly the triple realm of false saints!