The Longze Family is a large stretch of buildings, with cherry blossom trees growing on the roads on both sides.
At this time, the cherry blossoms were dancing and looked beautiful.
As a prosperous family with a radius of hundreds of miles, the Longze family has a long history, but it was Longze Yima's generation that really rose to prominence.
Not only did he hold important positions in the shogunate, he was also battle-hardened.
Later, a fleet was formed to plunder and plunder the Ming Dynasty and the surrounding waters, harvesting a large amount of resources. The Longze family grew rapidly and finally became the master of this hundred miles!
Ancestral Temple.
Click.
One of the spiritual tablets made a cracking sound and fell into pieces.
A monk in black who was responsible for guarding the temple was startled. When he saw the name of the spiritual tablet clearly, his expression suddenly changed and he walked quickly outside.
Not long after, a short middle-aged man walked in quickly.
"Father!"
Longze Shengxiong looked at the broken spiritual tablets, his whole body trembled, he grabbed one of the pieces, fell to his knees heavily, and cried out in pain, "How could this happen!"
"Master, please forgive me!"
The black-clothed monk quickly comforted him.
"You go down first, I want to stay with my father alone for a while."
Mahatma Longze shrugged his shoulders and said with his back to the monk in black.
The monk in black sighed, silently left the ancestral hall, and closed the door. It was quiet again inside, except for the low cry of Mahatma Longze.
After a while, the crying man finally stood up, but the corners of his mouth were already grinning fiercely to both sides, almost reaching the base of his ears, and he could not hide the surprise on his face.
Dead, the old thing is finally dead!
Fifty years!
He is finally dead!
I'm finally going to be the head of the house!
Mahatma Longze threw the spiritual tablet to the ground, stood up, and kicked the fragments of the spiritual tablet away under the altar table: "Father, please go away! I will take good care of all mothers and sisters!"
After saying that, he turned around and left the ancestral hall.
Just when Mahatma Longze went to express his concern on behalf of his father, a spiritual tablet in a magnificent temple also shattered into pieces.
"Huh? Long Ze is actually dead?"
There was an enchanting and charming woman, her clothes hanging down, exposing her fragrant shoulders, and there was a rich and warm fragrance in the air. She picked it up with her white fingers, and the broken spiritual tablet flew down in front of her.
"What a waste!"
"It's a blessing that I spent my divine power to elevate him to the level of a top martial artist!"
Her face was covered with frost, and a hideous black shadow appeared behind her, with a vague snake shape visible. A dark and bloodthirsty aura made the entire temple almost fall into deathly silence!
In front of her, the group of witch priests who were standing with their heads bowed quickly fell to their knees, trembling.
"Although he is dead, the Longze family's sacrifices are still indispensable!"
"Obey God's will!"
The group of witch priests breathed a sigh of relief and quickly retreated.
"I didn't expect Master Longze to be dead!"
"If you die, you will die. Aren't there many people who have died in these years? However, the life of the Longze clan is not easy now!"
"If they can't find enough blood food and sacrifices from overseas, then they will use their family members as sacrifices to my god!"
"..."
A group of witches and priests showed cold smiles.
Offshore of the Ming Dynasty.
Yang Fan finally found a small island to stay temporarily.
Others get cause and effect when they kill, and he gets luck when he kills.
This time the magical power of Mending Heaven brought so much luck that his whole body was shrouded in the light of the luck wheel, almost like a glowing light bulb!
He could only find a quiet place to slowly digest this harvest.
"Oh, too much luck, I always feel that it is not a good thing."
After all, this will make him look like a bigger leek. If God harvests it one day, he will have no place to cry!
However, the power of luck is still very useful.
Not only can it be used as nourishment to activate the Heaven-Building Magical Power to repair and replenish oneself, but it can also offset the cause and effect caused by using the Fateful Power to kill the opponent's Fateline.
After a little calculation, with his luck, he might be able to kill a divine being?
"So, can't I kill this old guy Wang Zhenquan quietly?"
Yang Fan was thinking.
Of course, the opponent was able to save his life with Chen Yuan's life-saving charm, and his strength must not be underestimated. He may not be able to kill the opponent.
However, now that he had the idea, Yang Fan was naturally eager to try it.
"It's better to find one and give it a try first..."
Yang Fan immediately thought of Han Chongyi and others!
Gao Tiande!
He quickly targeted this person. After all, he had just come back from the dead. What would happen if he killed him again?
Yang Fan doesn't believe that there is a priceless resurrection in the world!
Moreover, those three people share an illusory fate line, and they don’t know what the consequences will be if they are cut off by themselves.
Faintly, Yang Fan had a sense of expectation.
Perhaps, this stabbing blow can verify a certain guess in his heart!
After making up his mind, Yang Fan spent another full day and finally restrained his luck bit by bit, allowing him to return to his normal state.
With a flash of his body, he headed towards the previous island.
When he arrived at the island again, Zhu Yuexian had already led the army and headed towards the naval camp, meeting up with the supporting troops on the way!
When Yang Fan saw this, he showed his true form as Lord Longyi. His figure flashed and he landed on the boat amidst exclamations!
"who!"
"It's...Xingguan Yang!"
"See Judge Yang!"
When everyone recognized the person clearly, they couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly greeted him.
"Get up!"
Yang Fan dismissed the people and walked towards the flagship.
After the communication, he met Zhu Yuexian soon.
"See Your Highness!"
When Yang Fan saluted Zhu Yuexian, he always felt that the way he looked at him was not right.
His eyes looked both ashamed and annoyed, showing a bit of complexity.
Yang Fan was made to mutter inwardly when he saw it. He didn't realize that there was nothing wrong with him, so he had to speak again.
"Your Highness?"
Zhu Yuexian thought about the faint feeling of swelling, took a deep breath, and slowly calmed down: "Get up!"
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and said with hypocritical politeness, "Seeing that His Highness is fine, I am finally relieved!"
When Zhu Yuexian heard this, she couldn't help but get angry.
All right?
There are five red finger prints on it!
Moreover, after the pain, it is now faintly swollen!
Especially when she saw Yang Fan, she felt that her feelings seemed to have deepened a bit, as if an invisible hand was repeating the actions of that night.
For a moment, her face looked a little ugly: "I feel a little uncomfortable, please go down first! If anything happens, I'll report back tomorrow!"
"..."
Before Yang Fan could say a few words, he was asked out by the female officer.
He couldn't help but touch his nose.
What happened to this woman? Did she come here in those few days?
He didn't know why, so he had to return to Dongchang's fleet.
Although he wanted to take action against Gao Tiande, it was not appropriate at this time. He still needed to find a suitable time!