The Lao Qin family is the most prominent family of bloodline demon painters in the capital. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they are relatives of the emperor. And relying on this relationship, countless demon painters want to climb high and become upper-class celebrities. Not only that.
, Lao Qin's family is the core of the aristocratic group, so whether it is for control or surveillance, there are countless informants from other nobles in Beijing, and these informants also have the obligation to protect Lao Qin's family.
Therefore, even though the old Qin family is declining day by day, no one has ever been able to make trouble here.
But today, reality has given this so-called common sense a hard slap in the face to these demon painters who think highly of themselves.
This person is the only one.
He couldn't see his appearance clearly, didn't know his origins, and didn't even know what enmity he had with the old Qin family.
"Who are you?"
The collapsed house, the demon painters who originally came to stop the intruders, were now collapsing to the ground one by one.
From the beginning to the end, he never said a word, but this kind of person, after forcefully breaking the barrier from the gate and coming in, all the people who came to stop him and the mountain and sea beasts were defeated along the way.
In his hands, no, it cannot be said that he was defeated in his hands, because this man had never made any move except walking so leisurely.
Yes, they don't even know how they lost.
"It seems that you also..." The man stopped and finally spoke the voice of the mysterious man who forced his way into Lao Qin's house and easily defeated the approaching demon painters: "You can't touch me.
..."
This man's voice was low and hoarse, almost like a dying old man.
"Who are you, Your Excellency?!"
This is an old man with white hair. After the death of the legitimate son of the old Qin family, he is the only remaining bloodline of the old Qin family. He is also the current head of the old Qin family. He is also the bloodline painting demon who stands above all the nobles in Shangjing City.
Master, because he was the third eldest son in the family, he was called Sangong and Qin Sangong.
"Why are you making enemies of my Qin family?"
"An enemy?" The mysterious monk wearing a bamboo hat shook his head and said, "No, I just want to take back what belongs to me."
Something that belongs to him?
"Insolent!" Qin Sangong was angry: "Things in my Qin family, of course belong to my Qin family. I advise you to retreat quickly, otherwise you will become the enemy of all my bloodline families in Shangjing!"
"Are all the aristocratic families in Beijing enemies?"
The monk in the bamboo hat laughed lowly, shook his head and said, "Even your ancestor Qin Guixuan would not dare to talk to me like this."
"What did you say?!"
Qin Guixuan?!
"Why, why do you know this name?" Qin Sangong: "Who are you?!"
"Sir, please step back quickly!"
Before Qin Sangong could say anything more, the demon painters sent by other families to protect the old Qin family had surpassed the monks in bamboo hats and launched a witchcraft attack.
However...
"What's going on?"
All the sorcery, regardless of type, attribute, strength, without exception, disappeared beside the monk in the bamboo hat like a stone sinking into the sea.
"How is this possible? Why does black magic..."
"Has the magic been swallowed up by him?!"
"How can there be such power? Is this also a witchcraft?"
'This ability!'
However, no one noticed Qin Sangong's horrified expression when he saw this scene: 'How is it possible, this, this is...'
"Don't," at this moment, a demon painter lying on the ground warned these colleagues: "Don't use magic..."
"Are you okay?"
"Can't you use magic?"
"Mountain and sea beast," a demon painter quickly shouted: "Everyone release the mountain and sea beast and use the power of the mountain and sea beast to deal with him!"
"Don't, mountain and sea beasts, don't either..."
The demon painters who had seen the terror of the monk in a bamboo hat tried their best to warn them, but it was too late because...
"roll!"
With just one word, all the mountain and sea beasts released by the demon painters disappeared into the courtyard.
"What's going on? How did you..."
"Why are you retreating into the painting? Come out quickly!"
"wrong!"
"The sky in the painting cannot be opened!"
"This, the virtual world is also sealed?"
"Why does this happen?"
"Escape," a demon painter who was lying on the ground shouted hysterically: "Escape~~~"
However, it was too late, because...
Because almost at the moment when this person shouted these words, all the demon painters present let out painful screams, and from their bodies, the invisible demon power actually escaped from their bodies, and then they all swarmed towards
The monk in the bamboo hat had no support and no conditions. He just forcibly took away everyone's demonic power.
"Demon power! My demon power!!"
"How could such a thing happen? How could it be possible to have such ability?!"
Ignoring the desperate expressions of the people around him, Qin Sangong also lost all the demonic power in his body. Even if the demonic power was as huge as him, it would have no meaning in front of this person. In an instant, all the demonic power in his body was taken away, but compared to other people
, Qin Sangong was even more surprised and unbelievable. He collapsed on the ground. It was not because of the loss of demonic power. Demonic power had nothing to do with physical strength, but the mental blow was more damaging than the physical one.
"The demon painters of this era are too weak."
The monk in the bamboo hat looked around. He didn't pay attention to the old Qin family, the Qin Sangong, or even these powerful demon painters sent by the nobles: "I have walked all the way, and not even a single person can touch me.
, none.”
Too weak!
It's really too weak!
Qin Sangong looked at the monk in a bamboo hat approaching step by step with trembling eyes: "What exactly do you want to get from coming to my Qin house?!"
"What do you want?" The monk in the bamboo hat directly passed Qin Sangong and walked towards the depths of the old Qin family's mansion. There was the ancestral hall where the old Qin family collected important things, and it was also the most core and important place of the old Qin family.
"Ancestral Hall! That's the ancestral hall of my Qin family!"
Qin Sangong temporarily lost his demon power, and the sky in the painting was also sealed. He almost lost all the power of the demon painting master. Now he is like an ordinary person, but the monk in the bamboo hat wants to go to the most important ancestral hall of his Qin family. Qin Sangong is trying his best
This old fate must be stopped.
"stop!"
However, the monk in the bamboo hat did not stop. The demon painters who were guarding the Qin family were still rushing towards this direction, but no one could approach the monk in the bamboo hat for more than ten meters. They almost immediately followed him as soon as they approached.
Those people before usually ended up in the same situation.
The mountain and sea beasts were sealed, the connection with them was cut off, all the magic was ineffective, and the demonic power that belonged to them, no matter how much, was directly escaped from the body and was forcibly taken away.
The first floor of the ancestral hall.
The monk in the bamboo hat glanced at the countless memorial tablets enshrined, and then walked towards the stairs leading to the upper level. However, wherever he passed, the countless tablets collapsed.
broken.
"Ancestor!!!"
Qin Sangong almost collapsed. The old Qin family's inheritance for tens of thousands of years was destroyed in his hands today.
The second floor of the ancestral hall houses all the classics collected by the old Qin family over tens of thousands of years.
However...
"call!"
The monk in the bamboo hat waved his hand, and the entire second floor burst into flames.
"This is the hard work of countless generations of my old Qin family. This is the inheritance of my old Qin family for thousands of years!" Qin Sangong's body has long been decayed. If there were not various foreign objects hanging on his life, he would have died long ago.
But now, without the support of the demon power, his body is showing its old age. He just climbed one floor, and his rickety old appearance is still as strong as before: "What grudge does my old Qin family have against you?
Why would you do such a thing?!"
"What on earth do you want to do, what are you looking for?!"
However, the monk in the bamboo hat seemed to be deliberately teasing Qin Sangong. He could have wiped him out by raising his hand, but he insisted on hanging on to his life so that he could witness the destruction of the old Qin family with his own eyes.
"Don't go up any further! No, no, cough cough cough cough..."
On the third floor of the ancestral hall, this is the top floor of the old Qin family's ancestral hall, a place filled with all kinds of useless and discarded things.
But it was here, in the corner filled with old and worn-out clutter, that Qin Sangong saw something.
"You, your purpose is, what you want is..."
It was an ancient tin stick. Because it had been abandoned here for thousands of years, the tin stick was already covered with dust.
"Ding ding ding ding..."
As if sensing the approach of the monk in the bamboo hat, the tin staff buzzed, shaking away the dust on the surface, revealing the dark golden staff body.
"Why would you know it, why would you..."
Suddenly, Qin Sangong thought of a possibility. He looked at the monk in the bamboo hat in front of him in horror: "You, you are!"
"You finally remembered..."
Qin Sangong roared crazily. He didn't believe that the monk in the bamboo hat in front of him was that person. He couldn't accept that the old Qin family, which had been passed down to him from his ancestors, would be destroyed by this person: "Impossible, this is absolutely not possible.
possible."
"I am..."
"You can't be alive, how can you be alive!"
I saw the monk in the bamboo hat holding the tin staff, and then with the buzzing sound of the tin staff, he slammed it beside him and made a soft 'bang' sound: "Emperor Qi Xian!"
These three words were like a magic barrier, completely devouring Qin Sangong's mind. His world view and values were completely overturned at this moment. No one knew what this title meant to the Qin family, let alone
I know the horror of this monk in a bamboo hat who calls himself Emperor Qi Xian.
"Emperor Qi, Emperor Qi!" Qin Sangong had no idea when or how the monk in the bamboo hat left. He just sat on the top floor of the ancestral hall, ignoring the smoke rising from under his buttocks, and not caring about the burning fire.
He only knows one thing: "It's over. Our Qin family is completely over..."