This originally small ancestral hall seemed to have become a ghost creature. Ling Duanshang's voice seemed to have an echo in the whole room, becoming smaller and smaller, but the answer to him was silent.

Ling Duanshang frowned slightly. He clearly noticed a strange evil aura wandering around. He immediately got up and got out of bed, walked towards the door, pushed the door, and a bunch of moonlight scattered on him. Ling Duanshang's eyes fell in the direction of the ancestral hall in an instant, and the aura was clearly coming from the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall at this time was not like Ling Tiancheng personally sealed it after worshiping ancestors during the day, but the two doors were open and the inside was pitch black.

"Thieves?" Ling Duanshang's face turned sharp. He thought of a thief at the first time. He immediately took out a Qi-gathering pill from his arms and took it. He twisted out two fireball talismans in his hand, and walked towards the ancestral hall, and the sound in his mind had disappeared.

The ancestral hall was pitch black, and even the cushions and altars were invisible. The dark room looked like the bloody mouth of a giant beast.

Ling Duanshang stepped into the hall with one foot, and a red sword-shaped light suddenly appeared in front of him. He knew that this should be the blood-colored sword pattern on the spiritual position.

At this moment, a light sound came from the depths of the darkness. Ling Duanshang's heart moved, and his other foot stepped into the house. The true energy was quickly injected into the talisman. A fire light suddenly lit up at his fingertips. He shook his hand and threw the fireball in the direction where the sound came.

"Cruff--" With a sharp sound, the wooden door behind him closed directly, and the fireball fell down at the same time. The room lit up, but there was nothing left.

The house, which had originally had a trace of moonlight, suddenly became dark. Ling Duanshang sneered, looked behind him, and wanted to open the wooden door.

At this moment, a sudden roar in his mind, and a strange call suddenly sounded, and came from behind Ling Duanshang...

Such a strange situation, if Ling Duanshang had no natural evil spirit, he would not be afraid. If he were ordinary people, even if he was already an adult, he would be very scared.

"What's pretending to be a god?" Ling Duanshang turned around and saw the red light on the sword pattern rising and shrinking, as if there was life.

He was about to approach, and after a closer look, the red light shrank and lit, and a bloody light fell on his forehead. Ling Duanshang suddenly felt that it was too dazzling in front of him and had to close his eyes...

"Boom!" A thunder sounded, which made everyone startled to shock the day, and the entire ancestral hall trembled.

Ling Duanshang frowned. The moon was full and the stars were bright, so why did thunder suddenly come? I opened my eyes immediately, but another thunder blew down. The strong light came from the cracks in the door, illuminating the room in an instant. Then, there was a storm outside the window, and thunder flashed everywhere.

Ling Duanshang was about to open the door, but when he walked three feet in front of the door, the two wooden doors suddenly opened, and a tall figure stood in front of him like a mountain.

"Wow—" A loud baby cry suddenly came, and at the same time, a thunder thunder fell from the dark night sky, deafening.

Ling Duanshang looked coldly at the strange man with his face exposed in the lightning and the crying baby in his arms, and said coldly: "Who are you? How can you enter the Ling family's ancestral hall?"

However, this person did not hear it, and he didn't even look at Ling Duanshang. His eyes fell on the altar behind him as cold as a sword. The man did not open his mouth and stepped forward.

Ling Duanshang was wondering why someone broke into the ancestral home, but neither the old man nor the master noticed it. The man suddenly stepped forward. He looked cold and wanted to swing a jab. However, this person passed through his body.

Ling Duanshang's pupils shrank, and he turned his head to look at him. Under the lightning, although the man's back was a little bleak, it was extremely clear and real. How could he pass through him?

At this moment, a burst of crying came from the room not far away, extremely sad. The direction of the crying was the room where Ling Tiancheng and Qu Feiyan lived. Ling Duanshang ran out of the door without any hesitation, and the rain fell on his body and passed by.

He was shocked and took a step back. The strange voice sounded in his mind again. He turned his head and looked at it. He immediately understood that all this was probably done by the spiritual throne. He immediately returned to the ancestral hall, walked to the altar, and looked at the man standing there.

After careful examination, Ling Duanshang found that the man was somewhat similar to the old man, but this man was wearing a long robe and his black hair was casually dispersed. His body seemed a little thin and not as tall as the old man, nor did he have the evil spirit of fighting all year round, and he looked like a scholar who raised his glass to recite the moon.

The man stared at the spiritual position quietly, and there was a hint of sadness in his deep pupils, but deep in his pupils after being sad, there was a sense of indomitableness and rebellion in his clanging light. This glance reminded Ling Duanshang of the man surnamed Xiao he met on Xuyuan Mountain.

The baby in his arms was wrapped in a small quilt, and his slightly red face and loud crying showed that he was a healthy little guy.

Just as Ling Duanshang looked at the baby with a gaze, the man suddenly turned around.

Ling Duanshang leaned back slightly because he found that the man seemed to be looking at him, and his expression in his eyes was not as good as before. The man's mouth bent slightly, then he withdrew his gaze, and his expression returned to the coldness he had just now.

I saw him holding the baby with one hand and pinching a strange seal with the other hand, pointing to the sky suddenly, and a thunder thunder in the sky trembled, as if he was about to split the ancestral hall.

As soon as the thunder sound fell, a bloody light flashed between his high fingers, and a shocking evil spirit rose from the sky, and the air in the entire ancestral hall suddenly twisted.

In an instant, the wind stopped and the rain stopped. Only lightning passed by the sky from time to time. When the heavy thunder sounded like a mosquito roared. If someone looked down from the sky, he could see that within a dozen miles, it would be protected by an invisible curtain, and it would be difficult for wind, rain, thunder and lightning to enter!

Ling Duanshang looked at the seal that pinched out of the man's hand. He felt very familiar. It seemed that the old man had taught him before, but he had not practiced for physical reasons at that time, and he only remembered it in his mind. However, this time it seemed somewhat similar to the "Breaking Jade Finger" seal in the third chapter of "Three Sword Arts", but this seal was slightly changed.

Ling Duanshang looked at the man's palm and gradually showed a glimmer of light. He tried to use his left hand to change the same seal with his left hand, but the seal seemed simple, but it was quite complicated. Fortunately, out of interest, he practiced the three fingering techniques he passed down from his family under Ling Tiancheng's careful teaching, and had also seen the seal on Ling Tiancheng's hand change. If he wanted to use the third fingering method "break the jade finger" and he needed to superimpose the seal of the first two fingerings. Therefore, his left hand changed a little, pinching the first three seals. Then he saw that the man's palm changed into this fourth seal again. There was no true energy or true energy in his body. The first three seals did not have any feeling, but as soon as the fourth seal was released, he immediately noticed a long-lost violent violentness, which was evil energy!
Chapter completed!