The light is rising!

The dark and cold ancestral hall suddenly became brighter.

Wang Zhiqiang was paralyzed on the ground of the ancestral hall at this moment, and rain drips in his wet clothes. Under his butt, there was already a pool of rain.

The image of a wealthy and noble person in the past disappeared without a trace at this moment, and was as embarrassed as a beggar.

An illusory figure stopped in front of Wang Zhiqiang, and a crescent white brocade robe was cut and combined. It was thin and upright, with a gentle and elegant look.

The luster flows around the body and is illusory and unreal when you see it.

The ghost energy rose up on Wang Zhiqiang's body, and the sequential ghost energy continued to dissipate. Wang Zhiqiang was shocked and couldn't help but scream: "Help your life!"

"Don't worry, this is just now when you fell into the illusion world and remained with ghost energy. After dissipating, you were weak for a few days. Just take a good care of your body."

"Thank you for your ancestors!" Wang Zhiqiang knelt down on the ground quickly, turning into a sensitive fat man, no longer clumsy.

The ancestor spirit carried his hands on his back and did not look at Wang Zhiqiang. He stared out of the gate with bright eyes. Wang Qingchen was paralyzed on the ground and died motionless.

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

The bright red dress, like a wedding dress, was shaking with the strong wind. As the rain continued to water, it began to flow down the dress, but turned into scarlet blood.

"My Wang family's poetry and books are passed down from generation to generation. Although I cannot be called a good family, there has never been any great evil. How could I provoke you?" The fear appeared in the Zu Ling's eyes, and his tone was extremely heavy.

"With me protecting my destiny, the Wang family should flourish from this generation. Wang Qingchen was born with my Wang family's ambition. In the future, he can make achievements in the imperial examination and prosper the Wang family."

"Wang Family!"

"If you offend the Lord God, you will be a great evil and you should be destroyed!"

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

The bright ancestral hall was like a daytime chaotic, as if the electric lights were insufficient, it began to flash, the ancestral hall was light and dark, and the blood flowing from the red dress began to spread in the ancestral hall.

It was like strands of blood. In a blink of an eye, it had already arrived in front of the ancestor spirit and began to linger towards the ancestor spirit. The divine light continued to bloom, and the ancestor spirit was like a big sun.

The blood had not melted and was still moving forward. The evil ghost in red sighed lonely and said, "God, it's true that it's not the ancestor spirit."

"A mere ancestral spirit cannot be compared with the holy god."

"The shape is similar but the spirit is not similar!"

“It’s too far away!”

In a word, the doubts of the evil ghost in red have been revealed.

The evil ghost in red was not fully believed in the god of Daze Lake. The other party and the ancestral spirit were too similar and had always suspected that the other party was the ancestral spirit. The purpose of the Wang family was also impure. Dou Changsheng didn't know this, otherwise he would be more alert to the evil ghost in red.

You think you have fooled the evil spirit in red, but in fact, the evil spirit in red is just following the flow. The Wang family has an ancestor spirit, and the evil spirit in red is going to test the reality of the ancestor spirit.

If you understand the background of the lake god, whether it is just a stronger ancestor spirit who uses it as a god to deceive himself.

"Ten years of evil spirit!"

"The evil spirit in red who has truly transformed successfully!" The ancestor spirit's face was gloomy, and the blood was constantly eroding. The divine light had gradually begun to dim. Wang Zhiqiang was already lying on the ground, and was twitching on the ground by the blood.

With a big hand, under the table enshrined with the spirit card, a sudden light suddenly appeared, and a scroll of painting appeared in the hands of the ancestor spirit.

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

"This is the decisive Jiangnan. Zhang Ziyi, a famous minister of the previous dynasty, presided over the reforms and rebelled in the five continents in the south. At that time, the general Chen Fangwu led his Tianxiong Iron Cavalry to the south, and won consecutive battles and pacified the five continents in three months.

"It was Chen Fangwu who quelled the rebellion that Zhang Ziyi Kangyuan would not have revived the reforms, so that the reforms would not fail. Zhang Ziyi was inspired and painted a painting to the south of the Yangtze River and presented it to Chen Fangwu to express his achievements!"

"If you retreat, then there will be nothing wrong."

"Otherwise, don't say that you don't make any mistakes!"

The ancestor spirit gradually became excited and his eyes stared at the Hongyun evil spirit.

The evil ghost of Hongyun paused and then continued to move forward. A faint voice sounded: "From ancient times, only Zhang Ziyi has succeeded in reform. After his death, he was posthumously named Wen Zheng, and he left his name in history and was remembered forever."

"This kind of hero is born in the wrong era, otherwise he will be called a saint."

"If it were the real Dingjiangnan, even if the dog thief entrenched in Changshui at this moment, even if there were remnants of dragon energy, he would not dare to snatch his edge. However, the Wang family was only entrenched in Takizawa, how could there be such a treasure?"

"It's just a copy of a fake!" The evil ghost in red was steady and moved forward step by step.

The ancestor spirit no longer hesitated and directly opened the scroll completely.

A general with a sword and a horse stood upright on the war horse, with thousands of troops behind him.

A stream of literary spirit soared into the sky, and the color of the horse's fur in the scroll was more realistic and natural, and the majestic posture of the warrior galloping on the battlefield was also vividly portrayed.

Even if it is a copy, it is also written by everyone.

The literary spirit is brilliant and upright. Even if the ancestor spirit is not a ghost, it is still injured by the literary spirit. The completely burst of literary spirit swept across all directions.

It is like a war cavalry galloping across the battlefield, rushing around and destroying all enemies.

The blood continues to evaporate and dissipate, melting quickly.

The evil spirit could not resist the impact of this literary spirit, and it was rapidly decreasing. On the blood-red dress of the red-clothed evil ghost, golden clauses began to appear, constantly outlining, like golden silk edges.

The phoenix was excited and a voice of Emperor.

The literary energy that rushed up suddenly dissipated and began to collapse inch by inch. The literary energy did not stop the pace of the evil ghost in red. The fierce energy spread from the evil ghost in red directly wrapped the ancestral spirit.

The bloodshot began to wrap around the ancestor spirit, and it had already wrapped the ancestor spirit like a silkworm pupa, all in the bloodshot. The ancestor spirit kept struggling and began to wriggle like a bug.

Blood flowed into the silkworm pupae continuously, and the struggle of the ancestor spirit gradually weakened.

The literary spirit also disappeared, the scroll fell to the ground, and was wet by the rain on Wang Zhiqiang's body. Dingjiangnan was copied by famous artists. The unique charm had disappeared, and the brush and ink had become blurred.

"Fakes are only the standard of a famous scholar in a state, and the works of vassals and elegant."

"I have been afraid of this for so long. If I had known this, I would have not left the Wang family." A faint and resentful voice sounded. A woman, who was now leaning on the gate of the ancestral hall, was wrapped around her delicate body like a strip of cloth, weak and boneless, and her beautiful eyes were as gentle as water, quietly watching the fierce ghost in red.

"What do you think? Sister?"
Chapter completed!