Starting from the Zhang family of the stolen pen to start the disco therapy

Zhangjia Square, sculpture of Zhang Qilin.

Zhang Qiyuan patted the statue of Zhang Qilin and decided to hand over the important task of maintaining stability to the clan leader.

As the son of the world, Zhang Qilin must be happy to shoulder this responsibility.

Therefore, Zhang Qiyuan made a prompt decision, pulled the thread of fate, and slowly drew the energy of the two powers inward.

In fact, if there are suitable materials, the overflowing energy of harvest and wisdom can be used to forge legendary items.

"Why forge things?" Zhang Qiyuan spun around, her red skirt looking like a blossoming camellia, with vivid little snakes embroidered on it running out from the hem of her skirt.

Zhang Qiyuan stood in place, waving his arms and gently spreading the energy of not only harvest and wisdom, but also the power of destiny, evenly scattered on the land under the moonlight.

Instantly, an indescribable force filled the Zhang family. Everyone in the Zhang family seemed to hear the call from the bottom of their hearts. Even Zhang Haike heard the siren-like chanting in his ears...

Under the moonlight, everyone bowed down before the sculpture.

Zhang Qiyuan poured the remaining energy into the sculpture, and then the shadow of a full moon slowly rose up and finally overlapped with the moon above his head.

The world's time warp returns to normal.

The sticky moonlight enveloped the Zhang family. Zhang Haike knelt at the feet of the statue in a daze. Suddenly he saw the shadow of a ball of fire. In a flash, he regained his senses.

At this time, he looked in surprise at the tribesmen kneeling in the square. They were so densely packed that they looked like devout believers. They all had their eyes closed...

At this time, he heard Zhang Qiyuan's voice, which felt a little illusory, but more of an unstoppable sense of trembling.

Even if Zhang Qiyuan, a heretic who has turned true to himself, really ascends to the throne of god and holds the authority of a true god, he probably cannot change the terrifying BUFF in his soul!

"What are you doing standing there stupidly?"

"Here, light it with your fire."

Zhang Haike was so frightened that his legs almost went weak and he saw a ball of golden-red fire flying towards him. He instinctively summoned the phantom of the Fire Kirin.

Today the Fire Kirin was particularly energetic, and its shadow looked very majestic, but its four feet were stepping on the fire, which burned it so much that it ran around on the ground.

Zhang Haike met Zhang Qiyuan's speechless gaze and thought: It's my Fire Kirin that's useless! ! It's not me who's useless! !

"What kind of fire is this?"

Zhang Qiyuan was carving a formation with his own blood. Hearing this, he didn't even raise his head: "The fire of wisdom can make you smarter."

So you are so smart, just be happy.

Zhang Haike touched his bald head and stared at the Fire Kirin fighting the flames. He made up his mind that out of sight, out of mind. Then he leaned over and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Zhang Qiyuan's fingers were skillfully drawing precise lines. Obviously, he also started out as a low-level believer, so this kind of work was easy for him.

"I don't need you to do anything right now."

Zhang Haike felt a little creepy, mainly because he couldn't stand this evil scene.

"Why did you wake me up?"

Zhang Qiyuan finished it neatly, pouring blood into the neatly-shaped circular formation. He frowned as he looked at the large formation and smacked his lips, "My hands are not used to it."

This kind of problem would never have occurred when he was working before.

"Bleeding! Quick!"

Zhang Haike hissed, "Chairman, are you going to sacrifice me?"

"Even if I offer sacrifice, I won't look down upon a traitor like you!" Zhang Qiyuan slapped Zhang Haike in the face, pointed to the other side and said, "Fill up the blood tank over there."

Zhang Haike didn't dare to argue with Zhang Qiyuan at this time and could only copy what he said.

Zhang Qiyuan's hands were shaking a little. This body was still a little weak. If it weren't for the energy dissipated in the air, he would have fainted long ago.

However, it is strange that Zhang Qiyuan looked up at the huge moon disk and wondered why the world will had no sense of existence?

World consciousness: Do you think I'm stupid? If I really come, can you let me go back?

"Eh, what a pity that I can't grab some rules to eat. It would be good to have a little replenishment." Zhang Qiyuan looked up at the sky with regret.

This is the first time I have moved my soul after coming to this world for decades. I didn’t expect the subsequent impact to be so great.

Moreover, Zhang Qiyuan discovered a huge problem. His soul was too powerful. The longer he stayed in this low-level world, the more power it would have.

The energy of the entire world combined cannot give him the feeling of having a full meal.

The feeling of soul hunger is terrible.

No wonder Ah Huan and Ah Xue eat all day long, like gluttons. Not only do they eat a lot, they are also very picky.

Tsk, he might become a picky eater in the future.

I hope that the energy riot caused this time can nourish his soul.

Just an appetizer...

For Zhang Qiyuan, it is just enough energy to fill the gaps between his teeth, but for the Zhang family, these high-energy things can make them burst after eating one bite.

"Chairman, it's done!" Zhang Haike also gave himself a blood-replenishing pill.

Because Zhang Qiyuan was always vomiting blood, the Zhang family's blood-replenishing pills were like ghost money, and they were available in handfuls.

Zhang Qiyuan hummed, without even glancing at Zhang Haike's work: "Where's our Xiaoshui?"

Zhang Haike looked at the Zhang family members kneeling on the ground, the animals that had escaped from the zoo, and Zhang Tianzong...

Finally, Zhang Haike pulled someone out from a relatively peripheral position: "Chairman, this is Xiaoshui."

"Our people have good food and are well fed," Zhang Qiyuan said with satisfaction.

Zhang Qiyuan tapped Xiaoshui's brow, awakening her mind.

The child was frightened when he woke up, but fortunately Zhang Haike was there to give him guidance, so he was not scared crazy by Zhang Qiyuan.

Zhang Qiyuan himself may not know.

His current image is becoming more and more weird. He is somewhere between nothingness and reality. The truest breath of his soul is no longer blocked by the flesh, exuding the meaning of the interweaving of the abyss and heaven.

One second in heaven, the next second in hell. If you watch it a few more times, you will be driven crazy by this feeling of disparity.

Therefore, Zhang Haike and Zhang Xiaoshui could only stare at Zhang Qiyuan's red skirt and did not dare to look at his face at all.

If I look at it for a few more times, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind.

Well, Zhang Qiyuan actually knew that there was something wrong with him. After all, the system panel kept beeping and warning that the spiritual value exceeded the dangerous level.

But Zhang Qiyuan feels that everything is going great now.

The self that had been suppressing him for a long time was freed, and he felt much lighter and freer.

"This is not a bad thing." Zhang Qiyuan commanded Zhang Haike and Zhang Xiaoshui to stand in the corresponding positions. The golden patterns in his eyes appeared and disappeared from time to time. The moonlight seemed to favor him particularly, and he was always in the brightest moonlight.

“Follow me.” Zhang Qiyuan stretched his body, blending with the moonlight with his breath. His movements were slow, but soon, as the three of them moved, the blood under their feet began to boil.

First, Zhang Haike's flame burned. Zhang Haike was immersed in the natural rhythm. The flame rose into the sky unconsciously, and the flame symbolizing wisdom illuminated the night sky red.

The red moon was in the sky, and Zhang Qiyuan held a bell in his hand. The clear sound of ding-ding-ding echoed in the air. After a while, the flames died down little by little and returned to calm.

The blue moon gradually deepened, the sharp water flowed rapidly, and the abundant water source soaked every inch of land...

The thread of fate pulls the incompatible fire and water together near the sculpture.

The sound of bells became more intense, and the pleasant sounds came one after another, penetrating time and space and reaching Zhang Qilin's ears directly.

Zhang Qilin, who was resting with a knife in his arms, became alert. When he opened his eyes, he found that the tomb in front of him had changed drastically and had become the Zhang family's square.

The strange formation, the blood pouring down, the tribesmen kneeling on the ground, and some standing...

Uh, Zhang Qiyuan.

Zhang Qiyuan patted the sculpture of Zhang Qilin and said, "Show off your skills! Our great clan leader!!"

Zhang Qilin closed his eyes in despair. Is this an illusion? ? !

Is he poisoned? Is he in a fantasy world!!!???

Soon, the tomb lit up, and an unknown moonlight shone in. The two time and space reflected each other. Zhang Qilin stood up, and the uncontrollable golden Qilin phantom leaped up.

Zhang Qiyuan saw the golden unicorn appearing at the foot of the sculpture and smiled slightly: "As expected of the world's own son, this golden light of merit..." Whose eyes are they trying to blind? ?

The ceremony was very crude. Zhang Qiyuan gave back the energy that he could not absorb in a short time. Although it was only a small part, most of it was eaten up by Zhang Qiyuan's soul.

Even so, the energy as thick as liquid seemed to be a spiritual rain.

With the Zhang family as the center, the land, the sea, the mountains, the rivers, and the feng shui have all undergone profound changes...

With the sculpture as an anchor point of energy, Zhang Qiyuan touched the golden unicorn, rubbed his merits, and improved his luck, hoping that he could successfully conquer this kingdom of God.

Zhang Haike and Zhang Xiaoshui were the first to wake up. They looked at the golden Qilin in shock and asked, "Isn't this the Qilin of the clan leader?"

"Come and touch it too!" Zhang Qiyuan grabbed the golden unicorn, "It's full of blessings!!"

"Really?" Zhang Haike was a little eager to try, "The clan leader is not here."

Zhang Qiyuan generously sent the golden unicorn to Zhang Haike. The golden unicorn, which had absorbed energy, had already become physical and felt good in the hand.

Zhang Qilin, who had lost his Qilin, stood in the tomb, enveloped by the lonely moonlight.