I Pick Up A Bunch Of Attributes

This was a middle-aged man with a mustache. He fell to the ground in horror. He kept pointing in the direction of the hut with one hand, as if he had discovered the truth of the world at this moment.

"It's true that everyone got it wrong."

Feng Xia's cold voice came from the room again: "I am not the seventh prince, but you mistook me for the seventh prince. This is not a misunderstanding. What can be considered a misunderstanding?"

For a moment, the air seemed to be completely stagnant, and the atmosphere became particularly awkward.

The middle-aged man with a mustache was breathing heavily, and his face turned red and purple, and finally turned completely as black as the bottom of a pot.

The person in the room is not the Seventh Prince, so who can he be?

"You...you are not the seventh prince?"

"Of course not." Feng Xia replied without blushing or heartbeat.

"Then who are you?"

Taking a deep breath and slowly draining the congestion from his lungs, the middle-aged man with a mustache asked with difficulty: "Why are you in the seventh prince's hut?"

"You don't know something, but I am actually..."

When Feng Xia said this, she suddenly paused and her tone became extremely mysterious.

The middle-aged man with a moustache seemed to be infected. He swallowed subconsciously and suddenly had a quick wit, revealing his eyes as if facing a formidable enemy.

The longer you practice and the higher your cultivation level, the more you understand...

There are always some existences in this world that are impossible to hope for, unattainable, and unfathomable!

Even just hearing a name may lead to a fatal disaster!

At this moment, the air seemed to be completely stagnant. He swallowed again and finally heard the voice continue: "I am... the 75th Prince."

The middle-aged man with a mustache: "...?"

If it weren't for the fact that Feng Xia's strength was extremely terrifying, he would have even wanted to curse at this moment: What kind of thing is the 75% prince?

When your mother gave birth to you, did she accidentally give birth to an extra half?

"To be more precise, the seventh prince is me, but I am not the seventh prince." Feng Xia said the truth in an understatement.

This time, the middle-aged young man gradually understood: "You mean...the seventh prince is only part of your identity?"

"To be more precise, the seventh prince is part of me."

Feng Xia was talking eloquently, as if what he was facing at this moment was not a master at the pinnacle of the True Spirit Realm, but just an ordinary country man.

"The Seventh Prince was seriously injured. He persisted for more than twenty years and finally could no longer survive. However, I have just returned to the mortal world and need a physical body as a carrier. Therefore, I chose to merge with the Seventh Prince."

At this moment, Feng Xia showed his true deceitful character without hesitation and brought in lines from the protagonists in those novels: "Since I have merged with him, then I have inherited the identity of the Seventh Prince, his last wish and obsession. , will also be inherited by me."

The mustache outside the door was shaken all over, and his eyes showed deep disbelief.

He suddenly thought of all the information that had been circulated from that ancient tomb in the past few days: the owner of this tomb was a war god from ancient times, his name was Wind, and he had once killed the Nine Heavenly Tower, and also He fought to the end of the River Styx. Finally, when his life was about to end, he did not want the world to see his old state, so he chose a secluded place as his ultimate burial place.

"You...are you..."

Plop!

Even with Mustache's cultivation and Taoist heart, at this moment, his mind was inevitably trembling. He almost shook violently, as if he had been struck by thunder, and fell to the ground again on the spot.

That horrible thought appeared in his mind, growing like a weed.

The owner of that tomb, after experiencing a long period of silence, came back to life again, and came back to this new world in this life!

What kind of impact will such an ancient god bring to the world again?

"It's really senior -" the middle-aged man with a mustache whispered in disbelief.

He tried to scream, but the sound reached his mouth, and in the end, he still couldn't utter a single word.

It was like an invisible big hand strangled his neck.

In the blink of an eye, endless fear surged in, like a tide erupting, completely submerging his mind. A master of the true spiritual realm was frightened and lay on the ground, trembling, not daring to move at all. .

"senior……"

With great difficulty, he managed to squeeze out a few words in a hoarse voice.

"That's right, it's me."

Feng Xia's voice came from the house again, like a horn announcing death, echoing in the ears of the middle-aged man with a mustache: "I am a rare herb in the stone under Canglan Mountain. You can call me ...Jiang Shinian."

The middle-aged man with a mustache was stunned for a moment: "...Aren't you the owner of that big tomb?"

Feng Xia said matter-of-factly: "No, what's wrong?"

"..."

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Chapter 0303

For the fourth episode, Feng Xia has two identities for herself.

One is the resurrected ancient war god Feng Shi.

The second one is Jiang Shinian, a strange supernatural being from the Canglan Mountains!

Most of the time, the former identity will always remain behind the scenes, existing only in the records of a few words and in the enthusiastic discussions of many supernatural practitioners.

The latter identity will become much more flexible.

Because he was a different kind of enlightened person, his soul power was naturally strong. Coupled with some special reasons, he chose to merge with the seventh prince and became the current seventy-five prince.

As for whether outsiders believe it or not, it is actually not very important.

After all, Jiang Shinian's identity is just to facilitate his activities in the outside world.

The name doesn't have any complicated meaning - it just means a dream for ten years.

"Damn it, I was actually fooled by you!"

The face of the middle-aged man with a mustache changed, and he climbed up from the ground little by little. His voice was particularly hoarse and low: "Since you are not the owner of the tomb, there is no need to talk nonsense with you..."

He wasted so much time here, and even showed such ugly behavior, but in the end, the other party turned out to be just an alien cultivator who didn't know what he meant!

For his identity, this is undoubtedly a huge shame.

"I don't know what the so-called thing is. Regardless of whether you are the seventh prince or the seventh and fifth prince, my lord has given an order that all the bloodline of the Lu family must be exterminated——"

Boom——

Why is cultivation in the true spiritual realm so scary?

If it were placed in the current Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom, it would be enough to sweep away all opponents. Even the leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom would have no choice but to be defeated.

If the other party is not the owner of the tomb, there is no need to be polite.

The middle-aged man with a mustache looked at him with a solemn look and looked over with murderous intent. Two golden auras were tumbling in his hands, like two golden dragons swimming around, shooting out divine rays, tearing the earth apart in all directions.

"You guys...I still like the environment of this valley very much."

Seeing this situation, Feng Xia sighed helplessly, and immediately activated the "Floating Dream Three Lives Technique" with all his strength, and the seventh prince's sublimated soul power suddenly exploded.

The situation is different from the third week. At that time, Feng Xia directly drained all the potential of the eldest prince, in exchange for an improvement in cultivation and soul power, but the price was very tragic. After seven days and seven nights, he will be completely His longevity was exhausted and he died.

But this week, he did not take the initiative to improve the seventh prince's cultivation. Instead, he used this period of time to slowly nurture the seventh prince's soul and focus on the growth of the soul!

Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, the Seventh Prince is still a useless person whose realm has fallen, with poor energy and blood, weak cultivation, and has been in a coma for more than 20 years and has never woken up.

Totally unexpected...

Within the weak body of the Seventh Prince, there is a terrifying soul!

At this moment, Mingyoujun's expression changed drastically.

He found that his magical power was frozen. Not only that, but a supreme will came down, replacing everything here and turning into a supreme will of God!

His magical powers, his cultivation, his flesh and blood, and even his thinking were all almost completely frozen under the suppression of this will.

Only the fear of death kept growing in his heart.

As the saying goes...

If God wants you to die, you have to die!

"Hmph! I don't know what it is called. Are you describing me?"

Feng Xia snorted coldly, and her majestic soul power completely suppressed the middle-aged Ming Youjun with a mustache, looking down on everything on the ground like a high-ranking god.

"me……"

Unknowingly, Mingyoujun was sweating like a waterfall.

To be fair, he had never seen such a terrifying soul!

The soul power alone is so powerful. How shocking would it be if Jiang Shinian, the 75% prince, revived from his sick bed and exerted his full fighting power?

He finally realized that the mysterious Jiang Shinian in front of him might indeed be inferior to the owner of the tomb...

However, the other party is also someone he needs to look up to!

In front of the other party, all his methods became decorations, as if he fell from a high and powerful man into the clouds in an instant and became an ordinary person with no power to restrain a chicken.

"Make your choice."