In front of the Qingqiu ancestor's tomb, Lin Qingxuan was kicked into the mud again.
"Does the dog from the ancestral grave deserve to breathe? When I dig this old grave, let your whole family feed the wild dogs!" The black iron boots ran over the back of his hand, and blood foam mixed with soil filled the gaps between his teeth. He clutched the broken sword left by his parents in his arms - it was the last relic that they desperately gave him when they were stabbed in the chest by the traitor.
The next second, the tombstone exploded with green light, and his sea of consciousness erupted with a mechanical sound:
[The ancestral tomb farming system is bound! Thousand-year-old ginseng king seeds are distributed, and spiritual spring irrigation matures in three days!
[Ancestral Lin Zhantian (late Nascent Soul) heroic spirit card is activated, and you can possess it to fight as a god!
When the first spiritual grass broke through the ground, the genius who had stepped on him into the mud was kneeling on the ground, staring at the bloody fighting spirit he had summoned and trembling: "You... Aren't you a loser?!"
Lin Qingxuan wiped off the blood on the sword and raised his eyes with a sneer: "Trash? From today on, what is planted in the ancestral tomb - is your life!"
