winter.
The evil altar fell.
It was as heavy as a tank filled with water, and the ground vibrated back when it landed.
Chen Qingyan was covered in sweat, his chest heaved violently, and he was panting like a buffalo.
The top of the mountain is bare, without any weeds or trees. The red talisman separated from the foot of the mountain is now covered with a black talisman with small writing, but almost covering the entire mountain top. There is only one blank space, and now, this empty space , has been filled in by the evil altar at this time.
He lowered his head and stared at the talisman that immediately wrapped around the altar like a tree root after it was put down, and stepped back a certain distance.
Shortly after he walked away, a heart-wrenching impact suddenly erupted from the evil altar. There was an unwilling soul struggling, it was extremely sad, and hazy smoke gathered.
Chen Qingyan's face turned pale in an instant.
Looking at the thing in the altar with the fierce resentment rising to the sky, I could only feel the oppression in my chest and my scalp was numb.
Perhaps it was the change after condensing the Yuan Dan. In his field of vision, there was a figure squatting on the ominous altar, his whole body bound by black talismans, and he bared his teeth and claws at him angrily.
The unique evil power of evil spirits is getting stronger and stronger.
Chen Qingyan's energy and blood were greatly consumed at this time, and he felt a little overwhelmed by this stimulation.
Without destiny restraint, relying solely on Qi and blood to suppress it, the evil in the jar became much more violent than he expected.
Fortunately, it's all over.
The raging energy and blood on Chen Qingyan's body disappeared quickly like water absorbed by a sponge.
He glanced at Jitan one last time.
Chen Qingyan held the Zhaoxie knife tightly and turned around to leave without hesitation.
This was the first time he appeared alone in the wild in the wilderness.
There were no weird surprises that I had imagined. Instead, there was just endless darkness and intense silence.
On the return trip, Chen Qingyan would be much more relaxed.
But he didn't walk very fast, and even deliberately slowed down.
Just to give myself a layer of cover.
He doesn't want to expose his cultivation realm for the time being.
At his age, regardless of his qualifications, it is extremely abnormal to have this level of cultivation.
If you are talking about taking "Haoyuan Dan" and other magic pills that are precious to monks, then having the "realm of Yuan Dan" at this time is nothing.
Now we are in the ancient town, which is different from the strictness of Jugu City. Everything is traceable. This place is very close to Huangxie. Everything comes from Huangxie, including everything in Lingu, Jugu City, is obtained from Huangxie. Here, everything is possible.
The realm of Yuan Dan was known to others. Based on his knowledge of elixirs, he made up a story that he accidentally bought a bottle of elixir from a merchant stall in the ancient town that looked very similar to Guyuan Dan, but was actually some kind of magical elixir. The reason is completely justified.
Or it might be possible to fabricate an opportunity out of thin air by taking advantage of this evil altar return, saying that as a result of accidentally seeing some kind of spiritual object, the cultivation level will increase greatly after eating it, which is also acceptable.
Because those who question it cannot prove that what he said is false.
Chen Qingyan has read a lot of miscellaneous books, and similar things happen often. The reasons and fabricated stories he found are difficult to dismantle.
However, he will not be exposed as a last resort.
Because once exposed, 'Wang Teng' will be like a crane among chickens, and everyone's eyes will be on you.
Although he has always tried to keep a low profile.
But just after condensing the Yuan Dan, Chen Qingyan felt that it was necessary to keep a low profile for a while, preferably until he was seventeen or eighteen years old, then the eyes that fell on him would not be so fiery and full of exploration. It won't be so meaningful and eye-catching.
He is not a child, and he does not have the mentality of a teenager. He does not want to be like that bright moon, surrounded by stars.
It was a long, deathly silent night, with a gentle breeze blowing in the evening.
Sobs and sobs spread all over the fields with the wind.
Chen Qingyan slowly stopped, and the smoke wave in his hand was extremely violent.
He couldn't help but feel a trace of bitterness in his heart. He gathered the Yuan Dan in advance just to protect himself.
Like now.
Bang——
A roll of smoke, nothing left.
Chen Qingyan's face was ferocious, and there were several scratches on the surface of Zhaoxie's sword.
Opposite him, floating a monster with disheveled hair and a twisted body.
The legs were missing, covered by dirty, rotten cloth that dripped with fluid. They were as small as a baby's paws, seven in total, and the head was like a balled-up newspaper, full of wrinkles.
The most frightening thing is the dark and resentful souls as big as footballs that are constantly sobbing around the demon.
Chen Qingyan placed his palm on the Zhaoxie Knife and turned the refining energy around the blade like a wisp of wind.
Phew~
The figure burst like a bubble.
The next moment, an explosion flashed by Yaoxie's side.
Yaoxie cried even more miserably.
Chen Qingyan showed his figure, turned his wrist, and twisted the sword, like an invisible silver whip, lashing around wildly.
Rumble, rumble.
It was as if someone was lashing the surface of the river with a long bamboo pole, causing clumps of water splashes and leaving terrifying knife marks on the ground.
The afterimage suddenly activated, and the smoke rolled up again.
Bang——
Rumble——
A violent collision broke out between the two sides.
Chen Qingyan held the long knife tightly with both hands, cutting quickly and slowly, cutting across and beating. The feet are like walking on thin ice, slowly lifting and quickly closing, crossing again and again, rising again, jumping back, like a broken dance, irregular and unpredictable.
The evil spirits move like ghosts, seeming to disappear without a trace, floating or lurking, elongating their heads to devour the resentful souls, twisting their bodies to embrace lovers. Silence is like a floating fish, sinking and dim, unable to be seen or heard.
One person and one demon, plundering among the red spells, every move is so unreasonable, difficult to fathom, and unimaginable.
Bang,
puff.
Chen Qingyan stepped back violently, and a handful of black water spread on the ground, seeping in without leaving a trace. The next moment, it sprang out from the other side of the land, and its shape changed again, like a shroud, the black liquid spilled, but it was already covered by it. Waiting for a slash with the knife.
The blade trembled, and black carbon dust invisible to the naked eye exploded, instantly shaking the shroud away.
The resentful soul that was dragged away from Yaoxie's side rushed towards him.
Chen Qingyan tiptoed, cold light burst out in front of him, and a curved halo appeared in the night sky. The sword light rotated and pointed accurately at the resentful soul emerging from the void.
puff.
The resentful soul collapsed, filling the surrounding area like smoke and mist.
Chen Qingyan stood with a knife in his hand, his expression solemn as never before.
If it hadn't been for him, it would have been him, another person with the same level of cultivation, who would have died dozens of times by now.
Far more terrifying than a spirit, almost as terrifying as a tiger-faced evil infant, and with a familiar feeling, coming from the same source, but with completely different powers... Is this the evil spirit that came out of the evil altar?
Someone's 'return' failed.
If there is one, there may be two.
This kind of thing,
There are many,
Is each one different?
Tuk-tuk-tuk.
Several knife pits appeared on the ground.
The smoke hides.
Drops of sweat fell down his cheeks, and Chen Qingyan roared in a low voice, "It's far from over..."
