Lin Yan held the Eight-sided Han Sword and placed it in front of him. At the same time, he activated his hunter's instinct.
Six figures appeared in the perception, with faint spiritual energy fluctuations on them.
They have become extraordinary creatures, or more accurately, they are controlled by humans.
A profession emerged in Lin Yan's mind, the Necromancer.
Was it done by a believer in the God of Rules?
Suddenly, a middle-aged man rushed over, clenched his fists, and headed straight for Lin Yan's head.
Lin Yan couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that this attack method was exactly the same as that of Feng Bao.
Being controlled by others, but their strength is not enhanced.
The long sword in his hand turned, passed straight through the outside of the middle-aged man's right arm, and stabbed directly into his heart.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The middle-aged man seemed to be unaware of the pain and grabbed the Eight-faced Han Sword.
Lin Yan frowned.
The most troublesome thing appears.
Because it is a corpse, fatal attacks are no longer effective.
Seeing the other five corpses also attacking him, Lin Yan activated his skills without hesitation.
Shocking halo!
The originally extremely fast movements suddenly slowed down.
The six corpses were merely controlled, not considered ranked psykers.
So the highest three times the deceleration is triggered.
In Lin Yan's eyes, he suddenly became like a snail.
Soul plunder!
An invisible wave flashed by without any effect.
Lin Yan was not surprised either.
You have to have a soul to plunder.
They are already dead, so naturally they have no souls.
Lin Yan just wanted to give it a try, but the result was as expected.
The Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand formed a sword shadow in the air at an extremely fast speed.
The middle-aged man in front of him had blood spurting out from various vital points.
Lin Yan raised his arm and chopped off his head. Finally, the middle-aged man stopped moving.
This is the weakness!
He stepped back and avoided the young man's kick.
The Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand curved forward like a snake and cut his neck open.
Lin Yan stepped forward, punched the middle-aged man on the left in the face, forced him back, and slashed with his sword again.
Blood and heads rolled down.
He turned around and kicked the Black Snake warrior who was sneaking up from behind.
The Eight-sided Han Sword pierced the ground, and Lin Yan used the force to raise a cloud of soil.
His figure shuttled quickly, and the sword in his hand exploded with astonishing speed, directly piercing the neck of the black snake warrior in front of him.
Seven Inches of White Snake Nine Swords!
By the time Lin Yan took back the Eight-sided Han Sword, the surroundings had quieted down.
Only his arm felt sore.
Using the Nine White Snake Swords too many times in a short period of time made his body unable to support him.
Lin Yan gasped, but still did not relax his vigilance.
Fortunately, no new incidents occurred.
He looked at the corpses on the ground, endured his nausea, and left the Jiutian Xuannv Temple.
He already had some guesses about what had just happened, but he needed to confirm it.
"Your Majesty!"
Feng Bao and others gathered around him. Seeing his blood-covered appearance, they were all frightened and wondered what had happened inside.
Did he get into a fight with that despicable foreigner?
Lin Yan waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to ask any more questions.
He took out the six-yao oracle bone and handed it to Feng Bao.
"Holy object!"
Feng Bao immediately showed an excited and pious expression, stretched out his hands to hold the six-yao oracle bone.
"Can you check if it's fake?"
Lin Yan asked casually.
"it is true."
Feng Bao said after observing carefully.
"you sure?"
Lin Yan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there any basis for this?"
"My lord, you don't know something."
Feng Bao explained with a smile on his face, "The sacred objects were made by the high priests of all generations. I will not admit this unique technique."
Lin Yan subconsciously took half a step back in shock, and a possibility emerged in his mind.
Qiu Yi, the high priest of the Black Yi tribe, has a problem!
Looking back now, everything he did went too smoothly.
And his mission is to help the followers of the Lord God of Rules.
Haven't seen anyone yet.
"Let's go back."
Lin Yan said in a deep voice.
"Where's the stranger?"
Feng Bao was slightly startled and asked, "We still want to take her back."
"There's no sign of her in there."
Lin Yan tried to dispel his thoughts, "Although I don't know what happened, the top priority is to escort the holy objects back to avoid further trouble."
"You're right!"
Feng Bao immediately said with a serious expression.
Outsiders or missing tribesmen are secondary.
The six-yao oracle bones are the beacon of survival for the Black Yi tribe.
For example, the high priest would use it to divine the weather.
In the era of farming and hunting, this was undoubtedly a magical skill.
The group returned the same way.
Entering the Black Yi tribe, a group of people were surrounded.
"How's it going? Did you get the sacred object back?"
"Where's that mean stranger?"
"Did you encounter any accident?"
The sound of chirping sounded, and Feng Bao was not impatient at all.
He smiled and raised the six-yao oracle bone and said, "Let us thank the Lord Envoy!"
A burning light burst out from the eyes of a group of people.
After a moment of silence, uniform cheers broke out.
Lin Yan faced him with a smile, but his mood was no longer as cheerful as before, mostly filled with doubts.
Qiu Yi, who was in the house, heard the noise outside. She got up and came to the door to greet him.
"High Priest!"
Feng Bao presented the six-line oracle bone with both hands.
Lin Yan observed the expression on Qiu Yi's face.
She smiled kindly and contentedly.
"Thank you for your hard work, Fengbao."
Qiu Yi put away the six-yao oracle bone and said.
"It's not hard work, it's all thanks to the envoy."
Feng Bao explained quickly.
"Your Majesty, please come into the room to discuss in detail."
Qiu Yi looked at Lin Yan with kind eyes and said.
Lin Yan nodded.
The questions in his mind really needed to be answered.
Of course, it's more about being vigilant.
Each dungeon has a final boss, and now Lin Yan suspects it is Qiu Yi.
And her strength, as shown, is indeed similar to her own.
Dome-shaped earth house.
Lin Yan and Qiu Yi sat face to face.
"Thank you, Lord Envoy."
Qiu Yi took the initiative to speak, breaking the dull atmosphere.
"High Priest, have you confirmed the authenticity of the sacred object?"
Lin Yan asked calmly.
"it is true."
Qiu Yi smiled and said, "Because I refined it."
Lin Yan's heart was shaken, and his nerves were already tense.
It was refined by her, but the rules of the Lord God's detection will not go wrong.
Then there is only one possibility: she deliberately faked it.
Why do you want your own people to die?
This unscientific.
Unless she is a believer in the Lord of Rules.
"You guessed it, right?"
Qiu Yi suddenly stood up.
"You are not the high priest!"
Lin Yan directly drew the Eight-sided Han Sword and said.
Qiu Yi smiled faintly.
The wrinkles on his face began to fade away, revealing a stunning appearance.
There is a pool of water flowing in the beautiful eyes, and the long golden hair is as bright as the sun.
The waist is as thin as a willow, and the convex and curvy figure is more obvious and sexy under the tight black night jersey.
The most eye-catching thing is her pointed elf ears.
But the next second, when Qiu Yi took a step forward, her body and appearance changed rapidly.
A cold girl with black hair and black eyes, but she has horns on her head and a black succubus tail sticking up from her back.
"Which image do you like?"
Qiu Yi stretched out her slender jade fingers, as if water was flowing through her. She turned into a red-haired mature woman again, and her voice was particularly charming.
The clothes on his body turned into a shape like water droplets, with liquid flowing down continuously. The perfect figure was looming, it was a slime.
