Qin Yan said: "You only need to create a white light with the Avenue of Death as the core, hang it on the front of the Galaxy Train, and that car can be used for you." Let you gallop in the East, and when you reach the seaside, you can't leave the East?"

I turned to look at the Galaxy Train parked under the stairs, "What's the deal with that car?"

I asked Qin Yan so much just now, but I didn't ask the Galaxy Train.

Qin Yan said: "That's a car transporting dead people. Or rather, it was the trouble that Chen Bailan left for the East. Originally, he was indeed a ghost in the East, and he created a train to the paradise in his mind. Just like in that novel, he hoped that he could sit on the train and reach a place where no one disturbed and no one knew, and live a peaceful life. It's a pity ......"

Qin Yanqing's words changed and said, "It's a pity, he doesn't know that a fragment of the mountain and sea world is left in the East Ocean, and besides, there is a death temple guarding the entrance to this world. As a result, the train drove to the world of mountains and seas. ”

"The Temple of Death is not only to encircle people, gods, and beasts, but also to block others from entering the world of mountains and seas. His car crashed headlong into the air of death, and it spun around the air mass as if it were through a tunnel before returning to the real world, and the galactic train that was supposed to lead to paradise became the real death train. ”

"The people in the car are all dead, whether they are gods, monsters, and resentful spirits can't escape the road of death. ”

Qin Yanqing pointed to the train below and said, "I have been in the Hall of Death for too long, and I want to go out for a walk, so I have taken the Galaxy Train as my own car, and arranged the illusion of forgetfulness in it. From time to time, he sat out for a spin and then returned to the Temple of the Dead. It's as simple as that. ”

I said in a deep voice, "What about the thirteen drawings, which are also your masterpieces?"

"The thirteen drawings are from Chen Baideng's handwriting. Qin Yanqing shook his head and said, "That's what he plans to use to guide future generations into the Hall of Death." It's just that he only completed three drawings at the beginning. The thirteen pictures that followed were traps that I gradually perfected with the secret method left by Chen Bailan. Don't you think the thirteen drawings are very similar to your Chen family's trap technique?"

I thought about it carefully, and there were indeed many similarities between the Thirteen Pictures and the Chen family's trap secret technique, perhaps it was really from Chen Baideng's handwriting.

The Thirteen Drawings are not only a trap, but an insolvable trap.

If the descendants of the Chen family come, they may be able to unravel the thirteen drawings soon. If, if it were someone else, even if he could crack the thirteen drawings one by one, he would eventually enter the Temple of Death and bump into the Avenue of Death. It is no wonder that for thousands of years in the East, no warlock has been able to unravel the Thirteen Pictures, and it turns out that the last thing they want to touch is the Avenue of Death.

I nodded, "Understood, how do I take the breath of death with me." ”

Although the Avenue of Death is close to you, it will not let you take away all the death qi. It also has to leave a part of its power to guard the Temple of Death and block the strange beasts of the mountains and seas that appear from the East. ”

"I understand!" I sat down on the platform, opened my backpack and put the paper and bamboo strips on the ground, and tied a white lamp according to the Chen family's technique.

The Chen family's "White Lantern Duel" is like a special magic, from the beginning of my hand, the death qi in the sky turned into a stream of cyan smoke coiled towards me, I clearly felt that the death qi poured into my body from my seven orifices, and with the circulation of my qi and blood around my body, it was continuously poured into my dantian.

After a short moment, blood-colored beads of sweat oozed from my forehead, and the Yaksha Phantom suddenly rose from behind me, roaring fiercely towards the sky, as if to reach out to grasp the heavenly death qi, but I did not dare to approach the death avenue, so I could only let the other party continue to invade the remnants of the soul that remained in my body.

Ye Xuan saw that the Yaksha phantom quickly faded, and immediately took a step to block Qin Yanqing: "What's going on with Chen Ye?"

Qin Yan said affectionately: "Chen Ye should have Yaksha blood on his body, right? Although Yaksha is strong, it is not worth mentioning in front of the Dao of Death. The Avenue of Death will not allow the remnants of Yaksha to exist at the same time as themselves. If you look at Chen Ye carefully, the remnant soul of the Yaksha has collapsed, but Chen Ye himself has not been damaged in any way, which is the best proof. ”

Ye Xuan stared at me for a long time before he breathed a sigh of relief, although he didn't understand the secret method, he could see whether my muscles and bones were damaged, in his opinion, my muscles and bones were not only not harmed, but were a little stronger than before, otherwise, Ye Xuan would not believe Qin Yanqing's statement.

What Ye Xuan saw was only the appearance, but I could feel that the qi of death was not only enriching my dantian, but also constantly wandering on me. I heard Ye Xuan say that the sense of qi is an important sign of inner family cultivation.

Is the reason why the Chen family doesn't cultivate their internal strength?

I finally fully believed Qin Yanqing's words, the Hall of Death was indeed arranged by Chen Baideng, he not only arranged the Hall of Death, but also modified the inheritance of the Chen family. The Chen family has no internal strength, just to empty the dantian for the breath of death. It is foreseeable that after I leave the Temple of Death, I will become an inner master who can release my true qi.

What I released from my body was not the innate qi, but the extremely domineering death qi.

Jing Yuan was the first person to see through my cultivation, and she couldn't help but whisper to herself: "Chen Ye is out of the mountain, who is still his opponent in this world?"

Qin Yanqing smiled and said, "The descendants of the Chen family should be invincible in the world. It's just that Chen Baideng was worried that the descendants of the Chen family would be invincible from generation to generation, which would bring ruin to the Chen family, so he cut off the Chen family's road to hegemony. Look at the current Chen Ye, isn't he the one who should be the king of the Dao?"

"The Dao of Techniques is the king, can he really do it?" Jing Yuan said in a low voice: "As far as I know, each of the eighteen halls of the Eighteen Halls of the Dao of Techniques has a supreme inheritance, if someone gets the inheritance of another hall of the Arts. Will it fight against Chen Ye. ”

"Maybe!" Qin Yan said affectionately: "There is no distinction between superior and inferior in the eighteen halls of the Dao of Arts, and the eighteen veins of the ancient warlocks are all in the halls of art, but how many people can get the complete inheritance? At least, among Chen Baideng's contemporaries, there is no such existence." ”

Qin Yan looked at Jing Yuan with a smile and said, "Fourth Prince, if Chen Ye is not interested in sealing mountains and seas after he comes out of the mountain, but wants to dominate the Dao of Arts, what will you do?"

Jing Yuan was startled and turned his head to look at Qin Yanqing: "Are you a palace spirit?"

The relationship between Jingyuan and me is extremely delicate, whether it is friend or foe, even I don't know it. If Qin Yanqing was a temple spirit, he shouldn't have said such a thing, her words were obviously instigating Jing Yuan to be my enemy.