There is a full-body portrait of a man on the gold paper, with long eyebrows and delicate eyes, not very handsome, but it looks very pleasing to the eye.

I don't know who painted the portrait, the brushwork is excellent, even the unhappy expression on the man's face is depicted into three points, and the details are even more meticulous to count the man's eyebrows.

Qin Yang leaned over and picked up the golden paper, his expression on his face changed, as if he was shocked and angry, and as if he was stunned.

This is especially yourself, can you see it unpleasantly!

After taking the gold paper and looking at it a few times, after finding traces of patterns and runes on the back, Qin Yang tentatively entered a trace of true yuan into the gold paper.

Suddenly, the golden paper hung in the air, and the spiritual light of the Tao gushed out from the golden paper, intertwined into a painting on the golden paper, and in an instant, turned into a three-dimensional phantom, hanging on the golden paper.

Qin Yang on the paper, with a black face, stood there with an unhappy face, squinting down from the corner of his eyes, his eyes full of the complexity of stepping on shit.

Looking at this dress again, as well as the wooden hairpin on his head, Qin Yang's face was complicated, isn't this what he looked like when he was smashed into the cloud bed, standing on the edge of the big pit.

I don't know who rubbed it into a painting......

As the phantom rotated and floated, a line of words appeared below the phantom.

"If you can find this person, or provide clues, there is a reward, if you send it to any branch of Wanyong Firm, you will be rewarded with a low-grade spiritual weapon. ”

The following payment is Wanyong Firm.

Qin Yang's face turned dark, he was wanted by Wanyong Firm?

Could it be that he took advantage of the chaos to kill Steward Qiu at that time, and was seen by others?

Wanyong Firm is simply mad, the manager of the branch in a small city, was killed, and even offered a reward for a spiritual weapon, can you do whatever you want if you have money?

A branch manager, it's hard to hear, it's not worth the value of a spiritual weapon at all, and the profiteer of Wanyong Firm has long been willing to pay such a large price for buying horse bones and buying people's hearts?

Besides, just the gold paper in his hand is already worth a lot of money, any disciple of the Demon Stone Holy Sect can have one in his hand, and the number of small golden paper leaflets that are scattered cannot be a decimal, maybe the value of these gold paper leaflets adds up, and it is not lower than the value of a low-grade spiritual weapon.

I'm afraid that many of the Great Monks of the Divine Sea outside will be interested in this reward, and the Sanyuan Monks under the Divine Sea, as long as they know about this matter, will remember it in their hearts.

If you show up outside......

Just thinking about this picture, Qin Yang couldn't help but shudder, and shouted in his heart.

Silently put away the bounty paper, and then put away the things scattered on the ground.

A magic weapon, shaped like a turtle shell, was identified a little, but it was found that this was not an ordinary protective magic weapon, and it could be carried on the body, and with the influx of true yuan, the weight would become heavier and heavier, but it was a magic weapon used to boil the body.

The pills contained in the porcelain bottle are all turtle deer pills that greatly replenish qi and blood, and the most commonly used pills for building a base body to cultivate are to assist in cultivation, and the other is to replenish qi and blood and assist in healing.

The rest of the talismans are all miscellaneous goods, and Qin Yang is completely unsightly.

The remaining sets of clothes are just ordinary Demon Stone Holy Sect inner disciples' standard robes, with their own dust bans, and their defensive power is negligible, at most they can block ordinary swords and blades.

After rummaging a little more and finding the fragments of the broken storage bag, Qin Yang suddenly understood that this person's storage bag was afraid that it would be forcibly torn by an external force, and the contents would fall to the ground.

Looking at this disciple's corpse again, Qin Yang frowned a little, this person's limbs were not very thick, but there was a metallic luster on his skin, looking along the hole in his chest, his bones were silver and white with a hint of bronze.

This is a body cultivation that devours the qi of hardware supplemented by refining the body, the body is the most hard, but at this moment it is miserable to die, as if there is no power to resist, it is unknown something, pierced through the chest and died, and there was endless fear on the face when he died.

More like ......

was frightened and killed.

Qin Yang didn't think much about it, he had already sensed that there was a great danger here.

Stretched out his hand to perform his skills, and found out a skill book, a token magic weapon, before he had time to take a closer look, in the depths of the dense forest, a miserable scream suddenly exploded, and then in just a moment, he was choked by the neck, and the scream stopped abruptly.

Qin Yang casually slapped the skill book on the door of his head, put the token magic weapon into the storage bag, turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

Restrained his breath, relying on his physical strength to run wildly, but on his head, there was a faint sweat.

A trace of strange aura permeated the air, as if a great terror had descended......

In this dense forest, there are many insects, cockroaches, birds and beasts, but at this moment, there is no sound at all, and the birds that can occasionally be seen along the way all fall on the branches, facing the trunks, with their heads buried in their chests, trembling.

A giant python with a length of length was in front of its lair, but it didn't dare to get into it, only dared to turn its belly over and coil into a snake formation and pretend to be dead......

After a while, I saw a tall black ape, with fur roots like steel thorns, surging demonic energy, vigorous qi and blood, comparable to a monk who built a perfect foundation, but at this moment he was also holding his head, lying on the ground, trembling, even as if he was afraid of wailing, and covered his mouth with one paw......

Qin Yang rushed past it, and the black ape didn't even lift its eyelids......

The terrifying crisis sense, the stimulation of Qin Yang's back tingling, the back of his head was cold, and in the rushing, his body was slowly becoming stiff because of instinctive fear, as if a real predator had descended, he could only be like a bird and beast in the forest, staying in place and killing his neck.

"Ah......h

Another scream sounded in mid-air, Qin Yang's body stiffened, leaning against the trunk of a giant tree, holding his breath, not daring to make any movements.

In mid-air, Dao Dao sword light flew from a distance, and one by one the monks who flew with the sword were full of panic, their eyes trembled, and the spiritual power around them was turbulent, obviously desperately urging the flying sword.

After a few people flew away, they saw a one-man tall red gourd following closely behind, and on top of it lay a monk with disheveled hair and embarrassed.

"Senior brother, wait for me, don't leave me ......"

The man screamed in terror, his voice toned, like a duck choked by the neck, and let out a deathly wail.

The next moment......

The red gourd suddenly stopped, the monk's eyes bulged out, his body stiffened, the fear on his face froze, and only a strange roar of despair came from his throat.

In the sky behind, an old man with a rickety body, wearing a black robe, sunken eyes, and an expressionless face, crossed the void, step by step, as if pacing, stepping into the air.

The old man walked to the side of the red gourd and whispered in a low voice, like a bellows, hoarse and ugly: "Do you know who the old man is?"

"I ...... I...... I don't know ......" The monk lying on the red gourd was almost frightened, and read a few words with difficulty.

The old man shook his head, stretched out his dry claws, and slowly stabbed into the other party's chest, but the monk seemed to be unable to move, unable to speak, and could only stare wide, watching the old man's claws, just stabbing into it little by little.

"Click...... Click......"

The flesh and blood broke apart little by little, and the bones shattered inch by inch, until the claws completely pierced the monk's chest, and the monk's torso dried up rapidly, and the old man withdrew his claws.

The whole process took more than a dozen breaths!

The monk, on the other hand, could only watch, not even move a finger.

This kind of fear, indescribable, until death, is wide-eyed, and the fear on his face is frozen.

"I don't even know who the old man is, what do I want you to do. The old man shook his head and sighed softly, turned around and continued to walk away.

When the old man disappeared, Qin Yang, who was pretending to be a dead man on the ground, his eyes trembled slightly, his clothes were instantly wet with cold sweat, his limbs were cold, and his face was bloodless.

This old man's strength is too strong, it is the crushing of the life level, from the bloodline, from the all-round crushing of the divine soul, making his bone marrow tremble.

There was no momentum, no divine light, just a vague breath, which almost scared him to pee.

The monk who died tragically had been killed by the shock, and the fear of death could hardly overpower the fear of the old man.

Qin Yang was able to keep his breath intact, hold his breath, restrain his vitality and pretend to be dead, without leaking the slightest flaw, he had already done his best.