"Boy, how did you get in!"

His thoughts were quickly interrupted, and Xie Yan, who had just come out of the secret room, was blocked by the person who was guarding outside, who was the last Yanyu family monk who had left a rockery before. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Xie Yan was already upset because of Shi Fengnian's affairs, and the kid was interrupted by someone again, so he was inevitably a little unhappy, his eyes swept over the cold middle-aged man who was blocking him, and snorted coldly.

"Get out!"

The powerful divine consciousness instantly left the body, and the cold middle-aged man on the opposite side was caught off guard for a while, and was hit by this divine consciousness in the chest, flew upside down, and slammed into the rockery behind him, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"You're looking for death!"

The cold middle-aged man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly stood up, black tadpole runes spread out on his face, and his momentum was also raised from the early stage of foundation building to the peak of the middle stage of foundation building in an instant.

"It's that power again."

Xie Yan glanced at the battle between the three elders of the Jinghuamen and the man in black, who had come to an end not far away, and did not plan to stay longer.

With one hand slapping the storage bag, three paper figures flew out of it. Xie Yan took a step forward, pressed down the air above the three people with one hand, and with a movement of his heart, the true yuan instantly poured into the body of the paper man. After the true yuan was infused, the three paper puppets instantly came to life, blocking the way of the cold middle-aged.

"Don't try to run!"

The cold middle-aged man didn't care about the three puppets who pounced, but he waved his sleeves, and a handful of gray-white poison sprinkled towards Xie Yan, and at the same time, this person stretched out his left hand and made a seal. A ray of blue light flashed from his fingertips, and in the next moment, he saw that the pool of poisonous mist that he had spilled out seemed to come to life, transforming into a huge head and biting towards Xie Yan.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Xie Yan's mouth showed a trace of coldness.

Without looking at it, this was stealing poisonous monsters, and walked forward slowly. When the translucent poisonous monster approached Xie Yan's body, it stopped instantly, as if it sensed the most terrifying power in the world, and desperately wanted to retreat, but the power emanating from Xie Yan's body was even more domineering, like a whirlpool, swallowing the poisonous monster into it.

"Devouring poison? Don't!! ”

Seeing this scene, the cold middle-aged man's face changed drastically, as if he remembered something, and subconsciously wanted to escape. His best magic power is the poison path, among the normal monks, the poison cultivator is the most difficult, because this kind of person is poison all over his body, and he will die when he touches it, and basically no one wants to provoke it. This is also the reason why the two people before left with confidence, but the poisonous technique has obviously lost its effect here in Xie Yan, which means that the strongest method of the cold middle-aged has been abolished.

"It's late."

At this time, the three paper figures had swept to his side, different from ordinary puppet things, these three people did not make a move after flying over, but divided into three directions to block the way of the cold middle-aged, and the next moment, I saw that the bodies of these three people swelled up at the same time.

"It's going to be bad!"

Seeing this scene, the cold middle-aged secretly said that it was not good, but it was too late.

Rumble!!

After the explosion of the three paper puppets, three different poisons spread out in an instant, and the cold middle-aged man who was surrounded in the middle was swallowed by the poison in the blink of an eye.

"Poison cultivation? It's a pity that the poison you have mastered is too weak, so weak that I don't have any interest in absorbing it. Xie Yan glanced at this person and walked straight forward.

"The Ninth Outer Path... Poison Master Dao!! ”

The cold middle-aged man pinched the neck at the corner of his mouth, looked at Xie Yan's disappearing back, and spit out the last few words. Then he fell headlong to the ground, and when he died, his body quickly turned dark purple, and his skin corroded with it, making a 'snort' sound, but in the time of tea, the corpse was poisoned into a puddle of thick water, and not even bones remained. Dark yellow corpse water seeped into the ground. It may be because the poison is too domineering, and the surrounding plants also withered, and after that, the whole yard became a dead place, and the rich poison shrouded here for a long time.

When Xie Yan left the Yanyu Palace, the elders of the Three Mirror Flower Sects had already fled.

Judging from the descriptions of others, the three elders don't seem to have taken advantage, the painting of the man in black has caused them a lot of consumption, if they hadn't escaped quickly in the end, maybe they would have really been left here.

Xie Yan didn't look for the three elders of the Mirror Flower Sect, and quietly sneaked back to the inn one by one.

After sneaking into the guest room, Xie Yan searched with his divine sense, and found that everything was the same as when he left, the shopkeeper was still guarding the door, but he was already asleep, Xie Yan did not alarm him, returned to the bed, closed his eyes cross-legged, and began the necessary cultivation every day.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, after Xie Yan left the inn, it took more than two hours to return to the station of the puppet hall. After coming back, Xie Yan inquired about the outer disciples of the guards, and found that Wang Jianfei and Chen Feng had not returned, so after a few simple orders, he went to the secret room to retreat.

A few days later, Xie Yan woke up from his retreat.

During this time, the aura of the heavenly tribulation became more obvious, every time Xie Yan cultivated, he would have a feeling of panic, and at this moment he was awakened again, and after suppressing the breath of palpitations, Xie Yan was not good at cultivating, so he walked to the seat by the window alone and sat down.

After briefly flipping through the information collected by the disciples of the sect, most of them were useless, and Xie Yan only flipped through a few relevant news.

After doing this, Xie Yan assigned the task through Yu Jian, and then began to sort out the information he had received earlier.

"West Sea."

Xie Yan wrote the name of the place on the wooden table, and the person also fell into a state of contemplation.

This place, he had never heard of it, not only that, in the past few days since he came back, he didn't know how many classics he had read, but he still didn't find this place in the West Sea, the only possible place was the sea to the west of Yan Kingdom, but Xie Yan had been there once, it was not a holy place for cultivation, it was just an ordinary inland sea, except for the fishermen, there was no abnormality at all.

"In any case, after this matter is resolved, we have to go over and take a look."

Xie Yan made a decision.

"Where to go? Grandpa Turtle has been in a panic lately, and he also wants to go out for a walk. A green-shelled turtle stretched and sat up from the table.

Xie Yan was slightly stunned, and then he remembered the Kamehara Shuai who came with him through the Ghost Mountain Range. The degree of drowsiness of this strange turtle was beyond his imagination, after returning from the Huangquan River, he had been sleeping, in the middle Xie Yan thought it was dead, but he didn't expect that after so much time, it suddenly woke up again, it seemed that he slept well, and the holy medicine he had eaten before had been successfully digested.

"I'll ask you a question."

Looking at this strange turtle, Xie Yan suddenly remembered the mysterious origin of this product.

"Let's say, there are really not many things in this world that Grandpa Turtle doesn't know." This thing is as bad as ever, but fortunately, Xie Yan has long been accustomed to its cheapness, so he directly ignored its self-proclaimed name and asked.

"Do you know about ghosts?"

After hearing Xie Yan's question, Kamehara Shuai, who had an indifferent face, sat up, and the green turtle head looked at Xie Yan, showing a rare serious look.

"How did you know about the existence of ghosts?"