Two days later, Qin Yan and Wei Fei followed an old man in gray who was a little stiff and got into the carriage that drove to the door of Po Sa.

The carriage loaded with six boxes of silver tickets set off from the Dragon Leaping Cliff and drove bumpily along the rugged road to the bottom of the mountain, entering the windy Biluo Valley.

The gray-clothed old man sat in the driver's seat, flicking the horsewhip at will, and the ghosts that popped out of the pile of skeletons from time to time often had no time to let out a piercing scream, and were beaten into a piece of bone powder by the fierce cyan energy. And the majestic black horse that dragged the carriage forward was not anything ordinary, its hooves trampled briskly through the pile of sand and bones, and occasionally from the ground came a cracking sound, the sound of ghost claws being trampled before they could poke out of the earth.

However, Qin Yan in the carriage hadn't noticed these peculiarities yet. He lay quietly, reminiscing about Yue Ling's embrace when he parted, as well as ...... Gong Yunsleeve's unsuspecting kiss.

This time down the mountain, the prosperity of the secular world is certainly desirable, but every time it is time to part, I can't help but feel sentimental after all.

Life is a melody intertwined with countless encounters and partings, from which the wise can comprehend the true meaning, but Qin Yan only recognizes his weakness again and again.

He lifted the curtain and glanced out the window, where there was a long, narrow valley with steep cliffs and rocks jutting out. Countless dim points of light, green or red, drifted and scattered in the sand and gravel piles, and the gloomy wind howled faintly, kicking up patches of sand and dust.

The carriage rumbled forward, and countless bones under the wheels were crushed and crunched.

The long, terrifying valley, winding east, is anything but pretty. Qin Yan lowered the curtains, and his heart was even more depressed.

He suddenly touched Wei Fei's elbow beside him and asked, "Senior Brother Wei, what task did Master give you?"

Wei Fei has been following Qin Yan for so long, knowing his temperament, he is not as restrained as when he first met, and said with a smile: "My task is quite simple, that is, to be a killer under you, Senior Brother Qin, and reach the high level of B within three months, even if you have achieved your goal." ”

Qin Yan nodded, and remembered the confession of the blood wolf monk when he left, and his heart sank slightly, and he finally waved away some of the sorrow when he parted. Senior Brother Wei's mission goal is very clear, but what about Young Master Ben?" According to your own ideas, maintain the balance between the good and evil factions, and wear down their strength a little bit...... What does it mean?

However, such an empty order also has the advantage of not having to deal with those who are on the right path for the time being. Now that the evil sect is in full swing, Young Master Ben will first use a few famous heads to kill their prestige, and also give those people in the righteous path some morale.

Thinking of this, he asked again: "Senior Brother Wei, listen to what you mean, you have to start with a low-level killer, and you may have to kill more than 20 well-known masters to be promoted to the second level." But we're new to the city, so there's definitely a lot of trouble, so you don't have to worry about running out of things to do. Let me ask you first, do you want to kill decent hypocrites, or do you want to kill those villains of the evil sect?"

"Whatever! As long as there is work to do, I am not picky. ”

"That's good. I heard that the momentum of the evil sect has been strong recently, so let's use it to try the knife!"

The carriage moved forward at a constant pace, and although it was often bumpy, it was quite smooth compared to such a place.

They set out from Dragon Leaping Cliff at noon, and after most of the day and night, until the next morning, they finally left this gloomy passage and basked in the sunlight of the mountain forest.

After jumping out of the hideous skull thorn gate, Qin Yan couldn't help but glance back from the window, and on the huge stone tablet standing tall, the seven big characters written in the blood of living people - "Biluo Valley, the living people stop!" exuded a cold and shocking feeling. Even with his cultivation now approaching the Tian Yuan realm, he couldn't help but feel a chill from his back.

Those seven words must have been written by a peerless powerhouse who killed people like hemp, so that after so many years, they could still deter sentient beings.

The higher Qin Yan's cultivation and the wider his knowledge, the more he felt that the road ahead was long and the road was difficult to find.

Beyond the boundaries of the Posamun, there is a deserted wilderness ahead. The mountain road was bumpy, the carriage was bumpy more than in the Biluo Valley, and the two walls of the carriage shook and seemed to fall apart at any moment. But the old man in gray who was driving the car waved his whip vigorously, driving the horse pulling the cart to run forward at a faster speed, without taking into account the feelings of the two people in the carriage. Of course, with Qin Yan's cultivation and body method, lying or lying on the soft chair is not a big deal, but I just feel uncomfortable.

After a day and a night, the majestic black horse began to show fatigue, and its nostrils erupted with heavy gasps, emitting a sulfurous smell that lingered around the carriage, revealing the demon's bloodline.

"Click!" a curtain was hooked by a sharp stone protruding from the cliff, and then it was torn open. By this time, the carriage was in ruins. Fortunately, after crossing this narrow road, the carriage finally did not fall apart, otherwise Qin Yan would have to carry the six boxes under his feet by himself.

The vision ahead gradually widened, the road widened, and a few sparse houses could be seen lit with dusk cooking smoke.

"Childe!" the gray-clothed old man suddenly said in a loud voice, "In a dozen miles, we will arrive at the post point of the Holy Gate, where we will rest for one night." Please put on the 'silver ghost face', the face of the spider disc guide is not something that the subordinates of the post can see. ”

Qin Yan responded, leaned over and opened a box under his feet, and suddenly a cloudy silver-gray halo spread out, coating the entire carriage with a layer of dead gray color. Qin Yan froze, his hands reached into it, and he picked up a light mask. That's where the silver-gray halo comes from, and the aura of death emanates from it, making it feel like you're in a barren forest graveyard at midnight. Wei Fei on the side only felt creepy on his body, and hurriedly shrank into the far corner of the carriage.

This is the "Silver Ghost Face" given by the Blood Wolf Monk, with which it can give orders to the group of shadow ghosts in the spider moth's disk and mobilize the huge killing machine.

The mask is delicate and delicate, and the edges are inscribed with ancient and strange words, and the chill is terrifying. Qin Yan looked at it intently, as if he heard the sound of fighting from the flood era, and the bloody wind and blood rain rushed to his face, causing the fire of his soul to crumble......

He hurriedly stabilized his mind and looked away, Fang Jue felt better.

With such a powerful divine thought of his, wouldn't ordinary people suffer at a glance?

After wearing the silver ghost face, it will make people unable to look directly, and this is where the authority comes from!