A woman's chuckle came from the courtyard, and Qin Yan sneaked quietly through the shadows.

He saw more than a dozen bewitching women frolicking in the court, all dressed as palace ladies, with delicate eyebrows, but their bodies were faintly transparent.

Not far away, a group of guards stood guard in front of the cloister, sealing off the road, leaving no dead ends in the range they looked at. Qin Yan waited patiently for a long time, and seeing that these people still hadn't changed, as if they were tireless, he had no choice but to decide to take a risk.

He picked up a stone, penetrated some spiritual power, and used the magic technique to control it to swim against the ground to the wall, and then suddenly bounced up, hitting the wall, making a crisp sound, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Who?"

The guards' eyes were fixed on the bouncing stones at the same time, and Qin Yan took this opportunity to float out like a wisp of light smoke, doing a soft light dance, passing a distance of several zhang in an instant, and finally almost grazing the shoulder of one of the guards and shooting into the corridor.

As he moves, his figure is constantly changing color and blending in with his surroundings. The guards felt only a gentle breeze blowing, and when they came back to their senses, they saw nothing.

Qin Yan rushed out more than ten steps, suddenly bowed down, avoided a passing patrol outside the corridor, and then continued to walk, gradually penetrating into the layout of the house.

Two more patrols came from one side to the other, and Qin Yan had nowhere to go, so he hurriedly opened a door next to him with the Imperial Weapon Technique and turned into the house.

The dull footsteps of the guards walked outside the door, Qin Yan hid in the dark, and originally planned to continue moving forward after the patrol passed, but at this time, he suddenly felt a strange spiritual power fluctuation, and couldn't help but be curious, and stepped into another room.

It was a study with bookcases on the walls, already covered with dust. However, unlike the usual study, there was also an altar in the middle of the room, and the moonlight shining through a small hole in the roof hit the altar, and the faint rising light smoke kept changing into various shapes. Qin Yan stopped and looked around, and after a long time, he didn't find anything abnormal, but he felt that this altar had a very strange smell.

'The spiritual power fluctuation came from behind the opposite wall, very similar to the jade pendant I gave to Senior Sister Yu, could it be that the treasure itself is calling me?'

Qin Yan walked along the bookcase, carefully bypassed the altar, walked to the opposite side, and stuck to the wall, sensing that the aura coming from the other end was even more obvious. Moreover, the frequency of the aura fluctuation increased slightly, and it seemed to be aware of Qin Yan's existence, obviously revealing emotional colors such as "excitement" and "excitement".

'Could it be that treasures have their own emotions?'

Legend has it that there are indeed some psychic treasures that can be one with the owner's body and mind, which is of great help. However, Qin Yan had never seen such a rare thing, and he had never heard the Blood Wolf Monk mention it, so he was very skeptical about the authenticity of the rumors.

He stretched out his right hand and pressed it against the wall, and found that the wall was of extraordinary hardness, as if it were made of fine iron, and if it were split with a sword, it would surely cause a great noise. In this strange place, he didn't want to kill himself.

There's no way, let's go out and look elsewhere!

At this time, the aura fluctuations that came from nowhere changed again, as if revealing the taste of anxiety. It trembled at a certain frequency, Qin Yan listened for a moment, and faintly understood, what it wanted to express should be the meaning of the word "dark grid".

'Dark, it can't be at the altar!'

Qin Yan looked at the smoke-filled altar and didn't mean to do anything at all. He didn't want to inexplicably unseal an ancient demon and be swallowed with a bone......

The aura fluctuation seemed to be able to detect his heart, and soon changed its frequency again, expressing another meaning: the bookcase.

'In the bookcase?' In Qin Yan's hunch, the bookcase didn't seem to be in any danger, as long as he was careful, there shouldn't be a problem.

He searched inch by inch, and sure enough, he found a delicate and hidden hidden compartment behind the old book, and when he pressed it lightly, he saw that the opposite wall slowly parted, revealing the deep passage behind. On both sides of the passage were incense burners, all of which were as smoky as altars, ethereal and ethereal in strange shapes, like enlarged skulls.

"Don't be afraid, rush over!" the unknown aura became clearer and clearer.

Qin Yan held his breath, his body turned into a phantom, and he rushed through the corridor extremely quickly.

He was extremely fast, but the smoke floating on the incense burner was still stimulated, like boiling water churning, and the smoke in a corridor gradually connected to each other, and gradually took shape in the steaming and tumbling.

"Get out of the way!"

Qin Yan had already rushed into the other room opposite the passage at this time, and without being reminded by it, he saw a few bookcases by the wall, and immediately dodged and hid.

He hid in the small space between the bookcase and the wall, and felt a substance-like aura sweep through the smoke in the hallway, over the walls, tables, chairs, and bookcases, and finally settle on him in the gap.

'It was discovered. He drew his sword.

There was a small, chaotic squeak from the churning smoke, which slowly adjusted to a high-pitched hiss: "Who's it!

Qin Yan said coldly: "It's me." ”

The smoke above the incense burner churned even more violently, like an octopus waving its tentacles frantically, and after a moment, it finally condensed into the image of a spider, and the huge figure sealed the entire aisle. It stretched its limbs, pressed towards Qin Yan, and asked sharply, "Who are you?"

Qin Yan looked at this huge and hideous smoke spider, and found that its aura was no more than the high-level of the Earth Yuan, so he smiled: "Young Master Ben just comes and takes a turn, do you still need a reason?" As he spoke, he had already pounced with his sword.

At this time, the aura emitted fluctuations and said: "Don't be afraid, this immortal will guide you, put the sword away first......" It was probably affected by the smoke of the incense burner, and the words that were originally said were only conveyed now, and it was already too late. Qin Yan swung out with a sword, and the smell of blood immediately spread, staining the darkness with a layer of dark blue.

The smoke spider monster screamed, and its body split into two halves, and then dispersed into a shapeless smoke, curling up and fading.

Qin Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly turned around and walked towards the door of the room. After only a few steps, his face changed sharply, and he swung a few swords like lightning, knocking down several incoming shadows. More shadows emerged from the darkness in all directions, like a swarm of bees that had been cut out of their nests, spreading densely and unavoidably!

"You doll doesn't know anything, this fairy told you not to make a move, what should you do if you alarm the old monster......" Reiki let out angry mood swings, babbling and scolding.

Qin Yan protected his body with Han blood, and rushed over with his sword in the right direction, not feeling the force of the downed shadow, as if these things were just dark patches with no solid form, without any mass. Darker and darker shadows came in, and even the ground and walls illuminated by the sword qi were covered in pitch black. He ran wildly on these things, only to feel the viscosity under his feet, and the originally flat ground was replaced by sunken and protruding dark spots into a rough and bumpy road, tearing at his steps.

He rushed out dozens of meters in one go, and it wasn't until he turned into another staircase that the dark shadows chasing behind him receded like a tide.

However, I can't feel the fluctuation of the aura at all.