Chapter 353: Delirium of Long Life 19

After three tense and slow steps, the altar is already in front of you.

The runes, incense altars and some miscellaneous arrangements were blurred in the fog. Qin Yan only noticed the middle desk. Put the burden on it, and you will complete the task!

He was about to walk over when he felt Ye Piaoling's arms tremble and whispered, "I heard the sound of many people crying again... Ah! Still people are calling my name! They, aren't they all dead..." He was so panic that he almost cried.

Qin Yan was shocked and just wanted to speak, but he smelled a coldness. There was a sound of evil singing, mixed with many different voices, which made his hairy bones stand on end.

"Who is it? Don't pretend to be a ghost, come out!" He shouted in a low voice. Because his left hand was led by Ye Piaoling and his right hand held the burden and had no time to draw his sword, he wanted to rush forward and put the bag on the altar first.

Running out, the desk was within reach, but Qin Yan suddenly had an alarm in his heart and suddenly stopped. When his body stopped, a strong wind shot past the tip of his nose.

"Ha ha..." Many people are laughing, and the laughter is extremely strange. They can't distinguish between men and women, old and young, and sharply pierced into the eardrums. Qin Yan was shocked and couldn't take care of the altar. He loosened his left hand holding Ye Piaoling, quickly changed the bag to his left hand, and pulled out the long sword behind him with a wave of his right wrist.

Just after finishing this action, his body suddenly trembled, and a needle-like feeling spread all over his body, and it was cold from top to bottom. At the edge of his vision, there really appeared a shadow outline blurred by the red fog. Two faint lights deeper are staring at him coldly.

Ye Piaoling screamed and leaned over and clung to his left arm.

"Ha ha, don't worry..." The strange voice echoed in my ear, which sounded a little familiar.

The figure in the thick fog approached slowly, and Qin Yan's mind was as tight as a bowstring, waiting for an arrow to be fired from the string.

The man's figure gradually became clear. Although he could not see his face clearly, he also showed a beautiful outline and looked like a woman. When she was close to the distance and her true face appeared in front of Qin Yan, Qin Yan breathed a sigh of relief unexpectedly.

It turned out to be a fairy.

However, although the abnormally deformed voice can be attributed to this ghost red fog, why did she prevent me from approaching the altar? Qin Yan was puzzled and did not completely relax his vigilance.

He looked at the beautiful face of the fairy and asked, "Have you found it?"

"I can't find it. Why did I spend this extra effort? Xin Xian's eyes swept from top to bottom on Qin Yan, and finally fell on the burden in his hand. He stared for a long time and whispered softly, "The village head gave you this thing to let you hold an exorcism ceremony? I feel that there is something strange in it. Don't open it first. Bring it over and let me have a look.

She didn't ask anything along the way. Why did she suddenly become interested in this thing now? Qin Yan asked quietly, "There is something very dangerous in it. Are you sure you want to see it?"

"Don't talk much, what can you do to me no matter how dangerous it is? Bring it here!" Xinxian stretched out his hand impatiently.

Qin Yan carefully looked at her expression and tone. The arrogant and domineering posture could not be imitated by ordinary people. He eliminated his suspicion, gently broke away from Ye Piaoling's hand, and handed it to Xinxian with a burden.

A smile appeared on Xinxian's face: "That's right..." Before she finished her words, her face suddenly changed, and an amazing murderous spirit burst out from her eyebrows, and her outstretched palm suddenly turned into sharp claws and stopped her chest.

However, her movements were not as fast as Qin Yan's calculating sword. The electric cold light scratched against the animal's claws and went straight into her heart. After the light was exhausted, a hollow sound was delayed and echoed in her eardrums, which was the last sound she heard...

Everything was speechless in an instant. Ye Piaoling behind him didn't even see Qin Yan's movements clearly. When he reacted, the opportunity of life and death had passed, and the figure of Xinxian being penetrated by sword spirit was fixed in his eyes.

"Yu, Yulang, how do you..." Ye Piao opened his mouth and said.

Qin Yan did not answer and continued to urge the internal force of his right arm, and the fierce sword spirit completely tore the body of Xin Xian. The delicate skin like a little girl did not shed any blood, and the outline of blood and flesh was like a pile of flour. It suddenly collapsed and dispersed into the blood mist, and two faint light hidden in it flew out. Qin Yan put out his sword again, and the sharp blade penetrated the two faint light, but it seemed to pierce the mirror, and there was no feeling of falling into reality at all. Two faint light swirled up and gradually disappeared into the depths of the thick fog.

Ye Piaoling opened his eyes and looked at this scene, with his little mouth half open and his face full of surprise. When Qin Yan pulled him up and took a few steps to the altar, he came to his senses and wiped his sweat with lingering heart: "It was really dangerous just now! These evil spirits can also play with tricks. Yulang, how did you recognize her?

Qin Yan didn't have time to answer. His mind was highly alert to the movement around him, tightened his whole body's nerves, and solemnly put the burden on the altar.

As soon as the burden touched the rune on the stage, a huge force gushed out of it and roughly bounced Qin Yan's arm. The calm bench seemed to suddenly brew a violent storm, which drove a wave of turbulent winds to blow away in all directions, causing the blood fog along the way to surge to both sides, making way for this invisible but powerful force.

The storm went straight up to the sky, and even the cloud in the sky was torn open. The sun cast on the table through the storm, and the seal paper covered under the thick smoke and dust suddenly emitted a bright and dazzling light, and the warm and hot power spread to all sides. The bloody fog surged violently like boiling, and Qin Yan, who was bathed in the golden light, faintly heard a painful roar, and then all the dark and dirty dirt dissipated and everything returned to tranquility.

The light on the table turned to warmth and peace, and Qin Yan's eyesight gradually recovered. He glanced around and found that the familiar scene around had been restored. The smiling pavilion by the lake was not far away, and Xinxian was standing in the pavilion, tilting his head with a little doubt and looking this way.

Qin Yan's eyes moved down and found that there was a bloody head at the feet of the fairy, with protruding fangs and sharp sharpness. It was the head of the tall zombie yesterday.

He was secretly shocked that the little girl killed an enemy with almost bronze head and iron arms in an extremely disadvantaged environment. It seemed that her hidden strength was far more than he expected!