Chapter 150 Mark

Although he had already guessed Yu Hanyan's identity, Qin Yan was still shocked when the fact was told by the blood wolf monk himself.

The real identity of the first disciple of Jiulongfeng's teaching is actually a chess piece laid by the mother-in-law! I'm afraid no one knows such shocking news except the three people here!

However, this shock soon turned into a concern about his future fate. No matter how shocking Yu Hanyan's identity is, it is no more alarming than the current crisis. Qin Yan absolutely does not want to become someone else's puppet. Such a fate is simply more uncomfortable than death! However, at present, each of the two people has the strength far above him, and even if he gives the secret, there is no possibility of escape. The only thing I can hope for is the thirteen delusions of the Golden Lotus Sutra...

"Yan'er, you don't need to be nervous. This process doesn't hurt at all and won't cause you any harm."

The blood wolf monk said and suddenly rose from the ice jade seat, and suddenly a cold and fierce force rushed to Qin Yan with his movements. Qin Yan stopped breathing and couldn't help taking a step back. The black fog all over his body also felt a strange danger and turned into a tentacle. However, the blood wolf monk raised his hand and pointed casually. The black fog seemed to have encountered a natural enemy and hurriedly retreated into Qin Yan's body, shrinking and never daring to appear again.

The dark breath from the Wusheng Pavilion is of the same origin as the bloody fierce spirit of the blood wolf monk, but it is really far from the quality and quantity.

"Close your eyes and relax your body." The blood wolf monk said lightly and came further to Qin Yan, with a palm in the middle of his chest, and a fierce force poured into his body.

Qin Yan closed his eyes, but under the pressure of that extremely fierce breath, he did not dare to relax at all. He felt that the blood in his body was completely suppressed by the power of the blood wolf monk, and he did not dare to show his head in his life. The power of Mrs. Yan behind him took this opportunity to penetrate in, a trace like the Internet, and finally gathered in his heart and condensed into a small humanoid mark.

In the process, he had no resistance and could only watch the changes of his body indifferently like a bystander. Is this the legendary thing that can dominate your life and death? However, in the position of the heart, it may not have much binding effect on herself. Hasn't Grandma Yan noticed that I no longer has a heart?

Grandma Yan's power receded like a tide, and the blood wolf monk also withdrew his palm, and the pressure on Qin Yan suddenly disappeared. The almost coagulated blood resumed its flow again. Qin Yan took a long breath of relief, but immediately felt that when he relaxed, the mark was gradually connected to his meridians and vitality, and integrated into his bloodline with each breath, as if to replace the heart and serve as the source of strength of the whole body.

It's not good! When this mark becomes the "heart", won't my young master's life become your bag?

Aware of this, Qin Yan immediately slowed down his breathing and controlled the speed of his blood flow to a reduced point. In front of the two masters, he did not dare to make any tentative moves on the imprint, and could only delay the speed of the imprint's integration into the bloodline in a way that weakened his vitality.

The blood wolf monk sat back on the ice jade seat, observed him coldly for a long time, and suddenly said, "Try to practice luck."

"Yes." Qin Yan did not dare to hesitate at all. He immediately closed his eyes and entered the state of internal vision, trying to stimulate the mark. As he condensed his luck, a pure spiritual power gushed out of the mark, like a strong wind passing through the sky and running in his body for a week in a blink of an eye. The long-dried meridians were moistened, and suddenly there was an extremely comfortable feeling.

The blood wolf monk is right, and this mark is really beneficial to practice. If you continue to practice according to this, the spiritual power of the imperial art that has been exhausted by the use of life secrets can be quickly restored and even improved...

Before every fatal trap, there is a mouth-watering **. Especially in practice, the comfortable feeling of this abundant spiritual power injection makes people deeply immersed in it and can't extricate themselves.

Qin Yan felt a chill in the bottom of his heart and forcibly stopped practicing, wrapping the new spiritual power with blood to inhibit its operation in the body.

He is a person with a mental cleanliness fetish, especially in practice. In his heart, he is disgusted with the "shortcuts" obtained by relying on elixir, passing ongong and so on. If you don't cultivate it yourself, it won't be your own after all. What's more, this power from the imprint will become a tool for others to threaten themselves. He is very sober and will never do anything to regret because of the short pleasure in front of him!

However, when he opened his eyes and met the eyes of the blood wolf monk, he had an ecstatic expression: "Master, this mark is really useful!"

The blood wolf monk smiled and waved his hand: "For this mark, your Uncle Yan has spent a lot of effort. You should thank her."

Qin Yan turned around and saluted Mrs. Yan deeply: "Thank you, Uncle Yan, for your help!" He tried his best to control his emotions with his soul will to avoid revealing flaws.

At this time, Grandma Yan's face was slightly pale, showing a little tiredness. She waved her hand and said, "Little guy, don't be happy too early. You will understand the use of this mark in the future."

Qin Yan actually understood the metaphor in her words, but he could only pretend to be ignorant and asked, "Is there any other use?"

Grandma Yan smiled and wanted to say more, but at this time, she heard the blood wolf monk snorted coldly, interrupted her words and said in a low voice, "Yan'er, you go back to experience the benefits of the mark first. I have something to talk to your Uncle Yan alone."

"Yes!" Qin Yan saluted, turned around and slowly walked down the stairs and walked out of the ghost hall.

As soon as he went out, he felt separated from the gaze of the blood wolf monk. He suddenly felt as if he had unloaded a high mountain, and his whole body was much more relaxed.

Under the doubtful gaze of the guards outside the hall, he sat down, closed his eyes, wrapped the new spiritual power in his body with blood, and scattered out of the body little by little. It was not until he confirmed that there was no trace of trace in his body that he got up again, wrapped the mark of his heart with blood, meditated on the Golden Lotus Sutra in his heart, suppressed his breathing blood all the way, and walked towards the way in a trance.

As the power of the Golden Lotus Sutra gradually plays a role, a layer of blood gas condenses into a cage around the imprint, completely isolating the connection between the imprint and bloodlines and meridians. After that, Qin Yan began to clean up the remaining traces in his blood and completely cleared the marks out of the body with the will of the soul.

After that, he breathed a sigh of relief, was able to breathe heavily, relaxed the suppression of blood, and finally was able to walk.