Chapter 211 Taoist Friends

Qin Yanzha roared, and the strong impact ripples immediately dispersed the black fog. He stared at the "Yuhan Smoke" in front of him, and a ferocious smile appeared on his handsome face. The hand that pierced the woman's chest retracted a few inches, rotated a few times in her body, and then pulled it violently to pull out a bloody heart!

Yu Hanyan let out a scream, and his vitality was cut off. He fell on the mountain road and rolled down the steep slope.

Qin Yan didn't look at her body and took her heart in front of him. He clenched his five fingers fiercely and only heard a crackling sound, like the sound of a broken water bag. Fresh blood splashed out, spilling all over his face.

He threw away the residue of his heart, put out his tongue and licked the blood flowing on his lips. He looked at the familiar faces in front of him, such as "Lin Muyao", "Muchengxue", "Wei Fei" and "Gong Yunxiu". His face were muscles**, and his mouth made almost crazy laughter.

When I was practicing the sword, I was struggling to see if I could do it in the face of Yu Hanyan's illusion. Now, with the help of the illusion array, before I hesitate, I have been forced to prove my determination...

Okay, that's really great!

Haha, if I, such a ruthless and ruthless person like me, can't prove success, it's really eyeless!

Since even Yu Hanyan has been killed, can the lady in front of me, Miss Mu, still make me soft?

"Haha, happy! It's really happy!" Qin Yan laughed and rushed into the crowd, like a demon crawling out of hell. His palm turned into a life-threatening blade, waving out a large blood rain, and turning the frightened people into pieces of flesh and blood.

In my heart, it seems that something has been lost, and at the same time, it seems that some prohibition has been lifted. That is the mouth of the abyss of terror, and the source of sin, even if it is just a little ethereal smell, is enough to suffocate.

Qin Yan stood among the pieces of flesh and blood, staring at his hands stained with blood, and couldn't recover from the horrible dream in front of him for a long time.

It turns out that the most terrible illusion is not the emptiness of life and death, but the fear and despair after tearing your heart and licking blood with your own hands.

If such a scene comes a few more times without the enemy's action, I will fall into madness...

Just as Qin Yan was stunned, the scene around him suddenly began to collapse, the earth rumbled and trembled, the mountains broke from it, huge rocks rolled down, and a wild dragon-like yellow-brown smoke rolled over and wrapped him in it. In the smoke, it seemed that countless hands pulled his body and limbs, which were about to tear him alive and wrapped him and fell straight down, as if they were going to fall into the dark abyss.

Qin Yan's mind had just been greatly shocked. After a moment, he was awakened by the great pain from all over his body. Seeing the nightmare-like scene around him, his anger surged up, and he opened his mouth and roared: "Get out--"

The strong blood force immediately dispersed the thick smoke, and the golden light burst, shaking the surrounding space like water waves. Seeing this scene, Qin Yan tried his best to release his strength. The majestic blood gathered into a huge golden lotus flower that was more than ten feet high. Thousands of petals bloomed with his surging heart. Each petal contained the power of demon relief. The flames were built into a seven-layer floating tower. Seeing that this space could no longer accommodate such a strong Several cobweb-like cracks appeared in the void, which were broken by Qin Yansheng in a glass-like crisp sound.

Like a picture scroll torn into pieces, countless dazzling colors poured in from all directions and quickly constructed into another scene.

This is a very wide square. Sixty-three fire platforms are distributed around in a mysterious array. In front of them stands a huge statue of an unknown god several feet high. A figure in a red robe stands on the palm of the god's hand, with high-crowned ancient clothes, long sleeves, carrying the ancient desolate of the gods. The breath is like being bathed in flames, which makes people want to worship.

At the edge of the square, many translucent figures were worshipping the statue. They sang in unison, using extremely ancient spells. The ethereal tone spread like smoke, becoming more and more loud, as if singing in Qin Yan's ears. The stars twinkle in the sky, covering a layer of brilliance for the statue. The scenery in the square gradually becomes hazy and not real, like a reflection in the water. Circles of ripples in the air, swinging through everyone's heart. If the vastness comes from the call of ancient times, it is eager to pull out Qin Yan's soul.

Under this invisible shock, Qin Yan finally couldn't hold back his injury, shook his body, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Since the fifth heavy of his blood, he has been very precise and closely grasping his own blood. Even if he is traumatized, there will be no congestion. It is really the first time he has been forced to vomit blood. Just because his heart had just suffered a major blow, under the impetuousness of his heart and blood, he hurriedly mobilized his whole body to forcibly tear open the fantasy space. Before he came back in one breath, he was cursed by this nameless god with the divine power he did not know at all. For a moment, he felt that his heart and blood was out of control, so that he vomited blood.

He took a deep breath, waved his right hand down, palm to the ground, and opened his five fingers. He saw the sound of cracking from the ground. A long stone slab suddenly bulged, and the gravel continued to fall off halfway. When he jumped into Qin Yan's hand, it had formed the shape of a sword.

He raised his head and stared at the red-robed Taoist in the palm of the statue, just as the Taoist was also looking at him. After their eyes were intertwined and silent, the Taoist said, "This Taoist friend, you are the fastest to break through the 'world of Bliss' among all the people you have seen in poverty! Taoist friends' cultivation is so extraordinary, why don't it be better to stay and understand the fire god road together with the poor Taoism?

Qin Yan's eyes shrank, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked, "I don't know your name. Is Taoist friend the main team of this array?"

The Taoist made a bow and said, "Poor Taoism is an elf generated by the flame aura here. After practicing for a hundred years, he calls himself 'Equatorial Man'. He is willing to make a good relationship with Taoist friends, but he doesn't know what to call him?"

What a "good relationship"! Let me kill my favorite person with my own hands and make a good relationship with me!

Qin Yan opened the corners of his mouth and smiled, "My name is Dugusheng. It's really a rare happy event to meet a Taoist friend today..."

The equatorial man said happily, "Dugu Taoist friend agree?"

Qin Yan raised his wrist, stepped a few feet away, and said, "The Liuyang leader of my Taoist friend is predestined with me. It's better to borrow me to help me achieve good deeds, which is also a merit--" The last word shouted. He was already under the statue, and the long sword in his palm shined coldly, shooting into the air like the moon and the sun. The equatorial people.