Chapter 269 Departure

Two days later, Qin Yan and Wei Fei followed a somewhat rickety old man in gray and got into a carriage driving outside the gate.

The carriage carried six boxes of silver tickets, set out from Longyue Cliff, bumped along the rugged road to the bottom of the mountain, and entered the blue valley with gusts of wind.

The old man in gray sat in the seat of the driver and shook the whip at will. Those ghosts that jumped out of the skeleton pile from time were often beaten into a piece of bone powder by the fierce cyan spirit before they could make a harsh whistle. And the majestic black horse that struggled to drag the carriage forward was not ordinary. Its horseshoe gently stepped on the sandstone bone pile, and occasionally there was a broken sound from the ground, which was the sound of the ghost claws that had not been crushed from the soil.

However, Qin Yan in the carriage has not noticed these peculiarities. He lay quietly, recalling Yue Ling's hug when he left, and... Gong Yunxiu's unexpected kiss.

This time down the mountain, the prosperity of the secular world is desirable, but when it comes to parting, you can't help but feel sad.

Life is a tune intertwined with countless encounters and separations. Wise people can understand the true meaning, but Qin Yan only recognizes his weakness again and again.

He raised the curtain and looked out of the window. Outside was a narrow and long valley, and the cliffs on both sides were steep and rocky. Countless green or red dim light spots are scattered in the sand and gravel piles, and the wind roars quietly, setting off pieces of sand and dust.

The carriage rumbled forward, and countless bones under the wheels were broken, making a creaking crisp sound.

The long and horrible valley, winding eastward, is absolutely not beautiful. Qin Yan put down the curtains and became more depressed.

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

Wei Fei has been with Qin Yan for so long and knows that his temperament is not as formal as when he first met him. He smiled and said, "My task is quite simple. It is to be a killer under Brother Qin and reach the high level of Grade B within three months, even if the goal is achieved."

Qin Yan nodded and remembered the advice of the blood wolf monk when he left. His heart was slightly aered, and he finally waved a little sadness when he left. Brother Wei's mission goal is very clear, but what about my young master's? According to your own ideas, maintain the balance between the two schools of good and evil, and kill their power little by little..." What does it mean? The scope of the goal is also in space. Maybe this is also a test for me?

However, such an empty command also has a benefit, at least you don't have to match those people in the right path for the time being. Now that the evil faction is fierce, I will first use a few famous people to kill their prestige and give some morale to those righteous people.

Thinking of this, he asked again, "Brother Wei, listen to what you mean, you have to start with your own killer at the bottom. You may have to kill more than 20 well-known masters to upgrade to level B. However, when we first arrived, there must be a lot of trouble. You don't have to worry about having nothing to do. Let me ask first, do you want to kill decent hypocrites or those evil villains?

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

"That's good. I heard that the evil school has been more powerful recently, so let's try the knife with it!"

The carriage runs forward at a constant speed. Although it is often bumpy, it is quite stable in this place.

They set out from Longyue Cliff at noon. After most of the day and all night, they finally left the gloomy passage and bathed in the sunshine in the mountains and forests.

After jumping out of the ferocious skull thorn door, Qin Yan couldn't help looking back from the window and wrote seven big words in a living blood book on the towering huge stone tablet - "Biluo Valley, strangers stop!" It exudes coldness and is shocking. Even with his cultivation that is now close to the realm of Tianyuan, he can't help but feel a chill from his back.

Those seven words must be written by a murderous and peerless strong man, who can still deter all sentient beings after so many years.

The higher Qin Yan's cultivation, the more extensive he has, the more he feels that the road ahead is long and the road is difficult to find.

Out of the boundary of the Basa Gate, there is a rare wilderness in front of it. The mountain road is bumpy, and the carriage is more bumpy than in the Green Valley. The two walls of the carriage shake, and it seems that it may fall off at any time. But the old man in gray driving vigorously waved the horse whip and drove the horse pulling the car forward at a faster speed, regardless of the feelings of the two people in the carriage. Of course, with Qin Yan's cultivation and body method, it's not a big deal to lie down or lie down in a soft chair, but I just feel uncomfortable.

One day and one night, the majestic dark horse gradually showed fatigue. It spewed a heavy gasp from its nostrils, emitting a sulfur-like smell, lingering around the carriage, and the demon's bloodline was undoubtedly revealed.

"Kka!" A curtain was hooked by the sharp stone protruding beside the cliff, and then it was torn apart. At this time, the car was devastated. Fortunately, after crossing this narrow road, the carriage finally did not fall off, otherwise Qin Yan would have to carry the six boxes under his feet.

The view ahead is gradually widening, the road is widening, and you can gradually see several sparse households, igniting the smoke of cooking at dusk.

"Father!" The old man in gray suddenly said, "In more than ten miles, we will arrive at the post of the Holy Gate, where we will rest for one night. Please put on the 'silver ghost face'. The face of the spider guide is not what the subordinates of the post can see.

Qin Yan answered, bent down and opened a box under his feet, and suddenly a cloudy silver-gray halo spread out, coating the whole carriage with a layer of dead gray color. Qin Yan settled down, put his hands into it, and picked up a thin mask. That is the source of the silver-gray halo, and the extremely strong smell of death emanates from it, making people feel like they are in a deserted forest cemetery at midnight. Wei Fei, who was beside him, only felt creepy and quickly shrank into the most 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 disk and mobilize the huge killing machine.

The mask is exquisite and meticulous, engraved with ancient and strange words along the edges, which is chilling and fing. Qin Yan looked intently, as if he heard the sound of fighting from the flood and famine era. The bloody storm came to his face, which made the fire of his soul crumble...

He quickly stabilized his mind and looked away, feeling better.

With such a powerful mind, wouldn't ordinary people suffer at a glance?

After wearing a silver ghost face, people will not be able to look directly at it, which is the source of authority!