Chapter 270 Cen Guanling 1

If you wear this mask, will it cause any bad consequences for yourself?

Does the strange temperament of the blood wolf monk also have the reason for the "silver ghost face"?

That's all. If it's my turn, I can't escape.

Qin Yan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, held his breath, and put his hands up the mask on his face. A cold feeling penetrated the skin, and the power of death mixed into the pulse of aura. After a brief discomfort, he opened his eyes again and felt that there was not much change, but there was a faint layer of light gray in his vision.

He turned his head to Wei Fei in the corner and immediately noticed the difference from the past. His eyes penetrated Wei Fei's skin and saw a burning flame. Is that... Wei Fei's soul?

When Wei Fei looked at him, he only felt a sense of trembling all over his body. He suffocated, and then he felt nausea and chest tightness and wanted to vomit. He screamed strangely and lowered his head in a hurry. Qin Yan also quickly looked away and turned to look forward.

A thin wooden wall can't separate the power of the silver ghost face, and the soul of the old man in gray is also displayed in front of Qin Yan. It is a cyan flame. It is not as hot and vigorous as Wei Fei, but the color seems to be stronger, symbolizing that his cultivation is higher than Wei Fei.

Before the twilight came completely, the three came to the post station - several dilapidated houses. A group of plainly dressed farmers enthusiastically welcomed them in and entered the dark world on the other side, which was where they rested tonight.

The next day, the three changed a carriage and continued on the road to the Central Plains. The black horse chosen by the old man is really extraordinary. Once he stepped on the flat and spacious road, he ran with wind. Even if he pulled the carriage, the speed was not slow at all. In most of the day, he ran more than 500 miles and entered the area near the Central Plains.

At dusk, the carriage came to the next post station, which was a small village surrounded by mountains and rivers. However, just as it approached the periphery of the village, the driving horse suddenly stopped and refused to take another step forward even if the old man in gray was beaten.

Wei Fei asked doubtfully, "Senior Hua, what's wrong?"

The old man in gray looked calm and stopped beating the horse. He raised his head and stared at the village in front of him and said in a low voice, "It's strange."

At this time, Qin Yan, who had been meditating and practicing, also opened his eyes, frowned and whispered, "It smells of blood. Many people died in front of him."

It is common for disciples of the devil to kill and set fire, so as not to be frightened by the dead. However, the heavy tone of the two still covered Wei Fei's heart with a haze. He raised the curtain and looked around the barren mountains and ** soil. The strong wind blew over the endless barren mountains and rolled up a large area of sand.

The sun is about to fall, and the afterglow is like blood. The red glow stained the hills and mixed with the hidden blood light from the village in front of them. What a scene of killing!

Is it that someone knew their whereabouts and set a trap here? Or is it just a mistake and happen to encounter the robber's robbery?

With the skills of these three people, even if a big master comes, they are confident that they can break out. But somehow, at this moment, an ominous feeling suddenly appeared in the hearts of the three people at the same time.

"What is this place?" Qin Yan spoke slowly. His voice became particularly strange through the disguise of the mask, echoing in the carriage, revealing a strange coldness.

"Cen Guanling." The old man in gray sounded in a hoarse voice. At this moment, if he still can't feel the strong murderous intention in the deadness in the village in front of him, even if he has been fooled for so many years, "Son, wait here, I'll go and have a look."

"Wait, together--" Qin Yan didn't finish his words, but the old man rushed out and quickly entered the dead village.

The old man is very impatient. One of his favorite apprentices was in this post, and he was eager to know the situation in the village. Moreover, with his cultivation, he is confident that he can retreat completely even if there is something wrong.

However, when he rushed into the village, broke through the invisible film, and saw the scene of corpses everywhere in the village, his heart completely cooled down. The old man saw his apprentice. As the strongest master in the post station, he also received the most special treatment. The frozen look of resentment and horror on the head made the old man feel a convulsion from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, countless figures jumped out from all directions and sealed his retreat to death. Each of them has the strength to shock the old man...

Qin Yan's eyelids jumped suddenly. In his vision, the cyan flame symbolizing the old man's soul soared to the limit, burning, and then dying at a faster speed. In the blink of an eye, it was burned out and completely integrated into the dead air of the village.

Only a sad hiss, mixed with the cold wind of winter twilight, blew over the carriage: "Sir, go quickly--

The roar was cut off and stopped abruptly. The old man is dead.

As a middle-level master, he has decades of experience of licking blood with a knife. Even if the old man meets several high-level enemies, he should be able to escape, but he has not even lasted for a breath. This seems to show that there is at least one Tianyuan-level master among the enemies in front of us!

Qin Yan lifted the curtain, got out of the carriage and stared at it.

It may be too late to escape at this time, but if there is only one Tianyuan master, Qin Yan is confident that he can fight with him. However, what is very strange is that he can't feel the enemy's breath at all, and he can't see the other's soul flame through the silver ghost face.

The quiet village is like a giant beast, and the blood light flowing above is as thick as substance. It seems that this dusk killing can't be avoided...

Qin Yan took a gentle breath, and before the dangerous life-and-death war, his mood was extremely calm. He touched the sword around his waist, and a warm feeling came from the iron-scarved wooden sword handle carved with exquisite patterns. The demon sword "Ye Shangqiu Lu" given by the blood wolf monk gave him strong confidence.

Wei Fei walked to him and asked in a low voice, "Brother Qin, what should I do?" He is not as good as Qin Yan, and he doesn't know the death of the old man, let alone what danger they are about to face.

Qin Yan turned his head and looked at him and said, "You go first. I'll stop them."

"No! I can't--

"Don't waste time!" Qin Yan interrupted him, "There are still 50,000 silver tickets in the car. You can take them all back. I can go alone!"

"All right!" Wei Fei was about to turn his head when he suddenly trembled and showed an extremely shocked expression. Qin Yan also turned his head and looked at it with some sensitivity, and his pupils suddenly tightened.