Chapter 380 Shi'er 5

Yinxiu replied, "This question is actually very simple. At that time, Zhao Zhiping led me to the altar, activated the magic array with the blood of living people, and put that mask on me. The process was painful, but there was nothing to say. I stayed on the altar all night, and then it became like this.

"Where is the altar?"

Yinxiu shook his head: "After the ceremony, Zhao Zhiping completely destroyed it, and even the ruins were razed to the ground. You can't find anything."

"Do you remember what that phalanx looks like?" Qin Yan asked.

"The magic array is very complicated. I probably have a little impression, but I can't draw it."

"Has Zhao Zhiping mentioned to you the origin of that magic circle?"

"He..." As he spoke, Yinxiu suddenly frowned, and his eyes moved away from Qin Yan for the first time and floated to the depths of the distant mountains and forests behind him.

In the deep green forest, the sound of the wind seems to change the rhythm and mixes something uncoordinated.

Someone is here!

Qin Yan also felt the abnormality at the same time and hurriedly turned his head.

"Who?"

The breeze blows, and the fragrance blows the face. Everyone present thought they were sensitive, but no one could see how the white shadow suddenly appeared in sight. The light in that place suddenly twisted slightly, like ripples in the lake, the scenery blurred in an instant, and the white shadow disillusioned. When it condensed again, it was already by Qin Yan's side.

Qin Yan's face changed dramatically, and the sword in his palm was like a dragon, sweeping the man's waist. The cold sword spirit did not make the man's eyes fluctuate a little. She just waved her sleeves casually and saw a colorful cloud bursting up, completely wrapping the sword spirit, and then easily bounced away.

Qin Yan snorted and felt as if he had hit a copper wall. His strength bounced back, making his wrist numb, and he took a few steps back to remove the momentum.

And the man's footsteps did not stop at all. He passed directly from his side and rushed to Zhao Zhiping's wreckage. Countless butterflies suddenly bloomed in his snow-white clothes, like a cloud and fog, wrapping the wreckage.

What a familiar scene!

The fire of resentment ignited in his heart. Qin Yan didn't care about his injury. He took his sword and shouted harshly, "Die Shumeng, it's you again!"

The man was masked with a veil, and a white shirt floated in the cold wind. Tens of thousands of beautiful butterflies gathered and danced around him. Like a cloud of smoke, he was exactly the butterfly fairy of the Cangliu Hall.

The frost and cold sword shot at the chest of Butterfly Shumeng with a cold luster. Halfway, it was blocked by a circle of fragrant butterflies. The cold light of the ice crystal swept off only a few butterflies, and was shaken to pieces by a circle of invisible ripples and retreated awkwardly.

Gently lowered his sleeves, and Die Shumeng sighed faintly: "Now you are not my opponent, you'd better take care of yourself. I'm bound to get this mask."

Qin Yan stabilized his body and stared at her, almost spewing fire in his eyes: "This is the second time!"

"Sorry, this should be the last time." Die Shumeng's tone was unusually gentle.

While talking, the butterfly smoke cloud wrapped around Zhao Zhiping behind her gradually came back, revealing her vicious and ferocious face. As for the silver ghost face, it goes without saying that it must have been included in her bag.

Die Shumeng turned his face, glanced at Yinxiu on the high slope, and said jokingly, "Aren't you afraid of leaving such a remnant that it will cause disaster in the future?"

Yinxiu was swept by her eyes and suddenly felt cold all over her body, as if it were a frog stared at by a poisonous snake, emitting a chill from the inside out. This woman brought her a sense of fear like a natural enemy, as if the blood in her body was about to freeze...

Fortunately, Die Shumeng's eyes did not stay with her for a long time, and soon moved back to the silent Qin Yan's face and smiled, "Because she is a woman, she is reluctant to do it? What a gentle person, such a cute little brother, people can't help but want to kiss your face..."

Qin Yan said coldly, "You can have a try."

"Ha! A wistful child can't stand to be funny!" Die Shumeng turned around with a smile, and waved his white shirt and arms. If the immortal was empty, he said hello to your brother Huang for me." The last words are still coiled in place, and the white figure has drifted slowly like light smoke.

There is no trace of fragrance, and there is nowhere to be found.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

'It's worthy of being a legendary character, and the sense of oppression is really so powerful that people can hardly breathe.' Fang Qiuyao thought in his heart and couldn't help looking back at Liu Wanyun, but his face didn't seem to look good.

'It's also the seven fairies of martial arts, and the gap between the two seems to be a little big...'

Anyway, he will always remember this day. Whether it is the terrible experience of falling from a nightmare to a nightmare or the precious memory of fighting side by side with Han Yulang, it is a mark that he can't get rid of in his life.

Xin Xian stood behind Liu Wanyun's side, his eyes drooped, his face did not have a consistent sweet smile, and his expressionless appearance, as if he was meditating.

Her heart is far less calm than on the surface. The arrival of Die Shumeng brought her a great shock.

She thought that the so-called seven fairies and eight princes in martial arts were just tricks of good people, and most of them were vain people and were not worth anything. However, the posture of Die Shumeng made her clearly realize for the first time that there were such people in the world who were completely above her in all aspects.

Her strength, her martial arts skills, her demeanor, her beauty... Xiao Luoyan, Xiao Luoyan, you probably can't imagine that there are such people in the world. If you see her posture with your own eyes, I don't know if you can sleep under the nine springs?

If Haochen had met Die Shumeng first, would there still be your place beside him?

"Ha ha..." Xin Xian lowered his head and suddenly let out a malicious laugh. She laughed at Xiao Luoyan and used sharp and mean words to ridicule the dead woman, but her heart also hurt together, hurting into the bone marrow and the depths of her soul...

Everyone is full of things.

Ye Yingru is also guessing the origin of Qin Yan. After seeing his swordsmanship to kill Zhao Zhiping, she never believed that a man with such martial arts would be an unknown person. Wanyun refused to tell himself, was it because of his identity that there were many inconveniences? Why did he know Die Shumeng? What sect in the world will have a powerful brother surnamed Huang...

Qin Yan raised his head and found that Yinxiu was still standing on the high slope, motionless.

"You haven't left yet?"

Yingxiu's eyes were a little confused and quickly restrained, and Zhan Yan smiled: "After today's farewell, maybe when it will be difficult to meet again, I want to say goodbye to you. In this way, even if you die tomorrow, there will be no regret!"

Qin Yan was stunned, then nodded, raised his fist, and said loudly, "Miss Yinxiu, the green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. We will see you later!"

Yinxiu smiled and arched her hand like a man: "Take care!" After a pause, he said, "Remember my full name. My surname is Ann and my name is An Yinxiu." She took a deep look at Qin Yan, then turned around and sank from the hillside.

At this time, the two people who were confused and depressed did not know that this would certainly not be the last look.