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Chapter 556 Tranquil Origin Dao Sect (Second Change)

The smoke lingers around, blurring and distorting the appearance of the old man on the scroll.

"laugh--"

Suddenly, the candles on both sides of the incense table were extinguished, as if the wick had been pulled out directly, and the room that was originally warm was a little bit colder.

Daoist Yan Tian bowed his head and knelt down, not daring to take a breath, and the expression on his face was extremely panicked and anxious.

He knew that Qin Yang couldn't be trapped by that formation alone, and he couldn't escape further, so he could only ask his master to come out of the mountain as soon as possible, otherwise his life would be in Qin Yang's hands today.

"Bam—"

At this moment, the door of the room burst into two and flew in.

Seeing Qin Yang at the door, Daoist Yan Tian constricted his pupils, took a breath, and said in shock, "How could you break my formation so quickly!"

That formation is called 'Blood Lotus Killing Formation'. Although it is not very powerful, it will take less than half an hour for a cultivator to break it. Unexpectedly, Qin Yang only took less than 2 minutes to break it. It's too unreal.

However, he didn't know that Qin Yang himself had the magic weapon to break the formation very quickly, so it was no problem to kill the formation with a mere blood lotus.

"Shh!"

Qin Yang was expressionless, and stabbed with a long sword in his hand.

There was no way for Taoist Yan Tian to evade, with a strange cry, he took out a bottle of pink potion from his arms, poured it on his only arm, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a bloody arrow on it.

In an instant, his arms thickened several times, like Popeye.

And the fist has become comparable to basketball.

"Death to me!!"

Daoist Yantian shouted angrily, and punched Qin Yang.

"Oh!"

The mutated fist collided with the sharp sword light.

Such a powerful collision erupted in an instant with a shocking explosion, and ripples of energy swept out from the impact like a storm, and the surrounding tables, chairs or stone pillars exploded with a series of crackling sounds.

"puff--"

Daoist Yan Tian spat out a mouthful of blood, flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and finally hit the wall heavily, lying on the ground like a dead dog.

His mutated fist was torn apart, like a bloody twist.

Qin Yang walked over, and the point of the sword pierced into his eye socket, picking out an eyeball.

Cuckoo's blood gushed out from his eye sockets, looking abnormally oozing.

Qin Yang broke his hamstring again, directly pulling out a tendon.

Under the torture of severe pain, Taoist Yan Tian uttered an inhuman scream, crying bitterly: "Senior, please spare me, please spare my life, senior, I will be your cow and horse, please forgive me!" leave me..."

At this moment, he regretted and hated in his heart.

How could he, who was usually high and respected, have suffered this kind of torture, and felt as if he was in purgatory.

Qin Yang's eyes were cold, and he raised his sword and cut off his ears, and then his nose...

The screams became more and more intense. With the splash of blood, Daoist Yan Tian lost a piece of good flesh all over his body and turned into a blood man. When Qin Yang's long sword brushed his neck, the screams finally stopped abruptly, only That one eye was still staring.

Remnants of fear, unwillingness, remorse...

"Cast a good fetus in the next life."

Taking a casual glance at the corpse on the ground, Qin Yang put away his long sword, turned and left.

Not long after he left, the picture scroll on the incense case suddenly trembled, and a black vortex suddenly appeared in the picture scroll. With the rapid rotation of the vortex, two women walked out of the picture scroll with a "swish".

It turns out that this picture scroll is actually a small transfer formation leading to the border of Guwu.

These two women were ordinary in appearance, one was slightly fat and was wearing an apricot white gown, the other was slender and was wearing a purple dress. They exuded a cold aura.

After seeing the blood man lying on the ground, his expression changed.

"Senior brother!"

The woman in white rushed over, and when she saw the tragic situation of Daoist Yan Tian, ​​her scalp became numb, and a chill rose from her back.

At the same time, endless anger erupted.

And the Yew woman next to her also stared at her resentful eyes, her two pupils almost jumped out, and she said angrily, "Who did it!! You are so bold, you dare to kill even the disciples of our Youyuan Dao Sect! "

With a flash of light in her eyes, she turned her head and grabbed the door with five fingers. A shivering disciple in the courtyard was directly caught in her hands.

"Tell me, who killed you Taoist priest!"

The woman in purple asked sharply.

"No... I don't know..." The disciple's face was pale, "It's a man wearing a blood mask... His martial arts are very powerful..."

Scarlet mask?
The woman in purple frowned, and said coldly: "Who is the person your priest has been in contact with recently?"

"It seems...it seems to be Yun...the Yun family..."

"The Yun family?"

A cold chill flashed in the eyes of the woman in purple, she threw her disciple on the ground, and said to the woman in white, "Go to Yun's house!"

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"Xiaomeng, have you found the location of the third elder?"

After getting off Xihua Mountain, Qin Yang asked.

"She escaped before you came, and now she is located in a deserted cemetery five miles away." Xiaomeng said.

While speaking, a virtual arrow appeared in front of Qin Yang, pointing to his left direction.

"It runs pretty fast!"

Qin Yang snorted coldly, and swept towards the direction pointed by the arrow.

About 10 minutes later, Qin Yang appeared on the deserted cemetery that Xiaomeng had mentioned.

The cemetery is not big, about half the size of a basketball court. There are many dilapidated tombstones scattered here and there. The surrounding area is covered with weeds. The cold wind blows and rolls up the broken yellow paper on the ground, making it look desolate and cold.

"call--"

Just when Qin Yang stepped into the cemetery, a strange wind suddenly blew.

The black mist gradually hit, and soon the cemetery became invisible, and countless ghosts were vaguely floating in the sky.

"Stinky boy, I have no grievances with you, why do you insist on chasing me!!"

A faint voice came.

Qin Yang was expressionless and didn't answer. He touched his eyebrows with two fingers and opened his eyes.

"squeak--"

There was a slight grinding sound.

Qin Yang looked up and found a dead body hanging from a nearby tree.

The corpse was hung on a tree, shaking slightly, as if being blown by a dark wind.

The rope loop tightened the neck of the corpse, the facial muscles contracted downwards, and the base of the tongue in the throat stretched out of the mouth desperately, the eye sockets were stretched wide, and the round eyeballs stared absently at the ground or deeper places.

But there was a sound in her throat.

"Is the girl in your villa dead? If not, I will let the little ghosts continue to devour her soul. Jie Jie, this is what you will end up messing with me."

The third elder said quietly, with a hint of sarcasm in his words.

"I'm afraid...you have no chance."

Qin Yang took a step forward, a cold killing intent burst out in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)