Reborn Killer Supreme

Chapter 672 Meeting Yin Zhiyao Again

Shangguan Xiaoyao stood alone on the top of the mountain, his mind kept echoing the meaning of what the Nether Lord said just now.

"Yin Zhiyao..." Shangguan Xiaoyao said the name silently, and couldn't help but worry about it.

Now it's no longer a gust of wind, the whistling like a knife blows the whole world in front of Shangguan Xiaoyao's eyes, the branches are constantly broken, the young trees are uprooted, and disappear with the low bushes skyrim.

"What happened and why?" Shangguan Xiaoyao squinted his eyes and looked at the branches and grass leaves that were constantly being rolled up into the sky, and his state of mind entered a state of almost emptiness.

Feng Bamian, who was about to speak, vaguely sensed Shangguan Xiaoyao's aura around him, so he didn't dare to make a sound.

Shangguan Xiaoyao remembered the piano sound that Yin Zhiyao once played for him, and unknowingly reverberated in his hands according to the piano score with Yuanli.

On the top of the mountain that Shangguan Xiaoyao didn't notice, a series of images were slowly engraved on the ground with Shangguan Xiaoyao's hand playing, followed by a surge of energy.

The sound of the zither floated in the sky without the strings, but Shangguan Xiaoyao did not hear the fairy music without strings he played himself, his fingers were still naturally absorbing the energy of the surrounding space in the form of silk threads on the ground. Draw blue-gray stone powder on the ground.

Just at this time, the wind howled, and round after round of circles around a handsome young man in green shirt and white clothes emerged as stone carvings.

Another ethereal fairy sound emerged from Shangguan Xiaoyao's fingers almost in a physical state, and the scraped bushes piled up like waves.

At this moment, Feng Bamian sneezed abruptly from the forehead, and Shangguan Xiaoyao stopped playing after being disturbed.

"Damn it, Xiao Yao, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" Feng Bamian's voice came from the forehead, and he kept apologizing to Shangguan Xiaoyao.

"What did I do?" Shangguan Xiaoyao was still ignorant of what he had done, and remained in a state of stalemate. "Feng Bamian, why are you apologizing to me?"

"Hmm...wait for me." Feng Bamian's voice stopped abruptly, and Shangguan Xiaoyao was still unconsciously playing the strings.

"What are my hands doing?" Shangguan Xiaoyao finally noticed what his hands were playing subconsciously, and followed his hands to see the deep lines on the stone floor directly below.

He then bent down and stroked the lines on the ground, Shangguan Xiaoyao, who seemed to have realized something, flew into the sky and looked down at the huge circular symbol on the ground.

"Yin Zhiyao, what are you trying to convey to me?" Shangguan Xiaoyao scanned the stripes on the ground one by one, they were round and full of tenacity and sharpness, like a knife carving or a sword carving.

"This symbol...where have I seen it? This is the symbol on the plaque of the Accord in the mountain that Yin Zhiyao told me about!" Shangguan Xiaoyao flew to the heights at high speed until the entire circular formation was engraved in his eyes and became a walnut up to size.

"That's right, it's there." The confident Shangguan Xiaoyao firmly engraved the circular formation in his mind, and flew down the mountain again. "Yin Zhiyao, are you there!"

When Shangguan Xiaoyao arrived at the Yage Pavilion in the mountains from the top of the mountain, half of the sky was already covered with twinkling stars.

However, not only was the door of the Yage in the mountain closed, but there was also an atmosphere that made Shangguan Xiaoyao feel very uncomfortable, and Shangguan Xiaoyao couldn't help taking a few steps back.

"This attic is weird. It seems that we can't just go in like this." Shangguan Xiaoyao walked around the attic, and found that there were no strange signs of erosion caused by the blockade of the Nether Lord, and it was still in the Tianyin Holy Land. the state of the person.

Shangguan Xiaoyao saw the style of the Accord. The third floor was open, with only pillars and no windows, and there was a back-shaped cavity on the roof.

"It seems that there is no problem here. If you sneak in carefully, you won't trigger any mechanism." Shangguan Xiaoyao jumped up to the roof of the third floor, hanging upside down to see the usual layout and appearance inside the third floor. It's the same as ordinary teahouses and restaurants.

Jun Tianlu groaned dully as he stepped on the wooden floor, Shangguan Xiaoyao paced towards the stairs.

"Why is the interior of this attic so dark?" After walking down the stairs, Shangguan Xiaoyao found that the interior was almost airtight, so he had no choice but to pull out the folding fan at his waist, and flicked a ball of fire in his hand. "If the hint given by Yin Zhiyao is correct, then she is here."

As soon as Shangguan Xiaoyao's seventh step landed, the darkness in the corridor was no longer dark, and clusters of dazzling candlelight lit up on the walls on both sides of the corridor.

Then Shangguan Xiaoyao was startled into a cold sweat, he realized that he was not in the attic, and the floor under his feet was not a wooden floor.

A bone-chilling chilly wind was blowing head-on, and there were occasional squeaks of mice in the corridor covered with bricks and stones. The cold sweat sticking to Shangguan Xiaoyao's back made him feel very uncomfortable, but when he looked back, he found that The road when we came was already a stone wall, so we could only bite the bullet and keep going.

In the empty corridor, only the sound of Shangguan Xiaoyao's Juntian boots echoed in the corridor, and from time to time a gust of wind blew in front of him, causing the flame on the folding fan to shake.

"This wind is not normal, the fire in the furnace can be blown." Shangguan Xiaoyao felt the strangeness on the folding fan, and couldn't help but glance at the empty dark corridor in front of him in surprise. "Where is this place, and where did Yin Zhiyao go?"

The further you go, the more lonely the surrounding environment is, even the fire in the furnace that could have illuminated all the places in front of Shangguan Xiaoyao's eyes can only let Shangguan Xiaoyao see clearly a small area in front of him.

A ball of fire, a pair of heavenly shoes, and a green shirt and white robe, Shangguan Xiaoyao walked alone in this green brick corridor with stone walls, and he didn't know if it was a hundred years after a while, and he didn't have the slightest intention to stop.

Now the fire in the furnace can only illuminate a few inches in front of him. The severe cold made Shangguan Xiaoyao shake his hands, took out a thick suede robe from his ring and put it on his body. walking forward.

"Yin Zhiyao..." Shangguan Xiaoyao's eyebrows were covered with frost, his pale face was trembling unconsciously, the folding fan was no longer held high above his head, but was still hugged by his curled arms in front of his chest.

His feet were not as imposing as they were at the beginning, and he could only drag and rub on the ground.

However, Shangguan Xiaoyao still did not stop, and the sound of footsteps echoing in the corridor never stopped or stopped.

"Enough." At this time, an old female voice came from the corridor, echoing continuously on the empty wall, shaking off a lot of floating dirt. "Master Xiao Yao is really courageous."

As the old voice fell, the cold wind in the corridor no longer blows head-on, and Shangguan Xiaoyao suddenly felt a burst of relief.

"Why do I feel timid about this kind of cold wind?" Shangguan Xiaoyao trembled all over at this moment, as if waking up from a nightmare, he straightened his back, and the lifelessness in his eyes gradually faded away.

Shangguan Xiaoyao opened his eyes again and found that the originally long and dark corridor had disappeared, and he was still standing in the corridor on the second floor of the Accord, holding a folding fan in his hand, and the stove above was burning brightly.

Shangguan Xiaoyao couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. With the illusion that his soul state was unaware, if someone sneaked up on him in reality, he might have died by now.

Shangguan Xiaoyao, who was thinking about returning the book just now, was startled back to reality by the creak of the wooden ladder going upstairs, and the flame on the folding fan immediately turned into a slender sword.

The figure at the corner of the corridor gradually appeared in front of Shangguan Xiaoyao, the fluttering satin was none other than Yin Zhiyao whom he had been thinking about day and night.

"Zhiyao!" The three-foot fiery sword in his hand scattered, Shangguan Xiaoyao casually threw the folding fan into the ring and was about to step forward and throw Yin Zhiyao into his arms.

"Xiao Yao, it's not suitable here." Yin Zhiyao smiled and manipulated the ribbon, and the ribbon immediately pressed against Shangguan Xiaoyao's chest like an iron plate, making Shangguan Xiaoyao unable to get any closer.

"Follow me." Yin Zhiyao disappeared from the corner of the corridor again, and the sound of her footsteps reappeared on the wooden ladder.

Shangguan Xiaoyao smelled Yin Zhiyao's body fragrance, followed the trace left by her clothes and stepped on the wooden ladder, the candlelight on the wall on the second floor disappeared again.

When Shangguan Xiaoyao stepped on the ground of the first floor, the scenery in front of him changed again, and he found that he was in the square where many talents gathered at the Tianyin event.

"This is..." Shangguan Xiaoyao became a little confused when he saw this familiar and empty square, and found that there was no trace of erosion by the Nether Lord.

"Sacred Land of Tianyin." Yin Zhiyao turned around and explained.

Shangguan Xiaoyao was only a few feet away from the beauty, and Yin Zhiyao could see the slightly confused eyes.

"I understand your confusion. The Nether Lord took advantage of my vain attempt to directly raid the Holy Land when I, the elder of the Holy Land, was preparing to support Daxia. He was noticed by the Tianyin Holy Lord at the most critical moment of his plan, and used the essence of the spirit tree to create a The false but real decoy illusion covers the real Tianyin Holy Land, which makes the plan of the Nether Lord fail." Yin Zhiyao took Shangguan Xiaoyao's hand, found a place to sit down, and began to explain to Shangguan Xiaoyao stand up. "But we underestimated the strength of the Nether Lord too much. He realized that his attack had only hit a false bait and then turned the bait over. The Tianyin Holy Land is currently blocked by it."

After listening to Yin Zhiyao's explanation, Shangguan Xiaoyao couldn't help feeling worried. If the Tianyin Holy Land was oppressed by this blockade for a long time, it was hard to guarantee that it would not be broken by the Nether Lord one day.

"Do you have any countermeasures?" Shangguan Xiaoyao asked Yin Zhiyao, frowning. "What did His Holiness Tianyin say, do you have any plans?"

(End of this chapter)