The murderer, Jiangxi Yiyan

Yi Yan has been struggling with something since he came back. He wanted to leave. This idea became more serious every hour, but he knew clearly in his heart that there were still many things he had not done.

For example, the cause of his father's death, and who he met over the years, and where he learned the method of practice. This is what he really wants to know.

There are also the Gu insects in his body. Although Zhao Yu had not used this Gu to threaten him, this Gu had already caused trouble to him and had inexplicable pressure on his mind, just like life was hooked away at any time. In recent practice, he had obviously felt that this pressure was almost forming a demon in his heart, because whenever he entered into meditation and meditation, what surged into his heart was the soul-binding Gu in his body. He almost had hallucinations. In the illusion, the Gu insect ate his brain marrow bit by bit.

He wants to get rid of this predicament, and what he wants most is naturally a method of practicing and seeking spirits.

Compared with the Gu insects on the body, the cause of death, practice methods and spiritual search are not very urgent.

There were not many people entering and leaving the backyard of the Governor's Mansion. Most of them were relatives from afar from the Governor's house. When they entered and exited the Baipi Courtyard, they saw Yi Yan standing under the tree, and their eyes were full of doubts. They all asked who the blindfolded person was, but only found out the name Yi Yan.

Zheng Yi pestered her cousin Lin and kept asking. Miss Lin had no choice but to say, "He once protected me and your aunt to go to Tianlong Temple."

"Ah, then isn't he very powerful? How about those around my uncle?"

"It's hard to compare to the practice. Who is more powerful depends on what kind of magic and magic weapons they have," said Miss Lin.

"Then I don't care. Just say Yi Yan is better than that Dari Achi." Zheng Yi asked coquettishly.

"It should be that Dariachi is more powerful." Miss Lin said.

"Ah, it's not as powerful as Dari Achi. I thought he was very powerful." Zheng Yi said with disappointment in her tone.

Miss Lin then said, "But now I don't know. He left the Governor's Mansion during the Chinese New Year last year and had no spells. Do you think he looks like a person who knows how to spell?"

"Not like, he looks like a very powerful person." Zheng Yi said quickly. She was silent for a while and continued to ask: "What happened on his way to escort you to Tianlong Temple? Cousin, tell me."

Miss Lin suddenly realized that what happened last year seemed to be very far away from now. There were not many things I could remember during the itinerary in the past month.

Yi Yan had already discovered that he would lose his mind. He would always suddenly be quiet, not thinking about anything, and as if he was thinking about everything. After losing his mind, the confusion and confusion in his heart would suddenly become clear.

He didn't know that this was called meditation in practice. When he reached a certain state, this state could naturally appear. In this state, a person's god could be recuperated and could self-analyze the most urgent things in his heart in his deep consciousness.

A man poked his head out from the other side of Baipiyuan. He was an old man with a hunched back, deep wrinkles on his face, a little cloudy eyes, and a little white hair. He poked his head out to look at Yi Yan here, then looked elsewhere, and then walked past the gate of the courtyard.

He came to Yi Yan's side, made a bow with his hands, and said, "I have met Yi Xiaozhen during the festival."

Yi Yan did not look back, but he said, "Is there anything wrong with this old man?"

"Do you still remember the person who secretly delivers food late at night every day." Hu Shijie stared at Yi Yan's back with scorching eyes.

"How could the benefactor of life forget?" Yi Yan replied, "What's wrong with Liu Zi?" There was not much emotion in his voice, which made Hu Shijie unable to hear anything.

"Liuzi's leg was broken." Hu Shijie said in a hurry.

"Where is he now?" Yi Yan asked.

"In front of the Immortal Tower in the city," Hu Shijie said.

Yi Yan suddenly turned around, and the black cloth on his face seemed to shine with black light, and Hu Shijie lowered his head.

Yi Yan did not pause, turned around and left. But he had seen through everything in the body of the old man named Hu Shijie.

Since he survived that disaster in the Zijing Mountain, his Eye of Insight has also changed. His Eye of Insight can not only replace the naked eye to see all real things, but also some illusory things.

For example, there is a black and red aura floating high above the head of Hu Shijie.

Yi Yan strode out of the Governor's Mansion, and the black turtle soul above his head flipped, but he could not feel what was going to happen from nothingness, especially the turbulent aura that surged in the city now. The evil aura that was born from all kinds of evil auras in the world was filled with fear and hatred that evolved to extremes.

Using his soul to feel, he felt that every strand of evil spirit in the void was like a sword, full of hostility, not targeting him, but inexplicable, which shows that people are uneasy.

In these chaotic auras, Yi Yan also felt a hint of hostility towards him. Along with the hostility, a sense of danger arises. As he gets closer and closer to the Immortal Tower, the sense of danger becomes stronger and stronger.

After the tribulation, the Xuan Turtle Yuanshen also changed. The most obvious thing is that he became more and more sensitive to the feeling of heaven and earth. The various chaotic thoughts that were originally entangled in the Xuan Turtle Yuanshen have been refined in the heavenly tribulation.

When he arrived in front of Yinxian Tower, he immediately found Liuzi with broken legs lying on the ground. However, Liuzi is now alive and dead.

Yi Yan's heart was hit hard in an instant. What a practitioner does not practice ruthlessness, but he can see many things more thoroughly. Many times the emotional fluctuation point is lower, but when it is touched, it is still intense.

He almost thought it was an illusion, and he couldn't believe that Liu Zi, who was about the same age as him and always talked a lot, died like this. Last year, he lay in despair in the dark wooden house, and he secretly brought some food every day.

At that time, Yi Yan thought: "If I come alive, I must repay him well."

At this time, he still clearly remembered that when Yuanyuan stopped Liuzi, Liuzi knelt on the ground and answered Yuanyuan's question in fear. Only then did he realize that Liuzi had received favor from his father, but in his heart, he felt more and more that Liuzi was a person who was loyal to righteousness and kindness.

The sixth son had never said it, and Yi Yan didn't ask. He decided to repay the sixth son well in the future, just as the sixth son had repayed him with the kindness his father gave him.

pity……

pity……

The moment I saw Liuzi lying on the ground, my memory surged into my heart, and at the same time, there was an indescribable regret.

There were crowds passing through the bustling streets.

A thunder suddenly appeared in the sky.

Yi Yan looked up.

Drought thunder!

Exploded in Yinxian Tower.

A fire flashed in front of the Yinxian Tower, and the people on the street screamed and covered their ears. When they covered their ears, the drought thunder had disappeared, but the roar still echoed in their ears. The flash of fire flashed and destroyed seemed to be imprinted in their eyes, and they could not see anything for a moment.

Fear flashed and disappeared in their hearts like the thunder, leaving only shock and horror. They did not notice that there was a blindfolded young man on the street.

Yi Yan has appeared on the top of Yinxian Tower.

In front of him was a Taoist in a blue robe. He looked at Yi Yan with some surprise and said, "You, why are you..."

Before he could finish his words, Yi Yan had already pointed it out. The moment his right index finger pointed out, the white mist light surged above his head, and a black gold turtle roared at the neck.

This finger has only one artistic conception - death.

This is a finger that brings together murderous intentions, and cannot be compromised or delayed.

A solid golden light flashed out from Yi Yan's fingertips, with a trace of blood in the golden light.

Blood represents murderous intent, and murderous intent has changed his magic a little.

The blue-robed Taoist slashed his fingers as quickly as he drank and spit out a thunderous spell. In an instant, the void in front of him storm and turned into a gray chaos.

With a trace of blood-colored golden light sank into the flipping gray chaos, disappeared and penetrated, and the blue-robed Taoist was shocked. He felt the surging murderous intent in an instant, but the golden light had already penetrated his forehead.

The blue-robed Taoist's eyes were filled with grey, and there was still horror in his eyes. He fell on the roof tiles, rolled down from the roof, and fell to the ground from the high roof.

Yi Yan's fingers kept not stopping, and his index finger quickly stroked in the void, and the golden light formed a line of words in the void.

"The murderer is Yi Yan of Jiangxi."

This line of words remains in nothingness, and the murderous aura is condensed but not dispersed, which ordinary people cannot see. However, in the eyes of practitioners, they are like the lights in the night, and the awe-inspiring and firm meaning is like the ice of a high cliff.
Chapter completed!