After running away with a cub, I became the sickly villain Bai Yueguang

Chapter 38 You Are Actually A Public...

Mo Yunhan is a genius in cultivating immortals favored by heaven, Ye Yan can't deny it, but if you want to say that the number one genius in sword cultivation, Yan Sui in the early stage is well-deserved.

——The only son of the head of My Sword Sect, a genius with stunning fire spirit root, 20 years old who formed an alchemy, a peerless swordsman who can control three flying swords at the same time once in a thousand years in the comprehension world.

It's a pity that later on, when the heroine misses her life, she has a grievance with the hero again.

Ever since Mo Yunhan merged into My Sword Sect, the two young sword repair geniuses have been fighting openly and secretly on weekdays. In the end, Yan Sui was no match for the hero. After a setback, he disappeared from the cultivation world.

The current timeline is far from that storyline.

At least the current Yan Sui is still that heroic sword repair genius.

The city lord completely gave up the hope of life, and used his remaining lifespan to burn ghost power, and he was about to die with everyone.

In the chaos, Yan Sui sternly said, "Let's hold the city lord down, you go and destroy the formation!"

Ye Yan concentrated all her spiritual energy in her palm, and broke through the barrier with a sword. She quickly sneaked into the courtyard, and the city lord shouted and cursed from behind, followed by another clash of swords and swords.

The quietness of the courtyard was too eerie, and the cold wind blowing from the shady side made one's spine tremble.

The moonlight was covered by dark clouds at some point, and the surroundings were pitch black without even a lamp. Ye Yan's pace gradually slowed down, and a ball of spiritual fire rose in his palm.

The woman's low singing is getting closer and closer, as if it is whispering close to your ear. At this moment, a gust of cold wind blows by, and Ye Yan shivered unprepared.

Her fingers had already landed on the door.

The dark and silent room was suddenly lit up, and a graceful woman danced lightly behind the window.

Ye Yan swallowed a few pills, squeezed the hilt of the sword tightly, pushed the door open and entered.

There was no one in the room.

Then the figure she saw just now...

The room is just simple furniture, all covered with dust, the only thing that attracts attention is a painting hanging on the wall.

Only a demure and half-bloomed You Tan was drawn.

Its soft and graceful branches and leaves are like a beauty that charms all living beings, but countless dark green thorns and vines protrude around the scroll, like countless ghost claws, surrounding and restraining it layer by layer.

There must be an extremely strong energy wave at the place where the array source is located, but Ye Yan walked around the house twice, but found nothing.

In the end, she had to focus on the only painting in the room.

Why would someone specially draw a Youtan flower surrounded by thorns?
Does it have any special significance?

Dust has accumulated in the house, and it has obviously been unoccupied for many years, but the picture scroll is always brand new.

Ye Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, she stretched out her palm, and lightly touched the soft scroll, her vision went dark for a second, and when she regained consciousness again, she found herself in a strange space.

"Hmph, you are an orthodox monk with no hair at all. I didn't expect that a hiding place I carefully set up would be broken into by you, a girl."

A large cloud of black mist appeared in front of him.

It looks like a human being, but has no flesh. Only two red eyes are exposed in the black mist, which are ferocious and evil.

The ghostly aura on this thing is so strong that it makes people tremble!

Ye Yan instantly came to the conclusion that this thing is the man behind the scenes who lured the city lord into a ghost, and his aura is several times stronger than that of the city lord outside!
"I haven't encountered such a tender soul and flesh and blood like yours for many years, and I just want to try it today!" Hei Wu let out a strange smile, and stretched out countless ghost claws to attack her.

Killing Guilao was a Yuanying cultivator, but hundreds of years ago, he was beheaded by the sword by these so-called orthodox monks, lost his body, and fled in haste with a wisp of his remnant soul. He especially hated sword cultivators like Ye Yan.

He is now in need of a large amount of flesh and soul to reshape his physical body, and such a monk with delicate skin and tender flesh is a great supplement to him.

He can kill this kind of little monk in the qi training period in a matter of minutes.

Relying on Ye Yan's keen perception of danger, he jumped away from the attack in an instant, and swung a sword intent with his backhand.

In an instant, several ghost hands were cut off.

Miesha Guilao was enraged, and countless ghost auras mixed with screams overturned her, "Pfft—" Ye Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, and her whole body was immobilized by this powerful coercion.

When life and death are at stake.

Su Huijian suddenly dropped his palm and blocked in front of her.

The strands of hair spilled onto his face like splashed ink, and the man in blue appeared out of nowhere, his brows were as gentle as water curling clear clouds, his palms swayed several sword intents, and his robes fluttered and fluttered.

　Snake: What, I bleed so much and recruited a fake love rival for me? ?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)