Insect Master

"Little pony, it's time for you to behave."

Baishenchan kept winking at Jiang Yan and the others, feeling like raising soldiers for a thousand days and using them for a while.

Jiang Yan and the others looked at each other, they were still half-watered, neither Di Zheng nor Xu Yang got the bugs that could become warriors, not even half-watered.

Surprisingly, Xu Yang jumped down with a sword in hand.

Jiang Yan thought for a while, and probably understood why Xu Yang was so obedient.

On the way up the mountain, there are dead people all the way. These people managed to escape the pursuit of the zombies, but died in other people's schemes. They are really innocent.

Therefore, even if it wasn't Baishenchan's will, Xu Yang would have made the move.

On the contrary, Jiang Yan, Ou Nanhao, and Di Zheng hesitated a little.

But after hesitating, Baishenchan behind him pushed them down one by one, "I'm not active at all, I'll give you a push."

Even Li Daoyi was pushed down.

Jiang Yan almost fell to the ground and turned around angrily, "You... If we die, let's see who will help you kill."

It stands to reason that Baishen Chan should protect them, after all, he wants to use their hands to kill people, right?

Baishenchan smiled, his eyes narrowed, "I want to kill the alchemist."

Jiang Yan was taken aback, what do you mean?What does killing alchemists have to do with pushing them down?

But immediately, Jiang Yan's pupils shrank, and he understood Baishenchan's words.

What Baishenchan meant was that he killed alchemists, and once Jiang Yan and the others became alchemists, they were actually the targets of his killing, so whether Jiang Yan and the others were killed or the people on the opposite side were killed was something that Baishenchan liked to hear.

Baishenchan had already sat down, opened his eyelids with his hands, and looked happily.

That is a distorted mentality that treats life as a play.

Jiang Yan couldn't help but glanced at Li Daoyi. At first he thought that Li Daoyi and Baishenchan were in the same group, and Li Daoyi often called out "Brother Baibai" that made goosebumps stand on end.

But now, Baishenchan kicked Li Daoyi down in the same way. It seemed that Li Daoyi was also one of the targets of Baishenchan.

Li Daoyi's expression was very flat, he didn't seem angry, it seemed normal.

Jiang Yan and Ou Nanhao and the others looked at each other again, and now they seemed to have no way out. Compared with going back to deal with that pervert Baishenchan, it seemed that the vicious alchemist in front of him seemed easier to deal with.

Xu Yang, Di Zheng, and Ou Nanhao rushed up with the bronze sword, and Jiang Yan's flute also played.

The old man also frowned, and lifted the bronze lamp. The sparks in the bronze lamp were like blooming flower trees, flying around, "My blood coffin temple old monk's tomb was built in the Sui Dynasty, and there is a silver flower fire tree that has been passed down for thousands of years. You juniors know that the tomb of the old monk in the Blood Coffin Temple is the closest to the pre-Qin alchemists."

The silver sparks were very brilliant, they exploded and floated around.

Even if a little silver star is glued on, it will be ignited.

The strange thing about this fire is that it can be ignited even if there is no combustible material.

For example, if it falls on a stone, the stone will burn; if it falls on the ground, the ground will burn.

The blazing flame rose from the ground, burning into a huge silver fire tree in front of the old man.

Is this the silver flower and fire tree in the old monk's tomb that the old man just mentioned?

Xu Yang, Ou Nanhao, Di Zheng, etc. who rushed over stopped and ran back instead.

Because the fiery tree seemed to be blown by the wind, and the silver flowers of Kazuki rushed towards them, quite a bit, like a spring breeze blowing overnight, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms blooming.

There is a vast expanse of silver in front of my eyes.

They also saw the power of the little silver point to burn everything just now, so they had to hide.

The old man was stunned for a moment when he looked at the fleeing man, and then a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "This is the alchemist who came out later? Sure enough, one generation is not as good as the next generation, and I thought it would be different from the alchemist who was next to the descendants of the killing god... ..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a bronze sword pierced the sky and pointed at the old man's brow with a silvery sky.

In the eyes of the old man, he was a man with snake eyes and strange snake eyes with long hair flying to the sky, who else could it be if it wasn't Li Daoyi.

"The Sword of the Great River, the alchemist of Bai Yujing? I have long heard that there is a person who looks like a banished fairy in the later generations. He is even called the first-rate alchemist after the pre-Qin period. He has some skills."

There seems to be a strange force on Li Daoyi's bronze sword, which can form the momentum of turbulent waves hitting the shore, break open the silver flowers that are rushing, and hit the old man directly.

However, before the sword got close to the old man, the silver flowers all over the sky turned around and wrapped Li Daoyi in it again.

The blue butterfly in Jiang Yan's bronze jar also flew out and flew towards the other party.

Whether it is silver flowers all over the sky or butterflies, they are all very beautiful. Who would have thought that this is a sorcery hated by the world.

The old man glanced at Jiang Yan in surprise, "What kind of alchemy is this? I haven't heard of such an art since the pre-Qin period."

Jiang Yan actually figured it out by himself, and he didn't study it systematically, it was a mess.

The old man's bronze lamp was raised again, and he lit himself up, emitting a silver fire.

The butterfly in the sky hesitated, but in the end it didn't fall.

The old man's face became even more aloof. After the pre-Qin period, how many inheritances can be compared to his old monk's tomb in the Blood Coffin Temple.

Baishenchan looked a little anxious, "You guys are going to kill, it's the same to kill anyone."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a "bang" explosion.

The silver ball of fire enveloping Li Daoyi exploded, and Li Daoyi fell out of it.

There was a burning feeling all over his body, and he looked a little bit embarrassed, but at least he wasn't dead.

The old man took a look and found that he was not dead, "He has some skills."

Jiang Yan was also a little surprised that Li Daoyi couldn't do anything to the other party, and was injured so easily.

The alchemist is really miraculous and weird.

The power of the silver flowers all over the sky can be seen, what should I do?

Xu Yang and the others felt the same way. The gap between ordinary people and alchemists was too great. Even if they had bronze swords, they would have nothing to do with each other.

I have to become an alchemist as soon as possible, but...

Once he becomes an alchemist, Baishenchan probably can find ways to kill them.

What a contradiction.

However, now is not the time to think about that.

Because accompanied by the old man's weird and disdainful laughter, the silver flowers in the sky floated over like snowflakes all over the sky.

The eyes of Jiang Yan and the others shrank, what should we do?

Li Daoyi could barely resist these weird things with the Sword of the Great River, but they couldn't, once they got stuck, they would definitely die.

The silver flame was not slow, and Jiang Yan subconsciously raised his hand to cover it.

As soon as he raised his hand, he felt a huge force coming from his hand, dragging his body and rushing forward.

Jiang Yan was taken aback for a moment, looking at the rags with eyes patterns all over his arm.

The upper eyes actually showed a disdainful expression.

The old man on the opposite side was also taken aback, but before he could react, Jiang Yan tore open the silver fire curtain in front of him with his hand, then raised his hand, and with a "touch", the old man and the bronze lamp were directly smashed into the air go out.

Rolling on the ground for more than ten meters, spitting blood from the mouth, looking at Jiang Yan in disbelief.

Jiang Yan was also looking at the rag on his arm. What the hell was it? It seemed to be more powerful than the weird alchemist.

Ou Nanhao and the others also looked at Jiang Yan in surprise. Damn, it was too fierce. One punch sent him flying for more than ten meters, and he was also a person with strange flames all over his body. They had seen the power of that fire before. But now it didn't stick to Jiang Yan's hand at all.

Li Daoyi touched his head in disbelief, as if he had also been directly knocked unconscious by this guy who seemed to have no deterrent effect.

On the other hand, there was no happy expression on Baishenchan's face, "Why is this guy still haunted? If he doesn't look for the Golden Book of Longevity, what does he mean by following us all the way?"

The old man on the ground got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around and ran away.

Baishenchan shouted, "Chase."

Now he can kill one person, but as for the rag, he has no choice but to chase after him, but the other party walks him like a dog, which is very annoying.

The world is free and unrestrained, there is really no one in this world who can catch up with him, except Shihuang and that person who are reborn.

Jiang Yan and the others were basically driven by Baishenchan sitting on a big stone turtle to chase people.

On the top of the mountain, there is an ancient tomb built of stones. The entrance of the tomb is supported by two blood-colored pillars. There is an old stone slab on the top of the tomb. Perhaps it has been exposed to wind and rain for too many years, and the top is full of holes.

But it was vaguely discernible that the words "Blood Coffin Temple" were written on it.

This is the tomb of the old monk in the Blood Coffin Temple that Baishen Zen said?

Old, shabby and full of evil spirits.

Jiang Yan and the others stopped.

From the hole in the tomb, the old man's angry voice was heard, "Get out, get out of here, this is mine, you invaders."

Jiang Yan and the others couldn't help being taken aback, why did they feel that the old man didn't tell them?

After hesitating, he saw piles of paper figurines thrown out of the tomb. These paper figurines turned over and got up again, then rushed in again.

The old man's roar kept coming, "Get out of here, since the Sui Dynasty, this has been the site of the Blood Coffin Temple."

Jiang Yan and the others looked at each other, why do they feel that these paper people are robbing other people's territory.

"boom!"

The old man was thrown out by a bunch of paper figurines. The paper figurines wiped their hands and looked threatening, as if they dared to come in again.

The old man is in such a miserable state now that the broken oil lamp is lying beside him.

Seeming to be too angry, the old man suddenly looked at Baishenchan with bloodshot eyes, "You said I stained them with a blood curse, you said I deserve to be hacked to pieces, but they took my territory first, if you don't Blood curse, how can I take back my own place."

He was so wronged that he was about to shed blood and tears. Since the Blood Coffin Temple was established thousands of years ago, it was the first time that someone had robbed it.

Bai Shenchan also looked surprised, "Really?"

Impossible, how could these paper people grab other people's territory for no reason?

Baishenchan thought for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something strange. He reached out and fumbled in his pocket for a long time, and after a long time, he took out a bronze plaque with a big seal on it, with a Qin character on one side and a white character on the other. .

Take the bronze medal in your hand and hold it in the air.

In the tomb, rows of paper figures came out of the tomb in an orderly manner like an army.

Jiang Yan took a look, isn't this the Tiger Talisman used in the military?

Bai Shenchan has some strange and good things in his hands.

Bai Shenchan was about to step forward and ask why these Yin soldiers appeared here on a large scale.

At this time, the mountain wind howled.

In the sky, strips of rags shot from the sky.

Each piece of cloth is covered with big seal characters, and each piece has an eye pattern on it.

Endless strips of cloth, the momentum is like a rainbow.

The whole body of the old man on the ground was trembling, and the horror in his eyes made his whole body tremble, "First...pre-Qin alchemists, how is it possible? This is impossible, aren't they buried underground forever?"

Jiang Yan also glanced at the rags on his arm, which were almost exactly the same as those shot from the sky.

Bai Shenchan also opened his mouth wide, "What are you doing? Didn't you refuse to meet me?"

Then I looked at the paper man army, since it wasn't for him, then...

Among the endless rags, a person appeared, walking from the foot of the mountain to the mountain, his steps were very slow, but his speed was strangely fast.

That was a mummy, no, because he was only wrapped in mummy bandages, and the cloth strips on his face and head had been removed.

What kind of person is that?

Jiang Yan watched without blinking, the breeze was blowing, the sun and the moon were shining in the sky, and it was impossible to describe the appearance of this bright moon. He was like a gift from nature.

If Li Daoyi's strangeness is like a banished immortal, then this man is really an immortal from the sky.

The visitor looked less than [-] years old, full of youthful looks, and his appearance was not that gorgeous, but it made people unable to take their eyes off. With such a face, no one in the world could take their eyes off it.

Jiang Yan was stunned, like a fairy in the mountain, like a person in a painting, so beautiful that it is a bit unrealistic.

Then I saw the cocoon-like eyes of the visitor.

Jiang Yan was taken aback for a moment, a little familiar, isn't this the one in Zhuang Zhou's tomb?

There was no expression on the mummy's face, as calm as years, and he walked towards the tomb without stopping.

Bai Shenchan came back to his senses, looked at the mummy, then at the army of paper men, suddenly thought of something, his face changed, "Damn it, this is not the tomb of the old monk in the Blood Coffin Temple, this Blood Coffin Temple was built later Yes, it must have been built on top of it."

It was the first time Jiang Yan saw Baishenchan's expression changed.

Bai Shenchan looked angry, "How dare you."

Then raised the tiger talisman in his hand, "Stop him."

The army of paper men charged towards the mummy as if they had received some orders.

However, the mummy suddenly exerted force and rushed into the tomb like a shell.

Jiang Yan and the others looked at each other, what's wrong?

The most anxious one is Baishen Chan.

Bai Shenchan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a blood-red blood sword pattern in each eye.

Baishen Chan's voice became hoarse, "I would like to transform into Shura and slaughter all the evils in the world. I would like to become the sword in His Majesty's hand, even if I will be haunted forever."

Bloody, oppressive, filled the entire space, where is that cheap little bald head.

The air seemed to be suffocating, and Jiang Yan and the others couldn't even breathe smoothly under this pressure.

The person in front of him suddenly gave people the feeling of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Bai Shenchan walked towards the grave step by step.

However, with a "bang", a figure flew upside down from the tomb, and landed lightly.

Isn't this the mummy?Jiang Yan was taken aback, did he fly out just now?

In the tomb, there was a babbling sound.

A sedan chair, a sedan chair made of paper, moved out of the tomb.

The people who carried the sedan chair were a group of paper people.

Quiet, the wind has stopped blowing.

Jiang Yan: "..."

Who is this?What the hell is going on in this world?

What was even more surprising was that Baishenchan knelt down on one knee, and his hoarse voice seemed to pass through the ages, "See Your Highness."

Quiet, as quiet as dead silence.