My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Qing Yan's words were like a special signal, just as he finished speaking, Xia Qi felt his cheeks were slightly cold, and his cheeks were moist when he touched them.

The street across the river bank was shrouded in rain and mist, and the lights became blurred and hazy in the drizzle, instantly losing a bit of human flavor and appearing more and more distorted.

Xia Qi saw the shadows becoming clearer in the drizzle, and surrounded the two of them.

The air was filled with the dampness of rotten soil, which penetrated into his nostrils one by one. He drew his sword slowly: "This Lingzhou is too evil, and the demons and illusions haven't been found out yet. The people in this town..." He carefully Looking at the figures surrounding them, there is no demonic energy, and their expressions are not as ferocious as those of the enchanted monks, but they are dull and lifeless, "Are these still human?"

Zai Chuan waved casually, and a sword qi hit a commoner who was walking in front. The sword light that passed through his body only caused his body to sway, and then hit the tree behind him.

Qing Yan looked at it carefully for a moment: "This illusion is similar to the mustard space. Everything in the illusion can follow the rules of the master. These are the controlled dead souls."

Xia Qi was stunned: "What can the souls of the dead do? These common people may not have much lethal power in life, so you don't expect them to beat us up."

The dead souls of the people who came from the fog had stiff limbs, could not walk easily, and even fought.The weapons in his hands are just ordinary things, and none of them have been decently cut.

Qing Yan frowned slightly: "These dead souls died unexpectedly, and were bound in the illusion immediately after death. If the soul body is scattered, they will not be able to re-enter reincarnation."

It turned out to be a threat, Xia Qi gave a "tsk" sound, and the manipulator of the illusion really did it.

"If you don't get out of the illusion, hiding anywhere is not an option. Let's find the exit first and go to the direction of the town gate?"

Qing Yan shook his head, and looked around calmly: "Since it is an illusion, it does not follow the rules of the world. The gate may not be the exit. The principle of the illusion is similar to that of a large magic circle, and there is always a formation eye as a support. Let's find the formation eye first."

Just as Xia Qi was about to ask what the eyes looked like, his eyes were attracted by the horrifying scene on the lake——

One after another ghosts didn't follow the right path, crossed the water, and got out of the water. They were slow and silent, and the sound of damp cloth rubbing rustled in the dark night, and strange sounds surrounded them for a while.

He took a breath, and heard Qing Yan whispered: "Follow me. There are usually unusual auras at the center of the formation."

After he finished speaking, he disappeared in the same spot, Xia Qi turned his gaze back, and followed the trace.

The streets of the small town are still bustling with noise and bright lights.

In the mist and haze, the people around were joyful and happy, recirculating their respective trajectories during their lifetime.

Xia Qi followed Qingyan through it, only felt that the light seemed to have lost its temperature, unable to dispel the coldness of the dense moisture falling on the skin.

He glanced at the candy stall, thoughtful: "It seems that when Lin Ming first returned to Yunxia Town, it was true that his family members and people disappeared. But the disciples of Chang Yao who came to investigate did not report any abnormalities..."

Qing Yan responded lightly, and this dangerous situation did not make his eyes move a little: "If they didn't report the abnormality, then they are abnormal."

Xia Qi frowned when he heard that, it seemed that most of the disciples who came to investigate had already died, and what was it that returned to Chang Yao?

And Lin Ming's whereabouts also made his heart sink. Those sword wounds were left by those abnormal disciples.

Yunxia Town is not big, so I don't know how much of the town has been reproduced in this illusion, but the flow of spiritual power is subtle, and the two of them had no results for a while.

Xia Qi glanced at the lingering ghost who was chasing after him.Although he moved slowly, his strange behavior always made him worry about the next accident.

"Bai Lan, let's look for it separately."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to jump on the roof, wanting to investigate elsewhere.

But when Qing Yan suddenly called out to stop him, he turned around in doubt, thinking that Qing Yan was about to order something.

Seeing that Qing Yan's face half hidden in the light was almost solemn, he stared at him for a few breaths before speaking: "You don't need to act separately, don't leave alone."

Xia Qi was stunned for a moment, waiting for Qingyan to explain the purpose of such an arrangement, but Qingyan didn't say any more, leaving only a sentence of "follow me closely" before turning around and walking on.

He followed up suspiciously, and was about to blurt out persuasion such as "This way is more efficient, I am not weak and will not be in danger", and then suddenly paused when he reached his mouth.

He looked at the figure in front of him who deliberately slowed down and waited for him, his thoughts suddenly linked to the distant memory, the three months when he and Qing Yan were forced to separate, and he suddenly woke up.

Those days when he disappeared...Qing Yan was also spent in panic.

It turned out that the demonic realm before the Qing Banquet reproduced this memory.

Qing Yan is calm and powerful, and people always think that he is invulnerable to everything.Fortunately, I knew him well enough to know that that memory had become his demon.

Xia Qi hurriedly ran to follow closely, seeing that Qing Yan's side face was unrecognizably relaxed a little, he couldn't help but feel some inappropriate sourness in his heart.

Qing Yan doesn't want to be separated from him in danger, it has nothing to do with whether he is strong or not.

The two of them were walking on the street, and the faces of the people passing by were beaming, and they seemed to stand out against the crowd.

Xia Qi suddenly felt a wave of spiritual power on his side, and just as he was about to turn around, Zai Chuan of the Qingyan was already lying behind him, blocking the sneak attacking sword energy.

Among the crowd was the figure of a sword-wielding monk. He hurriedly flew towards the lake to shift the battlefield, fearing that the fighting would injure the souls of the dead.

As soon as his figure landed on a boat in the lake, the voice of Qingyan sounded beside him: "The monks of various schools who died in the small town have noticed us."

The monks chasing after him had all kinds of swordsmanship, even in Changyao Cangcheng ten square pavilions, and even saw a demon hunter... Xia Qi was taken aback, knowing where the fellow disciple Fu Wan hadn't contacted.

The two were circling among the monks, and they couldn't break their souls with ruthless hands. Xia Qi, who was used to fighting fiercely, was very aggrieved, and couldn't help muttering: "Is the lantern festival in Yunxia Town so beautiful? Almost all sects have gathered together Yes. There are Cangcheng disciples on your side, isn't this deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors?"

"..." Qing Yan said, "It was attracted by demon energy or unusual things, such as us."

Xia Qi was actually happy: "If Bo Lan joins this ranks, the people who come in later will never return."

Qing Yan handled it with ease, and even gave him a half-smile: "I don't know how."

Just as Xia Qi was about to reply, he was attacked by the four of them together. He quickly dodged and escaped, then heard Qing Yan's leisurely voice and continued, "You are so worried."

Xia Qi: "..."

The more monks there were, the more timid Xia Qi's fight was: "This is not a solution. They won't be tired if they are entangled, and we don't want to fight hard. How long will this stalemate last..."

Qing Yan: "The soul of the dead has died, and the spiritual power no longer exists. Today, there is still spiritual power that blesses sword moves, and it is provided by the eyes of the formation."

Xia Qi was taken aback for a moment, any external supply must have traces.

He stopped being distracted and making jokes, and settled down to focus on the monks opposite. After a while, he really noticed the flow of spiritual energy... But there were too many people, and the traces were so complex and subtle that it was difficult to distinguish them.

Qing Yan's perception of spiritual power was sharper than him, and he quickly locked the position of the formation's eyes: "Follow me."

There is a blessing pagoda in Yunxia Town. It is said to be a pagoda, but it is not large in scale.

The pagoda is surrounded by people who come to offer incense, and there is a lot of voices.

When Xia Qi came here, he sensed that the flow of spiritual power became clearer. He followed the converging place and raised his head to look at the top of the tower.

Stepping on the sword and flying around the tower, he felt that it was dangerous to go up, and he landed on the cornice of the third floor.

"There is an enchantment on it."

Qing Yan, who was standing beside him, spoke, but looked down the tower.

Xia Qi realized that something was wrong, the surroundings became dead silent at some point, only the sound of rustling and rain remained.

He followed Qing Yan's line of sight, and the hairs on his back instantly stood up——

The bustling people praying for blessings all stopped, not only around the pagoda, the monks had excellent eyesight, Xia Qi even saw the people on the street not far away turning to face them, watching him and Qingyan silently in unison.

Those thousands of pairs of gazes were so real and so weird that he gasped: "After I go back, I have to eat ten portions of lotus cakes to heal the trauma left by this scene." He thought for a while and added, "It has to be Bai Lan did it."

Qing Yan shook his head inexplicably when he heard the words, but the corners of his lips relaxed a lot.

The monks who were chasing after him arrived in no time.

Probably because of being close to the source of spiritual energy, the cultivation of the monks seemed to have risen to a higher level. Qing Yan did not calculate the enchantment circle, but directly used sword energy to test the orientation of the enchantment while resisting the offensive.

For a moment, Zaichuan's sword energy was so clear in the misty rain that it was almost dazzling.

Xia Qi began to feel a little powerless: "This is bad luck, what kind of illusion can control the souls of the dead in a whole town, and can also reproduce the scene of life?"

The sword light and the moonlight fell into Qing Yan's eyes, and there was a cold light: "The illusion is like an image projection before the destruction of the town. It seems that the previous guesses about the illusion of the heart demon tended to rely on special magic tools. If you don't guess Wrong, the eye of this illusion is that kind of magic weapon."

Xia Qi was taken aback for a moment, the whole story was actually connected.

The longer the time dragged on, the denser the monks around were, like a wave with no end in sight.Xia Qi avoided killing every move, and he was a little overwhelmed.

Fortunately, the soul of the dead can't think without his mind, he can only see the tricks, so that he can adjust to the rhythm that can avoid injury.

He glanced at Qing Yan, just in time to meet the gaze of the other party, there was a rare hesitation in Qing Yan's eyes.

Xia Qi understood immediately: "Go, I can hold on!"

Qing Yan had probably already figured out the enchantment on the top of the tower, and he must have found a solution, but he was worried that he would be too far away from him, and that if something happened, he couldn't take care of it.

Let's have a feast, no more words, and a quick decision is the best way to get back.

He flew to the sixth floor of the tower, raised Zai Chuan, and slashed at the void with his sword.

This sword came so fiercely, the sword edge collided strongly with the barrier, bursting out with dazzling light, a loud noise reverberated in the surrounding fields, and the whole town trembled violently with the barrier like an earthquake!

Xia Qi was shocked by the aftermath of the sword energy, thinking of Qingyan's legendary deeds of defending the east coast alone and supporting Xiaoshan's defense line... Only now did he understand such arrogance.

Qingyan moved to the next weak point in an instant, and the whole town shook violently with a loud noise.

The corners of Xia Qi's lips curved slightly, Qing Yan actually found out the weak point in the barrier, and directly chopped it up with his sword...

He took a distracted look, Qing Yan didn't wear a silver robe today, he was a little less slender, but he looked as proud as a knife in his sleeved attire.The tall and straight figure carries the threat of arrogance and arrogance, which is as daunting as the sword.

My own Taoist companion is really handsome and strong.

Xia Qi smacked secretly for a moment, but the flashes of swords and swords in front of him didn't spoil his good mood.

The monks suddenly went crazy, and finally realized the biggest threat at the moment, they all turned their heads and rushed towards Qingyan fiercely.

Xia Qi's consciousness from Qingyan suddenly lost his trace. He frowned and turned his head, only to see monks swarming in——

The next moment, Xia Qi flashed down from the sky, and the fierce sword energy from top to bottom fell like a thousand hectares of snow wind, and the frost swept across, knocking all the monks off their feet.

"Bai Lan, continue," Xia Qi wiped the Gap Sword on his elbow, turned around and smiled at him loosely, "This level is not worth the distraction of my Taoist companion."

It feels great to be able to go to dangerous situations with Qing Yan, and even to protect him, which makes him fight harder and harder.

Qing Yan looked at the shining eyes of the person standing in front of her, raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, and turned away again.

After the fifth loud noise, the six-layer barrier finally collapsed.

Qingyan stands on the top of the pagoda, and the cold sword's edge pierces the magic weapon involuntarily——

I saw that the whole town seemed to be bumped by a giant hand, shaking and about to fall, and everything I saw collapsed.

After a few breaths, the bustling river bank was destroyed, and the Qianli Lantern City gradually dimmed. The prosperity was like a phantom in the mirror, slowly dissipating, like a picture scroll faded.

The heavy rain finally fell, and the night wind swept the cries of thousands of people and echoed in the wilderness. All the souls of the dead twisted unwillingly, and slowly dissipated into the dark ruins.