The devil has too many vests

The three paintings found in Dayou's secret collection completely broke some of Yan Weilou's perceptions.

If we say that the first two portraits of Empress Dowager with bright tones are just for commemoration at first glance, then the last portrait with cold tones and placed alone on the side is obviously different.

Yan Weilou found some kind of ancient magic way secret pattern on the painting scroll. If I remember correctly, it should be from the same faction as some forbidden secret patterns that seal corpse puppets; the paper used for the scroll is also the talisman paper used by the corpse refinement school Raw materials; even the smell of paint on the scroll is very special...

All these combinations remind Yan Weilou of a certain folklore: It is said that drawing a portrait of a person with some special materials can attract ghosts and gods, and seal the soul of the enemy in the portrait, so that there is no peace day and night.

——If you want to ask why Yan Weilou knows so much strange knowledge, it is the fault of Yinkuimen.These guys who deal with corpses all day long have mastered many secret methods of evil arts that are different from the mainstream of the world.

Before recovering from the surprise of suddenly seeing an acquaintance in the picture scroll left by the Great You Dynasty, Yan Weilou discovered the curse symbolized by this painting, shook his head involuntarily, and fell into a moment of thought.

There was a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Tsk, what should I say? Could this be the legendary incompetent rage?"

This world is not a mythical world of fairy tales, where gods, gods, ghosts and the like do not exist.

Those so-called folk legends are nothing but false stories fabricated by ignorant people who encountered a tragedy they could not resist, but did not have enough strength, for the purpose of self-comfort or venting resentment.

Logically speaking, the painter who painted the portrait of Empress Dayou was probably a person of good background and good knowledge, and he might even be a member of the royal family.One should not believe in such curse legends like ignorant people.

But he believed it.

And it really took action to draw the enemy.Counting on relying on "curse" to deal with each other is like a drowning man grabbing the last straw...

This kind of behavior of going to the doctor in a hurry is enough to show how weak Dayou was at that time, so that the other party can only entrust the revenge to ghosts and gods!And how deep is the hatred in the other party's heart!

"The person above... is Ming Guang?"

Yan Weilou carefully looked at the picture scroll that he took off, his eyes swept over the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting inch by inch.

According to his judgment, this picture scroll is at least hundreds of years old, so the people in it are at least hundreds of years ago.Maybe it was just someone who looked similar to Su Xinghan.

After a while, Yan Weilou finally confirmed: "It's him."

A trace of deep confusion flashed across Yan Weilou's eyes, mixed with a hint of curiosity and inquiry.

He didn't expect that Su Xinghan, whom he met in the Vast Sea Realm not long ago, would be so difficult.It is definitely not the heir of the hermit family he thought.What's more, the other party is very likely to be the driving force behind the collapse of the Dayou royal family 800 years ago, which caused such resentment!

800 years, this is really an extremely subtle number.Legend has it that the lifespan of celestial beings is only eight hundred.

If Su Xinghan had really survived from Dayou to this day, wouldn't his life span far exceed that of heaven and man!Could it be that, from ancient times to the present, the higher level that countless heavenly beings have longed to break through has already been achieved?

In just a short moment, many thoughts flashed through Yan Weilou's mind, but he put them aside for the time being.These doubts will naturally have the opportunity to be verified in the future, and now there is another thing that is more important——

He stretched out his hand and made a backward move, and Xu Hui, who had been controlled by zhenqi, flew in. Yan Weilou pointed at the center of the opponent's eyebrows, and Xu Hui, who was in a coma, felt a sharp pain in the center of his eyebrows, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"you--"

Seeing Yan Weilou, his pupils shrank violently, revealing obvious fear, but the next moment, his expression of finally waking up became dazed again.

Yan Weilou lowered his head, staring straight at the dazed Xu Hui, a ray of deep black color was rendered in the boy's pupils, giving his handsome face a bit of inexplicable aura.

With one hand, he unfolded the scroll and handed it to Xu Hui. He said lightly, "How much do you know about this painting and the people on it?"

Xu Hui stared blankly at the portrait for a while with a dazed expression, and said like a raving: "God, ghost... no—"

His mood fluctuated violently, and he seemed very unstable: "It's not a human, it's a monster, a monster without humanity... a traitor..."

A flash of surprise flashed in Yan Weilou's eyes, and he knocked people out again, slightly troubled.

"Could it be that he was demented twice in a short period of time, which affected his intelligence? It seems that he can no longer be demented..."

Simply and rudely throwing the person aside, the boy took back the scroll and unfolded it in front of him.

"It seems that there is no way to get an answer for the time being..."

He looked down at the man in white on the picture scroll, his eyes met his cold and lonely eyes, then the corners of his lips curved slightly, and a ray of flame popped out from his fingertips.

call……

The boy let go.The picture scroll slowly fell from mid-air, accompanied by the burning forest white flames, as if the flames in the painting came alive, swallowing the entire picture scroll in an instant, turning it into nothingness.

——No matter what Su Xinghan's true identity is, as long as the other party is still his friend, since this kind of ominous thing with a curse meaning is met by him, even if it has no effect, it should not exist in the world .

A forest of white flames burned in mid-air, fleeting.

Yan Weilou settled down, and began to look at other things in this secret room.

Seeing this, Yan Weilou's eyes were wide open.

Compared with the previous secret rooms, there are not many things here, and there are so many things, it looks like a utility room.But the abundance of usefulness really made him happy.

For example, the soul-losing incense that can make even the masters of Taoism fall into a dream after being ignited, the dragon-breaking stone that is soaked in the blood of ancient demons and used to cast divine weapons, a special hidden weapon inherited from ancient sects that does not need to be activated by spiritual energy ...these are nothing but idle.

After viewing all six secret rooms, Yan Weilou looked very regretful.

It's because although there are many treasures, he can't take many with him.

The Qiankun ring in his hand does not have much space, and the things that can be taken away are limited.Although another Qiankun ring with a larger space was seized from Xu Hui, it was still not enough to take away everything here.

After some selection, Yan Weilou only packed a small amount of gold and top-grade spirit stones, two top-grade spirit weapons, one sword and one sword, and heretical things like the Lost Soul Incense.Most of the remaining treasures can only stay here until he gets a bigger space spirit weapon.

In order to eliminate hidden dangers, Yan Weilou used the magic and secret techniques learned in his previous life to set a restriction in Xu Hui's soul.

From then on, the other party must not disclose the secrets of the Great Nether Treasure House to anyone.

Of course, the most important "Bu Tian Jue" also fell into the hands of Yan Weilou.

After doing this, he restarted the mechanism, closed the passage, and restored this huge mountain with a universe inside it to its original state.

boom!

There was another loud vibration from the mountains, and the inside of the whole mountain began to close like gears.

At the only hole leading to the outside world, the figure of the young man suddenly floated out, took a few steps lightly in mid-air, and then slowly landed on the black-covered boat docked to one side.

At this time, the sky had already been brightly lit, and thousands of brilliant golden rays seeped through the snow-like clouds and slowly dripped down to the world.Shining on the continuous mountains, the mighty long river, sprinkled on the dark black boat and the young man at the bow.

In the cabin, the three gangsters who were tied into rice dumplings stayed up all night with their eyes open.Last night, after they led the unnamed boy here, he entered the cave where the head of the family was retreating alone.

The master is a master who has already reached the peak of the insight realm, that person dared to break into the lair of the master alone, he really didn't know what to do!

In their hearts, the victory of the big master has been confirmed, and these people have been confessing to each other all night, trying to make excuses, just waiting for the big master to show his loyalty after he comes out, so as not to be silenced by the big master.

At this time, they finally heard the movement, and the three of them looked out in surprise.While brewing lines in their hearts, the bloodshot eyes of the three were full of anticipation.

It's a pity they were disappointed.

Appearing in front of them was the head of the family who was also tied into a rice dumpling, and that young man with a calm expression and a nasty smile.

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Xiaoye Village.

After a night of tossing and tossing, the mess left by Yan Weilou was finally settled. Lu Yiyu looked tired and let out a long breath.

He stood in the courtyard where he lived temporarily, looked at the dozen or so children around him, and couldn't help but smile wryly: "Brother Yan will really make trouble for me."

Last night, Yan Weilou completed the feat of snatching the sacrifices and driving away the awning boat, but Lu Yiyu, who was left in the village, was surrounded by the villagers frantically.

After finally convincing these people one by one (physically), there are more than a dozen little radish heads waiting for him to settle, especially among them are children who are noisy and crying and want to go home to find their parents... After a whole night of tossing, Lu Yiyu It's just a breather.

Only then did he have the time to sit down again, and leisurely poured a pot of wine for himself, sniffing the faint aroma of the wine, and finally showed a relaxed smile.

He had just poured a glass of wine, but hadn't tasted it yet.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the courtyard, and it got louder and louder.Faintly, it seemed that someone was shouting:

"Quick! He's back! Come on! Everyone, copy the guys!"

Lu Yiyu put the wine glass down, stood up in a jerk, and flew into the air in a blink of an eye.

The menacing crowd was gathering in a certain direction, and Lu Yiyu also looked at it.

As far as he could see, a mighty long river passed through the village, and a pitch-black black boat floated quietly along the river.

Someone stood at the bow of the boat, looking calmly at the shore.

"Not good!" Lu Yiyu's expression changed slightly as he looked at the almost dark crowd on the shore, "Those people are probably going to trouble Brother Yan..."

Last night he almost forcibly suppressed the runaway villagers.But these villagers who believed in He Bo were much more fanatical than ordinary people, but they still kept in mind the incident of Yan Weilou's sacrificial sacrificial destruction.

Of course Lu Yiyu wasn't worried about what happened to Yan Weilou, he just thought that this young man whom he met by chance seemed to have a bright smile and was easy to get along with, but he was actually full of viciousness. If he was provoked by those villagers, he might do something!

Lu Yiyu hurried to the river.

hum!

However, halfway through the journey, an incomparably sharp saber aura suddenly rose up, as if a phantom of a saber glow had formed in midair, the menacing crowd was intimidated by this invisible saber aura, as if they were being squeezed by the sea water in the deep sea, and they moved one by one. become dull.

Immediately afterwards, the group was separated lightly.

The young man turned a blind eye to the glaring eyes around him, and walked towards Lu Yiyu unhurriedly, and he threw a series of "zongzi" in front of Lu Yiyu.

The two passed by.

"I'll leave the rest to Brother Lu." The young man smiled at him and passed with his jaw. "These people know the ins and outs of the matter."

Lu Yiyu hasn't reacted yet: "Brother Yan, you..."

The boy's figure suddenly turned into a shadow and disappeared before his eyes, and the saber aura also dissipated, and the menacing crowd gathered together again.Surrounded Lu Yiyu and the series of "zongzi".

Lu Yiyu: "..."

...Since when, his dignified true disciple of the Canghai Sword Sect, the famous golden sword, has actually been reduced to the point where he takes the blame for others and cleans up his hands again and again?

Lu Yiyu was a little skeptical about life.

And when he doubted his life, Yan Weilou had already arrived in the courtyard, sat down in his original position slowly, picked up the glass of wine on the table, and drank it slowly.

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a happy and satisfied smile.