Chapter 34 Death Prisoner...Simida

This person is indeed a member of the Jing religion.

In the history of the Blue Star where I was before, during the Sui Dynasty, there was a Nestorianism that was passed down from the West, that is, a certain Christian sect. Unexpectedly, when traveling to this other world, in the Nine-Dao Central Plains, the Jing Cult that came from the West actually existed. It was just called Jing Cult.

But how could the remaining memories of this Jing Cultist with a flesh-faced face be filled with such a bloody and strange blood sacrifice ceremony?

Use living people as sacrifices and offer sacrifices to the Lord believed in by the sect to gain strength.

On the altar, the offerings with long screams were ablated by the holy water and blood-blooded. Flashes of blood-red mist appeared, and were sucked into the body by the surrounding believers. They were all drunk and extremely fanatical.

This is completely a devil!

Yan Han just browsed this incomplete memory fragment, and his scalp was numb and he rushed to get goose bumps.

Strange!

bloody!

evil!

It’s not polite to the cold, just put these labels on it.

This other world is so dangerous, I know too little about it! Yan Han took a deep breath and left this Luoshizi Jing scholar behind.

There are too many mystery to be solved.

The first is a white jade plaque obtained from the treasure secret room of the demon Taoist Wuchenzi of Laojun Taoist Temple. It has been floating above the black and white yin and yang fish vortex deep in the lower abdomen, floating up and down, and the mirror can still convey information. I don’t know who it is connected to, and what is the relationship with this ancient book "Yin and Yang Eternal Life"?

The second is the second half of "Ziwu Twelve Gangs", which is related to the supernatural powers of practicing the cold.

There is also the man and woman I met when I visited Laojun’s Taoist Temple that night. I called Yaodao Wuchenzi the uncle, and I don’t know what it was.

Plus the elusive beauty assassin of Simida last night, plus this Laoshizi Jing scholar...

Yanhan only feels that one head and two are big!

Forget it, don’t think too much, try to decode it! The rose platinum ring left by the demon Wuchenzi has never been unlocked on the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams spiritual energy lock.

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For more than ten days, Liang Palace was calm and quiet, at least in this remote corner where the cold was, nothing happened.

Before he knew it, Yan Han gradually forgot the beautiful assassin of Simida and immersed himself in his affairs every day.

In early summer, the cool breeze at night is particularly gentle. In the severe cold, holding a lantern, familiarizing itself with the road, and stepping into the open iron gate of the prison.

With a clang, the dark gold guard couldn't wait to close the iron door and lock it.

There is only one death row prisoner tonight, and it has been like this for several days.

Concubine Xiao wants too much, and there are not enough death row prisoners!

Yan Han secretly played with a joke in his heart, and walked into the easel with a lantern. At this moment, the death row prisoner locked on the chain of life locked up slowly raised his head.

"Huh? Why are you?!" Yan Han took a breath.

Today's death row prisoner is the beautiful Assassin of Smida!

I changed into the clothes of the palace maids, and the lake was green, with blood stains on it and was broken. On the delicate and perfect face, there were blue and purple, and blood stains, like the mottled porcelain surface.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that her face is still expressionless, and her eyes are like two deep pools, without any ripples.

Yan Han put down the lantern, sighed, sat in front of the easel, and asked, "You didn't expect you to be caught."

"Hmph!" The beautiful assassin of Simida snorted coldly, "There are master guards around the dog emperor."

"That's for sure! Emperor, how could there be no expert guards around you!"

"Hmph! My junior sister will come to save me!"

Yan Han smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Your junior sister really comes to save you, and most of them will end up like you. What's more, it's too late to save you."

"Why?"

Yan Han lifted the brush and explained: "Didn't you see a cobbler painting last time? After the cobbler painting, you won't be able to survive."

Her eyebrows were frowning, but her face was not sad or happy.

The cold strokes and outlines the outlines. The oil lamp next to the easel trembles slightly, but this is a death row cell, and the doors and windows are closed to death, so there will be no wind.

The only possibility is that she is staring at the oil lamp, maybe she is doing her job?

Yan Han stopped the brush in his hand and looked at it with wide eyes. He really saw that something was wrong. There was indeed an invisible fluctuation that emanated from her, affecting the flames of the oil lamp.

After a while, she returned in depressed and took a deep breath and smiled sadly.

This was the first time I saw her laugh! Even with sadness, Yan Han was still stunned. Then, his eyes shrank and he noticed something strange on her body.

There were 10 black auras on her body, her forehead, shoulders, heart, lower abdomen, and the bases of her thighs, like black ropes, trapping her body tightly.

Yan Han was very surprised. He possessed himself and lifted the lantern, turned behind her, and indeed saw three more places, which were the cervical vertebra, lumbar vertebra and tail vertebra.

There are thirteen places in total, with a strong strangeness.

What is this? Yan Han sat back in front of the easel with a solemn face.

"This is the Demon-Subduing Spirit-Devouring Nail, which is very vicious, with a total of thirteen pieces. It penetrates into the key acupoints of the whole body and locks the acupoints of the aura of the whole body."

Yan Han frowned and looked up, "This is to prevent you from escaping."

"Yes. They could have killed me."

Yan Han smiled, "How can such a good death row prisoner be killed easily? You must use the best of your money."

"The death row prisoners are all used for their use, and it turns out that the rumors about the painter are true."

"Of course it's true. A death row prisoner like you is priceless, and the more you have, the better."

The beautiful Assassin Simida smiled sadly again and sighed, "Master will seek justice for me."

Yan Han asked, "Is your master very powerful?"

"My master is a master of Yijian."

Seeing Yan Han shook his head slightly and his face was confused, she snorted coldly and said, "You are really ignorant and have never even heard of Yijian Master. In the sword cultivation lineage, my master Yijian Master is enough to compete with the four super-level masters in the Central Plains."

"Then he is also a master of the super realm." Yan Han said, "It's just what is the super realm? I only know that there are nine realms of cultivation. Is the super realm transcendent realm that transcendent realm transcendent realm?"

"That is the Nine Realms of Cultivation, but it has nothing to do with the sword cultivation lineage."

When he was about to die, he was still so stubborn. Yan Han smiled and teased: "It's now, you are still so arrogant. Is the sword cultivation lineage more brilliant than the nine realms of cultivation?"

The beautiful assassin of Simida pursed his lips, and disdain flowed in his eyes.

Yan Han looked at her, and his brush strokes in his hand were already drawing the irrelevant parts. He was thinking in his mind how to see the secrets of sword cultivators from this beautiful Smida girl, and perhaps he could get the secrets of sword cultivators from her portrait?

But it's a pity that such a beautiful woman is so jealous of evil and just killing her.

But if you want to save her, you are too willing but not enough!
Chapter completed!