Chapter 316: Han Xinyue, fear, meeting Quelong again, Qilin Holy Armor.

"Han Xinyue, you can't forget, even if you die."

Han Xinyue woke up from a moon-white bed, her whole body looked like she had been fished out of the water. Her inner clothes were soaked with sweat, and her breasts, which had just begun to show their pointed corners, were vaguely visible.

She opened the window and saw that it was pitch black outside. The stars in the sky were dim and the not-so-bright crescent moon was blocked by dark clouds floating in the distance.

For some reason, Han Xinyue always felt that whether it was the stars in the sky or the crescent moon, after looking at them for a long time, they always felt a little fake.

"Failed again. Were we caught again last time?" Han Xinyue looked at Ou Bai's arm, feeling a little sad. She felt that she had forgotten something again, and even, as if there was something extra in her body.

When a person loses all her memories, even if her body is still there, is she still herself?

"Maybe if I get caught a few more times, I won't be myself anymore."

"No, even if it's for grandpa, I have to live. Han Xinyue, you can't give up like this."

The severe pain from her nails digging into her flesh lifted Han Xinyue's spirits a little. After encouraging herself, Han Xinyue silently recited the memories she considered important three times, then stood up and walked to the door of the room.

According to the memory in her mind, the foreign object outside the door should not come to Nanyuan where she lives at this time.

Of course, she doesn't need things like lanterns. Although the magic power in her body has been suppressed by 99% by the alien force and the magic power she can use does not exceed the peak of refining essence into qi, her ability to see things in the dark is still unimpeded.

This time she wants to find Yuanyuan, her sister, and escape.

Han Xinyue didn't know why she appeared here. Anyway, she fell asleep as usual a few days ago. When she opened her eyes, she found that everyone in the Han Mansion had disappeared, without even a ghost. She and her sister were the only ones in the huge mansion.

As an expert who had advanced to the fifth level of the True Person Realm at a young age, Han Xinyue was determined and did not give up easily. She knew that since the mastermind behind the scenes had trapped her here, what she had to do, or the only thing she could do, was to escape from the Han Mansion.

If she continued to be captured by the strange creatures in the mansion too many times, her spiritual sense told her that her final fate would be worse than death.

And after several failed attempts to escape from the mansion, the talented girl discovered a pattern, which was that she left information about her identity.

No matter in what form it is engraved on the mansion or even on herself, everything will disappear in the end. This is why she silently recites all her memory information when she wakes up.

Although I don’t know if it will be useful, it can at least give her some spiritual comfort.

After quietly closing the door, Han Xinyue found that the door of the next room suddenly opened with a creak, and a chubby little girl with a delicate figure came out holding a teddy bear.

"Yuanyuan, why did you come out? Come with me quickly and don't talk." Han Xinyue was anxious and lowered her voice and spoke softly.

She was about to pull the little girl, but Yuanyuan looked at her with a puzzled look and said crisply, "My friend came to play with me."

"What? Friends?" Han Xinyue was shocked. Apart from her and Yuanyuan, is there anyone else alive in the Han Mansion? She followed Yuanyuan's gaze and saw three little girls standing in the bamboo garden in the courtyard, waving at her in unison.

All three of them had thick blush on their cheeks, and their eye sockets were dark.

One looked like a paper-made creature, one looked like it had been blown up by a cannon, and the other looked like it had been run over by a car. The lower body and legs were only connected by a thin layer of skin, and a faint yin aura emanated from their entire bodies.

"Fortunately, they are just little ghosts. I can kill them with a wave of my hand. But after making a noise, I have to hide again."

With a thought in mind, Han Xinyue raised her hand and shot out three streams of magic power, then she picked up the little girl and fled towards Beiyuan.

She was afraid that the noise here would attract foreign objects into the mansion.

It's not that she hasn't thought about giving up on everything she's going through, but she knows that even if all this is just a game played by some mysterious master, she has no right to refuse. The only thing she can do is to cooperate and then escape.

Only by persisting, buying time and not sinking can she buy time for her grandfather to save her.

She knew that with her grandfather's love and care for her, he would definitely notice something unusual in her courtyard, and then everything would turn around.

"Sister, why are we running?" The little girl in her arms suddenly asked.

Two lotus-root-like arms tightly embraced her neck.

"Don't talk, Yuanyuan."

The two arms hugged her tighter and tighter, and suddenly Han Xinyue felt a little breathless.

"No, how can Yuanyuan have so much strength?" Han Xinyue, who had only paid attention to the surrounding environment, felt annoyed for the first time that her home was so big. Feeling a little pain, she turned her attention to Yuanyuan in her arms.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but feel scared to death. The thing she was holding in her arms was not Yuanyuan, but a strange creature like a facehugger with two tentacles.

Suddenly, the 'facehugger' leaped up and stuck to her face.

A greedy sucking sound was heard.

At this moment, Han Xinyue did not feel severe pain, but felt that something was flowing out of her body, and something strange was injected into her brain.

She was filled with fear and despair.

What she didn't see was that a strange black gas emanated from her head and was sucked into the body of the horrible facehugger.

Just when Han Xinyue was about to lose consciousness, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through her mind.

"Who is Yuanyuan? When did I get a younger sister?"

"Aren't my grandfather and I the only ones left in the family?"

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Han Xinyue suddenly understood why she felt like she had forgotten something when she just woke up, and why there seemed to be something extra in her body.

It turned out that part of her memory had been replaced.

As soon as she thought of this, the black gas above Han Xinyue's head suddenly became much thicker, and the facehugger on her body also let out a delighted hiss.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Xinyue woke up from the ivory bed. Horrible changes had occurred around her. Her grandfather and everyone in the mansion had disappeared. She wanted to escape and help her two younger sisters, Tuantuan and Yuanyuan, escape together.

Raising the perspective, somewhere in an underground palace, an inverted dark curtain shaped like a large bowl stands on the black rock.

The curtain was inlaid with many strange purple crystal fragments, and there was also a huge purple gem inlaid on the dark curtain. A lot of black smoke slowly flowed around the purple gem, covering most of the purple gem, leaving only a faintly visible crescent.

Hundreds of monks were placed under the curtain, lying on a strange red cloth embroidered with golden runes, their bodies swaying slightly from side to side, black smoke spewing out of their mouths and noses, merging with the black smoke in the sky and slowly convection. Han Xinyue's figure was among them. Unlike the others, Han Xinyue was placed near the center of the venue, and the mark of a clear full moon appeared between her eyebrows.

Hundreds of monks in the field were arranged in a circle. Some of them were swaying and then they kicked their legs and stopped moving.

…. ….Outside Zeyang City, Lin Buer, wearing a wide-sleeved robe, walked leisurely in the wilderness, looking as relaxed as if he was on vacation.

No one knew that at this moment, the muscles under his robe were tense.

There is no other reason, he is just a bait.

East, south, west, north and center are all white, and thirteen does not rely on garbage cards.

As a casual cultivator who accidentally embarked on the path of cultivation, Lin Buer had zero capital other than his own abilities. If he wanted to earn more resources for cultivation, or even extraordinary skills, he could only try his best since he couldn't rely on his father.

Lin Buer is a tall and strong man. He has been fighting with others for many years and is very good at stabbing people. When he fought with a fairy in Guose Shengxiang Tower a few days ago, he was able to stab the person to death with just a few hits. In order to gather the methods and resources needed to advance to the realm of true person, he has no choice but to do so.

After all, he was only good at stabbing people, not being stabbed while at his desk, and he couldn't bear the immense wealth in the world.

"Senior Quelong, you are a master of the Mohist school, so you must not let me down. In order to become your disciple, I, Lin Buer, am risking my life this time." Lin Buer had already started praying in his heart.

Except for a few cultivators with innocent eyes and special destinies, there is no cultivator who is not a gambler. After all, in the long journey of life, playing cards is not the only thing that counts as gambling. Most people can only passively wait for fate to pick and choose.

In the wilderness, the night wind was blowing on his face, the stars were hanging low over the vast plain, and the moon was shining on the sky and earth. At this moment, Lin Buer was in a very complicated mood. He hoped that the person behind the scenes would show up soon so that he would suffer less torture. He was also afraid that the black hand that caused the disappearance of the monks near Zeyang City would show up and take him away. For a moment, he was like a girl waiting for her lover, afraid that he would not come, and also afraid that he would do something wrong.

Soon, the fragrance of soil was carried into Lin Buer's nostrils by the night breeze. The smell was fresh and pleasant, and quite nice.

"over…"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Suddenly, Lin Buer felt dazed, his head tilted, and he fell to the ground. At this moment, two black shadows approached rapidly on the horizon, and Quelong's figure suddenly appeared behind the black shadows.

Two large hands suddenly pressed on the black figure's shoulders, one on the left and one on the right.

"The mountains are not high, the human heart is the highest, the dragon and the bird worship..."

Quelong's voice stopped abruptly.

A big hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder. He turned his head with difficulty and saw an old man with yellow teeth sneering at him.

"The Mohist fool is such a clumsy bird-dragon."

…. …. "Master, no matter how many mistakes I made, they were all my husband's fault. Please forgive me."

"Ah~Ah, my wife, Shui Lingyue~ I pity you for staying in the cold window, waiting for me..."

Under the moonlight, Yi Chen was riding his loyal leopard and galloping across the field. Miaozi was grabbing the collar on the back of his neck, looking majestic, like a general inspecting the front line.

Han Jiyue looked at the Taoist priest running in front of him with a frown on his face. He actually felt a little regretful in his heart.

This Taoist Yinlong seems a little unreliable. What he sings is all nonsense. And who is this nun?

Although most Dongzhou Taoist sects do not taboo marriage, there are still some taboos for Taoists and nuns to form a Taoist couple.

Unfortunately, the Ice Jade and Fire Jade are now in this person's hands.

"This person wouldn't be planning this, right? I need to hand over the Ice Jade and Fire Jade to him in advance." Han Jiyue was confused for a moment and felt like he was on a pirate ship.

Yi Chen had no idea what the old man behind him was thinking, but at this moment he was missing his nun.

Compared with Zhen Ruan, his feelings for the nun are still a bit deeper.

He had previously asked Yuanjun to send a message to Shui Lingyue, but Yuanjun replied last time saying that the person was not found and Mingyuezhai was deserted.

At this time, nearly a day had passed since the previous strange changes in heaven and earth, and it was already night. That day, Yi Chen thought that this time the changes would be the same as the previous ones, with a big star descending to the world, and he could take the opportunity to take a look at Dongzhou's arrangements and methods.

The result was far beyond his expectations. The sky turned as dark as ink. After a dozen seconds of overwhelming malice filling the sky and earth, daylight came again.

It was as if nothing had happened.

But nothing made Yi Chen feel more frightened than the arrival of a huge star.

He felt that the evil force that was sweeping across the world had not completely disappeared, and part of it had already descended upon this land.

"Forget it. Be it Great Yue, Great Qin, or any of the major sects, there are so many masters. I can't let this poor Taoist take on the brunt of it. I just need to frown, retreat behind everyone, and deal with some minor storms. It should be no problem."

"At the very least, these many experts are my wings. They can at least buy me some time."

Yi Chen's mind was full of thoughts, and the bad water in his stomach had begun to boil.

At this moment, suddenly a figure lying on the ground in front of him attracted his attention.

This man was wearing a jade armor and lying in a pool of blood, with half of his body missing.

Feeling the familiar breath coming from the armor, Yi Chen's mind moved, and he scanned the surroundings with his spirit. After finding that there was no one ambushing on the side, he carefully walked up to the person lying on the ground.

A strange force suddenly emerged and turned the person on the ground over. Yi Chen couldn't help but be surprised again. This person was Quelong, whom he had met once in Linggui City. He didn't know why he fell here today.

In fact, if he was not mistaken, the armor on his body was the Kirin Holy Armor.

"Fellow Daoist Quelong?" Yi Chen secretly urged his ultimate essence to awaken the dormant consciousness with the essence of pure yang energy, but he couldn't help but sigh inwardly in his heart.

This monk, who had met him once and had a big drink with him, would probably have difficulty getting through this level.

At least Master Yi couldn't save him. Everyone has their own expertise, and what he is good at is sending people away.

"Fellow Daoist Chen...Fellow Daoist Chen Yi? I never thought that I would see an old friend again before I die today. It is really...really a blessing!"

"My fellow Daoist kept it a secret from me that day. It's called Dragon Bird, but in reality it's called Bird Dragon." Yi Chen sighed.

"Sorry...I didn't mean to do that..."

"Master Yinlong, are you familiar with Taoist Fellow Quelong of the Mohist School?" At this moment, Han Jiyue behind Yi Chen walked forward and made a surprised sound.

With Han Jiyue's old body now and about to die, flying at full speed would be tantamount to killing him directly. Now he only has the strength to fight for the last time. In order to take care of Han Jiyue who is about to die, Yi Chen has no choice but to let the loyal leopard carry him and rush.

"Yin... Taoist Master Yinlong?" Quelong looked at Yi Chen with a strange expression.

At this moment, three black lines suddenly appeared on Yi Chen's forehead. He seemed to vaguely hear three crows' calls in his ears. For a moment, he wanted to strangle this man to death.

This old man is really quick to pick up the conversation! (End of this chapter)