"Yah..."

The door behind Yi Yan opened, Ji Lianhai's hand with bloodstains immediately lowered and shrank into his sleeves. Yi Yan saw that his eyes instantly surged.

“No,No,No…”

A tall priest wearing a black robe walked in from outside. The pastor came to the county for a year. Yi Yan didn't know much about him, and Teacher Liu Chunfeng rarely mentioned it. In Yi Yan's heart, the Protestantism mentioned by this pastor was just a deceptive evil pagan sect, and the God he said was just an evil god from a foreign land, which had never been heard or heard.

The moment the door was opened, Yi Yan quickly retreated aside. Looking at the sank of the eyes and the high nose, the blond hair was tied behind the head, curled, the wrinkles on his face were extremely deep, the skin was loose, and holding a thick black hard cover book in his hand, Yi Yan knew that it was the most important Protestant scripture - the Bible.

Over the past year, he has spread Protestantism everywhere and developed believers, but has gained little.

"This is the devil's nest, and it must be calmed. Only under the light of the Lord's divine will this town be rescued." He spoke with a stiff voice, his pronunciation was not accurate, but he tried hard to say it clearly.

However, Yi Yan had heard it clearly at least.

"Pastor Charles, what are you doing here?" Ji Lianhai asked in a suppressed anger: "Do you want to calm down this town? I don't need to take care of you English people in the Qing Dynasty."

It turned out that he was also an Englishman. Yi Yan thought to himself that just as he was looking at the Reverend Charles, the other party ignored Ji Lianhai, his eyes fell on his face, and he only heard him say, "Oh, you are the child cursed by the devil. Come on, come to the embrace of the Lord, and you will be liberated."

As he spoke, the black cover of the Bible in his hand shone white light.

Yi Yan looked at his eyes and felt that his blue eyes seemed to have a strange charm. Even the sound of his speech sounded very smooth in his ears, and he felt a sense of intimacy and trustworthiness in his heart.

His steps involuntarily walked towards Pastor Charles, and suddenly he heard Ji Lianhai's low and noisy voice: "It's too presumptuous."

Yi Yan suddenly woke up, and a cold and cold breath grew in his heart.

Ji Lianhai's voice was accompanied by the cold and crisp sound of the bell on his braid, and he whirled back in the void. With the appearance of this sound, the darkness in the ancestral hall became deeper in an instant.

The white flame light from the black-skinned Bible in Pastor Charles's hand was like being suppressed by this sound of darkness, and only a very faint white light was attached to the Bible.

In the ancestral hall, two white candles burning in the darkness, which cannot make the ancestral hall clear.

On the side of a huge black coffin, an old man with gray hair stood, looking over 60 years old, but his actual age was only in his forties. He practiced for many years and ate the aura of death, but he was unable to transform into the aura of the aura of death. His body was infected by the aura of death, so he seemed to be much older than normal people.

At this time, blue appeared on Ji Lianhai's face, and his eyes were filled with a dead aura, which made people feel scared.

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, opposite the black coffin was a tall man, wearing a black robe, blonde hair and blue eyes, holding a black Bible in his hand, with a solemn expression.

Outside, Yi Yan's mother looked inside and waved to Yi Yan, but Yi Yan held the sword in the dark side and said nothing. It was not that he didn't want to go out, but that there was a terrifying force that shocked him and prevented him from moving his steps.

The soldiers looked embarrassed. They did not stop the English foreigner and would be punished after returning. However, they were not very worried. Nowadays, officials from all over the country often change, but the historians like them would not change too much. After two or three hundred years of the dynasty, their local forces have been in a mixed manner.

"Changsu-Sir, you have been cursed by the devil..." Charles said such a stiff sentence.

"fart……"

Ji Lianhai was furious, but his eyes were staring at the Bible in his hand. He could clearly feel a strange spiritual power coming out of it. Just like the power of faith condensed on temples and those statues in the temples, the greed arises in his heart. The spiritual power condensed by faith and the spiritual power naturally arises when reading Confucian scriptures clearly are the favorites of those who suck evil spirits and practice.

The golden bell tied to Yu Ji Lianhai's white braided ends suddenly appeared out of thin air in the void above his head. The golden bell swayed, and a circle of dazzling ringtones burst into pieces. The ringtone seemed to release terror and death in an instant.

Yi Yan retreated in a panic and leaned against the wall. He turned around and wanted to escape from the ancestral hall, but found that his feet were unable to stand firm, the sky and earth were turning, dizzy, his chest was stuffy, and he wanted to vomit.

In his eyes, the ancestral hall had been twisted, rotated, blurred, and a darkness was shrouded in the darkness of nothingness.

Outside the ancestral hall, the moment they heard the ringtone, the people retreated one after another. They felt dizzy and disgusted like Yi Yan, but they could quickly stay away, and Yi Yan was even more serious and could not leave. Yi Yan's mother wanted to rush in and pull Yi Yan out, but was pulled back by her uncles and uncles, so she didn't dare to get close to her.

In this moment, Pastor Charles, who was at the door, pressed his other hand on the Bible, and white light surged, covering him all over, and at the same time he was about to penetrate into the ancestral hall. However, the surging white light could not dispel the darkness. The white light slowly shrank under the oppression of the darkness and the bell sound, and could only protect himself.

Charles lamented in his heart, lamenting that the Lord's divine light was so powerless and so difficult to spread on this dark land. He couldn't help but think: "Is it true that as the elders said, only after the Holy Fire burns on this evil land can the Lord's eyes see through this land."

He turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall.

The moment I walked out of the ancestral hall, a roar seemed to sound from the ancestral hall. A skull appeared with a huge mouth, and then disappeared.

He retreated with great opportunity, and this was not his first failure. Since he came to this dark world in his heart, the power of the Bible copied in the church in his hand was like being suppressed by endless evil. As the elders said, the East is the earth shrouded in the abyss of darkness, and the Lord's divine light cannot shine, and the people there need the Lord's holy word to enlighten.

After leaving the ancestral hall, the miracle of Pastor Charles's body still did not disappear. He said to everyone: "The Lord's divine light will one day dispel the darkness, and this evil nest will be completely silenced..."

He preached Protestant teachings to those who did not really disperse and explained the story of Jesus in a blunt language.

But no one listened to him. In the hearts of those people, the magic power of the Western ghost in front of him was obviously not as good as that of the mages in his county, and he couldn't help but feel proud. And the myths and stories he told were not uncommon. There are too many similar myths and legends on this land.

Yi Yan's family wanted to approach the ancestral hall to see, because the darkness in the ancestral hall had not yet dissipated. From outside, I saw only a little golden light looming in the darkness, and nothing else could be seen.

Yi Yan's mother was shouting.

Others didn't know that just when Charles retreated just now, he felt a strong danger, which was not something he could resist. Even if he resisted, he would be seriously injured, so he retreated.

Charles retreated at the last moment, which made Ji Lianhai fail. Just when he was unwilling to accept it, he found that there was a pure spiritual power in the ancestral hall, and the spiritual power came from Yi Yan. In his perception, it was a pure and extremely pure Yinsha spiritual power.

Ji Lianhai was ecstatic and said to himself: "It turns out that the spirit is hidden in the spiritual power and has been passed down to him. It is really God who helps me. If I get this spiritual power, I will definitely be able to use this spiritual power to condense evil spirits and become a weapon, all diseases will be eliminated, and my life span will increase beyond the age of a hundred years. If I get another opportunity in the future, the golden elixir will be expected."

While he was happy, he felt a cold and solemn aura from this spiritual power, and could not tell what kind of evil aura the master of the spiritual power took to cultivate such a pure spiritual power. It can be seen that the method he practiced was extremely profound. However, the cold and solemn aura made Ji Lianhai guess in his heart that it should be a kind of Yin evil at that time.

From that time on, the pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth between heaven and earth has become increasingly turbid, the magic is becoming increasingly difficult to use, and fewer and fewer people condensed golden elixirs. Just as the practitioners are becoming more and more frightened and unable to find a new method of practice, a book suddenly appeared in the world called "The True Sutra of the Miaomen Wanhua Spirit Searching". As soon as this book appeared, it opened another door for the practitioners in the world.

Although this book does not involve any real practice methods, it makes everyone slowly abandon the absorption of spiritual energy and begin to absorb various evil spirits in the world. Each sect and sect have derived various methods of eating evil spirits and refining the qi.

There are thousands of evil spirits, and all kinds of cleverness are included.

The evil spirits of these foods are mainly divided into three categories: one is the Yin Evil and the other is the Yang Evil. There is also a method that always pays attention to the balance of yin and yang. After sucking a part of the Yin Evil, you must absorb this Yang Evil and neutralize it. This third type is also the slowest practice.

Ji Lianhai mainly eats and refines the qi of the dead evil, which belongs to the Yin evil. The spiritual power breath emitted by Yi Yan's body is also the Yin evil. He believes that the fusion will definitely be much simpler and faster.

Just as he was surprised to suck in sucking, he found that the ball of cold and stern spiritual power suddenly rose, like a hibernating snake awakened, suddenly raised his head, and emitted a dangerous and cold aura.

The entire ancestral hall was in the sense of Ji Lianhai. He was extremely sensitive, but he was also at the first time. He was shocked and felt that the ball of spiritual power was extremely dangerous, and his mind was taken away by it in an instant.

Surprise turns into fear in an instant.

In Yi Yan's feeling, there were countless invisible evil ghosts around him, and they wanted to penetrate into his body and extract his soul.

He danced and stabbed his sword in his hand, trying to kill all the evil ghosts who were entangled with him. He didn't know that what he danced was very similar to what he danced last night.

He was frightened and wanted to escape. When he could not escape, he wanted to resist. When his resistance appeared, everything was no longer controlled, separated from his original intention, or it could be said that he followed his most primitive wish.

It wasn't him dancing the sword, it was the sword in his hand that led his movements, and the spiritual power in his body was surging.

The sword stabbed out in the direction that threatened his life in his heart.

A ray of light in the darkness.
Chapter completed!