The villain master online collapses the character design

Chapter 77

Ci Yan stood under the eaves, looking at the closed door in front of her. She has been in and out of this study since she was a child, and she has never been so scared as she is now.

She hoped that the soul-cultivating lamp was not inside, but she also hoped that it was inside.

Yu Junhao saw that the finger bones of her tightly clenched hands turned white, he stretched out his hands and retracted them, and only whispered, "Yanyan, don't force yourself."

Ci Yan didn't look back, and opened the door as soon as she raised her hand, the heavy wooden "squeak" sound came to her ears, she raised her foot and stepped in, walked straight to the bookshelf on the far side, looked up at the books on the shelf, He has seen his father standing here many times, holding a bamboo slip in his hand. After being caught by her, his father's eyes flashed with panic, but she has never thought about it deeply.

Now standing at the same place as her father, she paused holding the bamboo slips, then suddenly turned her head to look at the person who was still dazed at the door, with tears in her eyes, she asked softly, "Mr. Yu, do you want it inside?"

Yu Junhao felt sorry for her, but he couldn't do anything, "Yanyan..."

Ci Yan didn't wait for him to finish, and continued: "It's better to have it, otherwise Sun Yun will go crazy."

The study room is very spacious, with more than a dozen bookshelves inside and out, all of which are filled with bamboo slips and paper books, and the bamboo slips in front of her record the ancient stories of fierce beasts, which have been published many times. Paper books, and even many bookstores have started to write the stories restricted by the bamboo slips. It can be said that the paper books of later generations are more meaningful than this aging bamboo slips.

She raised her hand to support the bookshelf, and took the bamboo slips with the other hand.

Yu Junhao held his breath and looked at her across the bookshelves.

The bamboo slips were a little loose, and there were dense spots on them. She opened it with a trembling hand, and the handwriting that had become pale or even blurred after years of baptism unfolded little by little. The contents inside had long been difficult to read. Ci Yan became more frightened.

After opening them all, she leaned against the bookshelf behind her in shock.

Seeing her like this, Yu Junhao understood, and hurriedly called her, "Yanyan!"

Ci Yan burst into tears and scolded him without looking back, "Don't come in."

It was just a bamboo slip, but she felt that it weighed a thousand catties. Even if she couldn't hold it in both hands, her heart was in pain like a knife. The meaning of bamboo slips.

She cast a spell to activate the formation seal, and her body floated up immediately. After a burst of dazzle, she opened her eyes, and there was still a study room in front of her, but without the bookshelves and desks, a high platform was cast in the middle for a lamp, and there was continuous transmission from above. The light is full of spiritual power, and there are layers of formations around it.

The formation is not the usual golden wire connection, but a dazzling red.

Except for the pure spiritual power breath around the soul-cultivating lamp, the rest filled the nose and mouth were the disgusting smell of blood and messy evil spirits.

"Miss!"

There was an exclamation in the misty black air, and Ci Yan was startled, she had heard this voice since she was a child, and she always brought joy when calling her, even at this moment.

She looked in the direction of the voice in disbelief, "Uncle Li?"

The owner of the voice approached, revealing a haggard and pale face, and the joy in his eyes turned into sadness after seeing that it was really her, "Why did Miss come here?"

Ci Yan also saw that the person in front of her was indeed an elder who had grown up with her, and it was difficult to accept for a while, "Uncle Li!"

Li Zhi glanced at the Soul Cultivation Lamp behind him, stepped forward to pull her, and prepared to take her out first, "This is not where you should come."

The spiritual power of the soul-raising lamp flickered, Ci Yan shook off his hand, stepped into the formation, and was entangled by the red spiritual thread in the formation, "Uncle Li, tell me, where is the place I should go?"

Li Zhi saw that she was entangled all over, and was too frightened to act rashly, "Miss!"

"Whose blood is used for this blood formation?" Ci Yan's nails dug into her flesh, using the pain to force herself to calm down. She looked at the black air around her and the layers of blood formation under her feet. Before Li Zhi could answer, He turned around and rushed towards the Soul Cultivation Lamp.

The blood array was immediately activated, hundreds of thousands of red fronts intertwined, blocked in front of her, and then rushed towards her, Ci Yan turned to dodge, the spirit line suddenly became sensitive, and attacked her neck like a dense net, Ci Yan Unable to dodge in time, he was forced to go down, and the rising blue hair was strangled in an instant.

Li Zhi shuddered and shouted loudly: "Yan Yan! Don't move!"

Hearing the sound, Ci Yan fell to the ground without moving, and withdrew her attacking moves, and the spirit thread restrained her murderous aura, and just wrapped around her body, not attacking her anymore.

She took a deep breath and looked at the people outside the formation who still had lingering fears, "Uncle Li, I want to raise the soul lamp."

Li Zhi: "No, who told you that Cijia has a soul lamp?"

"I must take it, I have a friend to save."

"Miss, don't act recklessly!" Seeing that she was about to move, Li Zhi raised his hand to warn, "The Soul Raising Lamp is related to the prosperity and decline of the Ci family, so don't act rashly!"

Ci Yan: "Even if I die here today, I will take away the soul-cultivating lamp."

"Miss!"

"Uncle Li, I only have one question." Ci Yan raised her hand to look at the densely packed spiritual threads wrapped around her arms. She knew that if she activated her spiritual power at this moment, she would be strangled by these spiritual threads in no time. She raised her eyes and looked in front of her. The old man was full of worries about himself, "Shouldn't the soul-raising lamp appear in Cijia?"

Li Zhi was stunned, and called her in a whisper, "Miss."

The startled look in his eyes flashed, and Ci Yan raised her hand to stop his next words. She didn't want to hear the elders she had always respected make up unfounded things to lie to herself, so she turned her back, wiped away her tears, and The inexhaustible red thread looks at the soul-raising lamp.

"Yan'er!" Seeing her determination, Li Zhi knelt down towards her slowly with trembling whole body, the sound of "dong" was extremely ear-piercing, Ci Yan didn't dare to turn her head, she was afraid that her heart would soften if she turned around, she forced herself to think only of the immortal And Sun Yun, don't look back and don't hesitate.

Li Zhi broke down and shouted: "The Soul Cultivation Lamp is related to the rise and fall of the Ci family, I don't want to see the Ci family ruined by the young lady!"

Ci Yan clenched her fists tightly, raised her head and couldn't hold back her tears.

A burst of cold and evil air hit, the surrounding formations moved slightly, Ci Yan felt pain in her palm, she looked down at the palm of her hand and didn't know when she was injured, the bloody wound was shocking, the blood flowed out unstoppably, invading the ground, making The demonic aura around her was about to move, and she felt a cold demonic aura coming from the wound, and then all the red threads on her body retreated as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"What are you talking about, if you delay people, you will be gone." A clear male voice sounded, followed by a beautiful purple color appearing next to the soul-cultivating lamp, and the slender hand easily took off the soul-cultivating lamp, and then flew straight to her .

Ci Yan looked at this woman who appeared out of thin air, and she had a face that was disastrous to the country and the people. At a glance, she would think that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Li Zhixiu was relatively high, and was not affected by the woman's aura, so he immediately scolded: "Who is it!"

After Ci Yan yelled at his voice, she came back to her senses for a moment, reached out and took off the soul-cultivating lamp, and looked at her vigilantly, but the woman didn't panic at all, she glanced at the noisy old thing, and restrained him with a wave of her hand, letting him She couldn't move and couldn't make a sound, seeing Ci Yan's sudden movement, she couldn't even look at her.

The woman took a step forward and stretched out her hand to grab her wrist. Under Ci Yan's terrified expression, she was taken out of the enchantment with a little spell, and Yu Junhao, who was scratching his ears and cheeks at the door, was also taken away. In the blink of an eye, he returned to the room.

Ci Yan resumed her action, hurriedly protecting Yu Junhao behind her, and looked around but couldn't see the woman just now.

When Sun Yun saw her fetching the Soul Cultivation Lamp, he was filled with grief and joy.

Yu Junhao rubbed his temples to regain his senses, went to the bedside to check Jiang Ziming's situation, and said in a low voice: "Yanyan is protecting the law outside, and I will cast spells with Daoyou Sun."

Seeing his pale face, Ci Yan shook her head, "You..."

Yu Junhao knew what she was going to say, and hurriedly said, "You don't know how to do it, let me do it, and I'll tell you how to do it."

There is no need to delay other matters now, and after thinking for a while, Ci Yan resolutely handed over the Soul Cultivation Lamp to Sun Yun to protect the Dharma outside.

There was a sound of closing the door, and soon the magic spell protecting the whole room was flashing outside the house. Yu Junhao then stood up, looked at Sun Yun's eyes with indescribable expressions, and couldn't bear to say, "My spiritual power is low, I'm afraid I can't control it." The Soul Cultivation Lamp..."

Sun Yun: "You have a way."

The moment he left Ci Yan, he had guessed it.

"Yes, Yanyan will not agree, but this is the only way." Yu Junhao looked at the soul-raising lamp in his hand, and continued in a deep voice, "The immortal will not agree either."

Seeing that he was still hesitating instead, Sun Yun went forward and placed the Soul Cultivation Lamp on Jiang Ziming's head, and told him decisively, "I never thought of living a hundred years."

Ci Yan stood guard at the door, her heart was in a mess.

The woman's cultivation base was advanced just now, why did she help her?

Or to help Xianzun, why didn't she show up if she was a friend of Xianzun?

She has never used her brain as much as today, as if she has thought about all the problems that she has not thought about for more than ten years, she is extremely sensitive.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and she was indifferent to the dawn, guarding the door directly, not answering anyone's calls, like a log.

At dusk, the door finally opened, and she saw Yu Junhao walking out tremblingly with a pale face, and she was about to fall. She rushed forward to help him, but forgot that she was exhausted and exhausted. Relying on one thought, the moment he saw him come out, his anger dissipated.

Yu Junhao raised his hand to pick her up, and the two of them fell together.

The passer-by exclaimed in horror, and hurriedly greeted them to help them to rest, and invited Mr. Yuan to see them.

When Ci Yan woke up, she asked Yu Junhao. Luckily, he was fine. Now that he was back to protect the Dharma, Ci Yan breathed a sigh of relief. She looked down and saw that there was a handkerchief embroidered on the injured part of her palm. The handkerchief was made of cotton and linen. The fabric, watching her tears fall unstoppable, and finally buried her head in tears.

The servants were at a loss when they saw it, they had never seen the young lady cry so sadly, and they thought the sky had fallen in a trance.

But for Ci Yan, who has spent more than ten years safely and carefree in her heart, her sky has indeed fallen.