The target that Gui Yan locked is quite ordinary, but in fact, the other party is indeed an ordinary woman, with an ordinary appearance, and it seems that he doesn't feel Gui Yan staring at him at all. He is moving slowly with the crowd, and his eyes are patrolling the stall next to him, which is very natural.

Have you seen her before?

Any monk has the ability to remember after refining his soul. Everything that the consciousness touches will be deeply engraved in memory. As long as he wants to recall, there will be no omissions in every detail from birth to the present.

Of course, this is meaningless and will also bring great burdens. Most of the time, monks will seal up excessively tedious memories and search for them when they are useful.

The same is true for Guiyan, especially the original body has its own magical powers of analysis, which is the most convenient to search.

But today, the evil sect is not just Gui Yan, but also Yu Ci's original body and the memory of the clone, but I couldn't find the corresponding one.

This situation is not impossible. For example, if you met her before, but her blood relationship with her, or just a very similar person, or her appearance changed drastically, it could lead to this situation.

Once this is the case, there will be too many areas to be screened, and memory comparison will be meaningless.

What needs to be distinguished at this time is not the appearance, but the breath.

Everyone's breath is different - the so-called "breath" here is a broad concept, that is, the unique characteristics formed by combining various information such as the appearance and behavior of the human body, the flow of energy, and the fluctuations of the soul. It is impossible to have repetition, but if it were not for the analysis of powerful people who are proficient in the changes in demon consciousness like Gui Yan, it would be very likely to be confused.

But this time it was not a confusion, but there was no "archive" at all.

To put it over and over again, it means one thing: they are strangers they have never met!

But if it was a stranger, how could he stare at him with his eyes... Well, it might be that he was not this person.

In fact, Gui Yan didn't take it seriously. After all, this identity has made too many grudges, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is full of hatred. Who doesn't have a relative or friend? It's not surprising that he rushed up and stabbed him in the knife.

But the person who can make his thoughts surging for a long time cannot be missed no matter what!

During the thoughts, Gui Yan used the most direct method. Eight demon seeds were spilled out in a row. None of the most suspicious people missed it. Now that they don’t know what they are, they can just put a long line and they can always see the flaws.

There is a bronze mirror in the Divine God, a demon seed, and the like, which is really "worthless" to him.

After scanning the ordinary woman, Yu Ci wanted to continue to follow Ye Chi and do the business, but as soon as her eyes turned, there was a dull "puff" sound, and stars dotted, and red and white things exploded.

That is the genus of plasma, minced meat, and bone residue.

Gui Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what happened: the woman's head... exploded!

The headless corpse was slapped on the ground, splashing a piece of dust. In an instant, Gui Yan's eyes were as dark as an eagle, and a thought directly hit his heart:

Mrs. Huangquan!

At this moment, the bustling market suddenly ceased, and then, someone started to start and screamed.

At this time, Donghua Mountain was not a good place. In such a tragic and strange scene, God knew which devil was attacking him, and everyone was in danger. At least ten people opened their body protection demons at the same time. There was no doubt that these were cultivators above the level of the elixir.

Each of them has a natural sensing range of at least one mile in a radius, and the corresponding qi is conscious and sharp. Where can the small market accommodate it?

Such a dozen people's senses were stacked together, and the feeling of the knife holding the neck and the sword hitting the heart was so uncomfortable. They were accidentally enjoying the "hunting ground" treatment of the real person in Changsheng, and everyone's nerves instantly collapsed to the limit.

At this time, the market was a warehouse full of tincture oil. Not to mention setting fire, a little bit of Mars would be a catastrophe.

Gui Yan stood there without moving, but his thoughts were as anxious as lightning, and exploded "bang bang bang" at the intersection of form and spirit, like the gorgeous fireworks in the night sky, seemingly complicated, but in fact, there are very few complicated thoughts. Almost all his mental power was driven to a limited number of directions, capturing all possible clues and deducing them.

The memory of not long ago came up, which was Wang Renye's words:

"You must not use your half-bucket of water magic... This is the only one left in a certain family, and they don't want to explode again!"

Explode!

Gui Yan took a sudden step and went straight to the lodging headless corpse. In the chaotic scene, his movements were so eye-catching, not to mention his cool and fierce eyes, which was even more intense. There was a Huandan monk who had a tight heart string in front of him. The body-protecting evil outside his body was opened, and his aura had been pressed to the limit. He could no longer control his stimulation by Gui Yan and punched him straight.

His movement was like a pull of his whole body. More than a dozen people around him who could be called masters were alert, restrained, suppressed, and moved. Even if he was reluctant, he had to protect himself. For a moment, a series of thunder sounded in the market. Some temporary sheds were directly lifted and smashed. The monks who were close were even broken by the wind that was rolled up. In a blink of an eye, they fell around and dozens of casualties were injured.

The world is in chaos now. Vendors don’t care about the stalls, and spectators don’t care about the excitement. They run around, fly around, fly away, and run around. There are many people.

The ghost was disgusted with anything else, and he was even too lazy to pay attention to the fist that the monk Huandan shot. However, when he saw that some people were even about to rush to the headless corpse, he could not bear it. He immediately shouted:

"Everything is fucking honest!"

The pronunciation of this sentence slides forward and weakens behind it. It is not suitable for whistling and scolding, but under the blessing of his magical power, it swept through miles of miles like a storm.

The sound waves were heard, and the demonic thoughts penetrated the heart. Hundreds of people were so stiff on the spot. They fell down in a mess without doing all their movements, but they didn't even dare to scream. The master monks who were beaten into a ball seemed to be tied up by invisible ropes, and they were silent in an instant.

Only then did Gui Yan walk to the headless corpse, squat straight down to explore the remaining breath of this person.

Although he was squatting, his power was still scattered across the audience. Almost everyone looked here, but no one dared to look directly at this figure, as if an invisible thorn was emitted here, which made people's eyes hurt.

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This chapter is a big support for thanking the tide of time.

Haha, on the lunar birthday, I finally didn’t say anything wrong, the third update.

By the way, I'm thirty today...
Chapter completed!