As time went by, the expressions of the monks at the scene changed from shock, to numbness, to indifference.
By the time Chu Yan stopped, the monster was almost like a big ball of cotton wool.
At this time, I am afraid that no one who sees it will dare to associate this lump of something, which is similar to a rotten rag, with the monster that made people feel scared just by looking at it.
If this monster is still conscious and can speak, then I'm afraid the first thing it says is: I was wrong.
"Can this thing restore your strength?"
"Should...can..."
"Oh, then I won't give it to you."
"..."
Chu Yan grabbed the monster, which was now unable to move at all, raised his hand and threw it towards the darkness in the distance.
But what is very strange is that after the monster was thrown out, there was no sound of landing.
Chu Yan narrowed his eyes and looked towards the darkness.
With Chu Yan's eyesight, he could penetrate the darkness and naturally see farther than ordinary monks.
But at this time, the direction he was looking in was like deep ink, and he couldn't see anything.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
Chu Yan propped himself on the ground with the Eight Desolation Divine Halberds and slowly stood up.
The monks nearby were all rejoicing at the chance to survive the disaster, but when they saw Chu Yan's actions, they soon felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
Their eyes were all looking towards the darkness.
Darkness is like ink, like tide, like a deep night, like a sea with no bottom.
After staring for a moment, there were many people present, and I just felt my heart skip a beat.
At this moment, it was as if the darkness had turned into a silent whirlpool, sucking away all the hope, beauty, happiness and vitality in people's hearts.
"There's a problem." Lin Yushan tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.
The monks present all held their weapons, with solemn expressions on their faces.
Click——
The crisp sound of metal hitting the ground came.
It was like a light hammer hitting everyone's hearts.
Everyone's heartbeats skipped a beat.
At this moment, Chu Yan felt a throbbing coming from behind the gate of hell.
"Let me... get out..."
"I don't." Chu Yan refused directly.
Ever since he knew that this man coveted his body and wanted to take over his body, the relationship between the two parties had become irreconcilable.
Under such circumstances, it was naturally impossible for Chu Yan to leave his body to the control of the other party.
"Unless I'm out of my mind."
"..."
"You...listen to me..."
"If you have anything to say, wait until I solve this problem." After Chu Yan said this, he stopped talking to that person.
He focused his eyes and looked into the darkness.
Click——
Another crisp sound came.
This time, the voice was obviously much closer to everyone.
The hands of the monks holding the weapons could not help but tremble slightly.
The air around him seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment, and it was so heavy that it made people feel extremely depressed.
Staring at the darkness, after a moment, Chu Yan's eyes flashed.
In that darkness, a hazy shadow appeared.
This shadow is very strange, like a large ball of cotton wool floating in mid-air.
Soon, the shadow became clear.
The eyes of everyone present looked intently, and the next moment, they all showed surprised expressions.
That huge cotton-wool-like thing was the monster that Chu Yan almost smashed to pieces before.
No matter what this monster looks like at the beginning, what it looks like after drinking enough blood.
In short, after being crushed by Chu Yan's almost explosive power, it is now as dead as a ball of cotton wool.
As for why the cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the reason is simple: it was raised above the head with one hand.
Even if the monster now resembles cotton wool, it is still huge compared to normal people and normal people's arms.
Coupled with the cover of darkness, it was naturally difficult for everyone to notice the thin arms under the monster's body.
And the reason why everyone was so surprised was that the person holding the cotton wool at the moment was the old man who had oiled his soles and ran away when the chaos first broke out.
The old man was very timid and had no other abilities, but his grasp of the opportunity to escape was top-notch.
At that time, he saw that the momentum was not right and ran away decisively, so he was not involved in the chaos later.
But now, why is he back?
And why did he come back in such a weird posture?
Everyone looked at each other, but became more and more alert.
Because this scene is really too weird.
But soon, someone discovered something was wrong with the old man.
"Look at his face -"
Everyone looked around and immediately discovered that the old man's facial features were distorted due to extreme fear. Sweat was pouring out not only on his head and face, but also on his whole body.
Wherever I walked, I could even see wet footprints.
It was as if some great disaster or terror was pushing him toward the crowd.
"Stop!" Among the crowd, a monk saw that the situation was not right, drew his arrow and aimed at the old man.
"No, don't kill me..." What surprised everyone was that the old man could still speak at this moment.
And judging from his frightened and twisted expression, he didn't look like he was possessed at all.
It's just that at this moment, his voice changed its tone because he was too scared.
"Don't, don't kill me, I, I..."
As he spoke, two lines of tears actually flowed out of the old man's eyes.
"I was forced, wuwuwuwu..."
The old man with a gray beard was crying like a seventy-year-old child.
"Then what are you doing?" The monk in white frowned.
"I said it." The old man felt aggrieved and frightened, "I was forced to do it."
"Who forced you?" The monk in white frowned even more tightly.
"Haha, it turns out it's just a group of ants. Is that guy hiding and afraid to see me?"
At this moment, a sound similar to metal friction came from the old man's body.
The sound was muddy and thick, making those who heard it feel like there was a buzzing in their ears, and the energy and blood in their whole body seemed to suddenly become disordered, making them feel extremely uncomfortable.
The sparkle in Chu Yan's eyes began to gather.
"Who's talking!" The monk in white drew his sword and pointed it at the old man.
He just saw clearly that the old man's mouth didn't move, but the sound came from him.
There must be something weird in this.
"Five thousand years ago, who would have dared to speak to me like this?"
The metallic sound sounded again.
The next moment, with a sneer, the old man's body was torn open from the middle.
The thick plasma even stretched out slender lines in mid-air.
The monster's body was torn into two halves at this moment.
It was as if the void was suddenly separated by a force that could cut through time and space.
In the blood mist that exploded, a tall figure slowly walked out.
He is wearing armor,
Every step on the ground,
There was a click, a crisp sound of metal hitting.