This corridor gives people a feeling of being heavily guarded.
At this moment, Chu Yan stood at one end of the corridor, not only could he see the monks on the opposite side looking at him with a look of alertness, but he could also feel the abnormal flow of spiritual energy in the corridor.
The monks in the corridor are naturally responsible for the guards.
The abnormal flow of spiritual energy means that there is a formation in this corridor.
The floor under my feet was still vibrating, ding dong dong. When I heard the noise, it seemed that many people were rushing towards me.
But it is normal to think about it.
The explosion just now almost shaking the entire building of Fengxing Auction House.
As one of the thirty-two treasure houses of Monsoon Pond, the auction house is also considered the disciples of Monsoon Pond.
If the master's treasure is in trouble, they will naturally have to sacrifice their lives to take care of him.
But unfortunately, they met Chu Yan today.
What His Highness Chu wants is not only the treasure in the treasure house, but also wants to eliminate harm for the people and solve these evil guys.
"Come to stop!"
"Who are you!"
"I don't retreat quickly!"
The monk in charge of guarding in the corridor, at this moment, treats Chu Yan as a stranger who wants to seek some benefits.
If they were in other places at this time, these monks would have taken the initiative.
However, the reason for the explosion is unknown at this moment, and they have not received further instructions. In addition, there is an important treasure house behind them, so naturally they will not take the initiative rashly.
"There are so many nonsense."
His Highness Chu snorted, lifted his knife and slashed it.
In the building of Fengxing Auction House, Lu Yan, who has the highest realm and the strongest strength, cannot even hold on to Chu Yan, let alone these are just cultivators in the Condensation Realm.
Sweep the flames.
boom!
Cracked!
The four walls of the corridor were fried to pieces.
The sword light swept forward like lightning.
The monks in charge of the guards were cut into dozens of pieces before they even had time to show their weapons.
The corridor was filled with a strong smell of blood.
At this time, the floor under Chu Yan's feet was vibrating even more violently.
At the end of the aisle that just came behind, there was already a shadow of people.
Obviously, the support from downstairs had rushed up at this moment.
His Highness Chu tilted his head slightly.
Because he searched for the memories of Monsoon Pond, he was quite clear about the overall layout of Fengxing Auction House.
Seeing someone rushing from the other end of the aisle, Chu Yan slipped his lips.
Although the number of these monks has increased by ten times or 100 times, it cannot be threatened to Chu Yan.
But there are more mosquitoes, I still feel annoying.
After the eyes turned, Chu Yan's heart had decided.
When these people run up one by one, it is a bit delayed.
Then let you go down together.
Waving the sword, Chu Yan swung his arm around it.
The red sword light, with an extremely hot temperature, was like a red-burned dagger that cut a piece of lard.
Immediately, the aisle in front of Chu Yan was cut open.
Together with being cut together, there is the area behind the aisle.
The monks running towards Chu Yan were running at this moment and suddenly felt something was wrong.
The opposite Chu Yan was not only farther and farther from them, but they started to fall down without controlling.
At the same time, there was another exclamation of the streets on the street.
At this moment, in the eyes of the people and monks in the city, the top floor of the popular auction house is like a cut pastry.
Some of them fell directly towards the ground with a circle of fire rings.
Moreover, some monks and warriors from Fengxing Auction House screamed and fell from it like dumplings poured into a pot.
The building of Fengxing Auction House is 16 stories high in total.
As a cultivator in the Condensation Realm, even if he falls from this height, he will probably be injured and gets hurt. It will be almost impossible to go further on the road of immortality in the future.
As for the warriors who are mixed in it, if they fall below ten floors, they may be immune.
If you have a level above fifteen, there is no possibility of survival.
Fengxing Auction House is from Monsoon Pond, and even if it destroys the entire building, Chu Yan will not feel distressed.
What's more, there are so many dirty things and bloody truths hidden in this building.
Such a scourge is destroyed.
After driving away the annoying flies, Chu Yan turned around and walked towards the corridor.
In front of the treasure house, the monks who were originally vicious and vicious, trying to stop Chu Yan were all pale at this moment, and their legs were trembling at a level visible to the naked eye.
"I, you, don't..."
The cultivator of the Condensation Realm did not even need Chu Yan to take action in front of Chu Yan.
The power of his land in his land is enough to overwhelm the opponent's soul.
There were four monks in charge of guarding the treasure house gate.
Two condensation pulse ducts, two condensed pulse triads.
Such a realm cannot be underestimated in a city.
But at this moment, Chu Yan just glanced coldly. The two two-level Condensation Realm had their faces as white as paper. Then they turned their eyes and fell to the ground, and they no longer breathed in an instant.
Chu Yan's power scared these two people to death.
The remaining two, in extreme panic, roared and launched a suicide attack on Chu Yan.
The sword edge rolled, and just as a cold light flashed, the two of them saw Chu Yan lifting a finger and step forward.
Alas!
The strong wind surging.
These two cultivators at the third level of the Condensation Vein Realm felt a flash in front of them, and Chu Yan had already rushed behind them.
During this process, Chu Yan tapped his fingertips on the foreheads of the two of them.
When Chu Yan walked to the gate of the treasure house, the two monks were still rushing forward.
But at this time, their eyes were already dissipated and they looked like dead people.
After walking a few more steps forward, two bangs, their heads exploded like juiced watermelons, and their bodies fell from the gap that had just been cut out.
His Highness Chu didn't even look back.
From the memory of Monsoon Tang, he knew that Fengxing Auction House was doing completely different businesses on the surface and inside.
Take these four cultivators in the Condensation Realm just now for example.
They usually guard the treasure house here, and at other times they will burn, kill, loot, and enrich the warehouse for Fengxing Auction House. Even some big families in Fengxing City need assassination, kidnapping, etc., they will do things like this.
The gate of the treasure house, red background, reveal a luxurious taste.
As soon as Chu Yan entered, the surface of the door revealed a light golden light.
The light is gorgeous and noble, but it is full of murder.
The lines contain all kinds of dangers.
Chu Yan knew that the hidden formation was enough to instantly kill a cultivator with the second level of Tianxin Realm.
If he wanted to break the formation, he wouldn't be able to do it.
But that would take a certain amount of time.
Now, judging from the noisy sounds coming downstairs, the city lord's mansion is already very close.
Judging from the movement, they will not take long before they will arrive.
Chu Yan can kill monks from Fengxing Auction House because his master is famous.
The city lord's mansion represents the Baoxiang Dynasty. Even if he is a disciple of Tianya Sect, the largest sect in Baoxiang Shang Kingdom, he cannot kill the imperial government soldiers at will.