With a loud bang, the entire mountain was shaking, and large swaths of cracks were torn open, gravel rolled, and smoke and dust soared into the sky.
Chu Yan's figure, in one step, was dozens of feet, more than a hundred feet.
The airflow was pressed at this moment, and an extremely harsh explosion was heard.
With a wave of his hands, he tore away the smoke and dust. Zhou Mu, who was shaking and covered in blood, was struggling to stand up from the ruins.
"Chu! Yan!" Zhou Mu squeezed out two words from his teeth, hated and afraid, his eyes full of fear.
Seeing Chu Yan pressing towards him straight, a light flashed in his palm, a silver shield on his face was gurgling, and it was vivid, revealing a lively smell, blocking him.
Although it is just a small shield, it now gives people a kind of toughness that can overcome hardness with softness and even thousands of troops cannot penetrate it.
"The vast and broken sky sword!" Chu Yan's wrist shook, and the sword light fell, as if a galaxy was flashing, falling with a bang, and the entire sky was swaying.
The moment the starlight fell on the small shield, Chu Yan's eyes narrowed: "The thunder slashes in the Galaxy!"
In an instant, thousands of stars exploded.
Looking around, the entire collapsed mountain peak seemed to be swelling by the storm of starlight, which was torn apart.
The flowing water in the small shield shook violently, and the next moment, it seemed to be boiled, and it exploded with the small shield.
Behind the explosion, Zhou Mu screamed, blood arrows all over his body rushed out like shells, his body was in mid-air, rubbing rapidly, the surface of his body continued to crack, and blood and spiritual energy rushed out like money.#@$
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With a short flight of hundreds of feet, his body turned out to be like a deflated ball, and it was quickly shriveled.
When he landed on the ground, he seemed to have turned into a mummy, his eyes were deep, his whole body was crimson, and his whole body was covered with cracks. It seemed that he would shatter and he would split.
The next moment, Chu Yan's figure fell in front of him, looking down at Zhou Mu.
Zhou Mu had not died at this time, his eyes were blood-red, as if they were two red glass beads, staring at Chu Yan.
Seeing Chu Yan taking away the storage magic weapons on him, Zhou Mu was powerless.%&(&
At this moment, he even tried his best to move his fingers.
But for him, the luckiest thing now is that Chu Yan did not kill him immediately, allowing him to survive for a while.
But this is also the cruelest.
Because waiting for the arrival of death and watching one's own magic weapon be taken away one by one, is the most tormenting thing.
Storage bags, storage necklaces, storage bracelets, storage rings, storage magic weapons filled with various inherited storage are now in Chu Yan's hands.
"I didn't expect this guy to have so many magic weapons." When Chu Yan took away these storage magic weapons, he opened them and glanced.
The other party had the number of various magic weapons, which made Chu Yan feel a little shocked for a moment.
In fact, it really doesn’t mean that the other party has a pile of magic weapons and weapons.
The treasures Chu Yan has seen are not considered to be rare. He has faced them directly with a larger scale than this.
The main reason is that for a single monk, the number of spiritual weapons Zhou Mu possesses can definitely be considered a wealthy person.
Some small-scale sects probably do not have so many spiritual weapons to provide for their disciples.
"Haha, I will decompose it into materials for forging and melting magic weapons." Chu Yan said to himself.
At this time, he saw Zhou Mu's lips move.
Obviously, the other party was so angry that he was resurrected by Chu Yan's extravagant behavior.
While his lips were stammering, a hoarse and unpleasant voice came from his throat: "I am going to... come to you...... has nothing to do with the Limit Gate..."
His statement was quite conscientious.
Zhou Mu was worried that Chu Yan would take his anger out of the Limit Sect because of his personal behavior.
If Chu Yan can be killed, Zhou Mu will be the hero of the Quanji Sect.
But if it fails, Chu Yan will inevitably think that the Sengji Gate holds a grudge against him, so he appointed Zhou Mu to attack him.
Especially when Zhou Mu still attacked, it would be even more annoying.
At this moment, Zhou Mu felt scared.
Chu Yan glanced at him sideways and said lightly: "No."
When Zhou Mu heard Chu Yan's statement, his eyes moved and seemed to feel at ease.
But the next moment, Chu Yan said, "You are a slight person and you can't represent the limit gate at all."
Zhou Mu's thin chest suddenly fluttered violently, his eyes seemed to be about to burn, obviously being stimulated by extreme strong stimulation, his mouth suddenly opened, and with a puff, he spat out a thin blood arrow, causing the last trace of blood in his body.
Squeeze it thoroughly, and then it doesn't move.
He died with his eyes open, his mouth slightly opened, and his body still kept his last struggle.
Zhou Mu died unwillingly.
However, Chu Yan's last sentence is indeed a killing person.
"Who asked you to sneak attack me?" Chu Yan snorted coldly, raised his hand and pointed at the other party's corpse, "Blood-coagulation divine finger!"
The blood lines were intertwined, like a big net. With a cut, Zhou Mu's body suddenly turned into countless pieces. At this time, the strong wind rolled up by Chu Yan's long sleeves was blown, and it was immediately scattered on the cliff and threw it into the circle.
At least a dozen miles away, no one can join him together.
To solve the trouble that came out halfway, Chu Yan returned to the spiritual boat and set off again. By the way, he checked the magic weapons obtained from Zhou Mu one by one according to the storage magic weapons.
After the examination, Chu Yan's face showed a look of what was expected and a little disappointed.
Although Zhou Mu's spiritual weapons and magic weapons are numerous, there are no high-level spiritual weapons.
The intermediate spiritual weapons are Wanbao Kunlun and Nine Palaces Wilderness Tower.
The others are all spiritual energy.
But Chu Yan sighed regretfully at this moment. If other monks saw it, they would probably jump up in anger and poke Chu Yan's chest with their fingers on the spot.
Magic weapons at the level of spiritual weapons, regardless of the grade, as long as you have them, it will be enough to satisfy many cultivators in the state of mind.
And Chu Yan was still picky at this time!
It’s like many hungry people feel thankful if they can eat a bite of brown rice. But Chu Yan is now frowning at a large bowl of braised pork because he dislikes the meat being a bit fat.
Such a person is a miracle not to be beaten to death.
But there is no way. Your Highness Chu is no longer the ordinary cultivator who has just entered the immortal sect and is poor and careless.
Now he also has the strength and power to select magic weapons.
Those low-level magic weapons, as Chu Yan said before, were loaded up by him at this time, and after returning, they were completely dissolved into melted casting materials.
The only two remaining items, namely the magic weapon that Zhou Mu used to deal with Chu Yan as a box, was left in his hands by Chu Yan, and looked carefully at it.