The monks in the Demon Slayer Pavilion looked at Chu Yan and laughed wildly.
His face was full of pride and joking.
But after a while, the expression on his face began to solidify.
Although the smile was still on his face, it seemed extremely forced at this time.
Doubts and embarrassments began to surface.
Because not far ahead, although the green flames were still burning, Chu Yan's body remained motionless.
And not even a single scream came out.
"Is he already dead?" After a while, the monk from the Demon Slayer Pavilion couldn't help but have this thought in his mind.
He pondered for a moment, a fierce light appeared in his eyes, and he swung his arm violently.
A thick black chain, like a black python, shot toward Chu Yan with a clatter.
The chain moved in the air, and suddenly the sound of rolling water could be heard.
The surrounding void was shaken, squeezed and folded, as if it was about to break in the next moment.
The chain flew in front of Chu Yan, turned violently, and after a few clatters, Chu Yan was tightly tied up.
But Chu Yan's body still hovered there motionless.
Not even the smallest resistance was made.
Seeing this scene, the monks from the Demon Slayer Pavilion breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems that he was already dead the moment he was hit by the Nine-Death Ghost Infant Thunder." He snorted coldly, looking back and forth at Chu Yan with an unkind look, "You are really getting an advantage, otherwise, I originally planned to
Put you... huh?"
Before he finished speaking, the monk saw the chains binding Chu Yan suddenly move.
Then, the entire chain broke inch by inch.
The Demon Slayer Pavilion monk's breath suddenly became stagnant and his eyes widened: "What's going on..."
Hula——
Immediately afterwards, the burning green flame was immediately extinguished.
Chu Yan was unscathed and stood there, his eyes without the whites of his eyes looking at the monks of the Ghost Killing Pavilion.
Although it was only a faint glance, it immediately made the Demon Slayer monk's heartstrings tighten and his internal organs twitch.
"This, how could this happen...Nine Death Ghost Infant Thunder..."
"What you're talking about...is this..." Chu Yan raised his hand.
A dark skull, the size of an adult's fist, was being tossed in his palm.
Although it was impossible for the skull to express an expression, at this moment, the Demon Slayer monk could clearly feel the resentment in the skull, and the ghost spirit was trembling, fearful, and frightened.
"..." His face suddenly turned blue and white.
Chu Yan raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a mocking smile. When the skull fell back into his palm, he clenched it with his five fingers.
Click——
As a faint scream of despair came from the void, the skull was immediately crushed into pieces, exploded into powder, and shattered into ashes.
"Any... broken... things... should be treated as... treasures..."
Monk from Ghost Killing Pavilion: "..."
Seeing the other party crushing the remaining nine skulls one by one with a tone full of disgust, the dust rose into the air, and the heart of the monk from the Demon Slayer Pavilion sank to the bottom bit by bit. He felt that the blood in his body was all over his body at this moment.
Everything froze, and my hands and feet became cold.
Not only because the opponent suddenly became ten times or a hundred times stronger at this moment, but also because during this process, he tried to contact the Nine Dead Ghost Infant Lei to recall the opponent, but he did not get any response.
The other party stood there, and his aura alone cut off the connection between himself and the magic weapon!
"Who are you?" The monk from Demon Slayer Pavilion felt his throat was dry. After swallowing hard, he asked in a hoarse voice.
Although I know I shouldn't give up, with my own ability, it is still possible to escape.
But he didn't know why, but at this time, waves of desperate thoughts seemed to be like a tide, constantly flooding into his heart, and he couldn't stop it.
The other party just stood there, but the terrifying pressure was like an ancient god, making him feel that his soul was about to be crushed into pieces of paper.
Sweat instantly soaked the robe on his body.
Every time I took a breath, my chest felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on me, which was extremely difficult.
However, the monks from the Demon Slayer Pavilion were still struggling to hold on.
Even though sweat was pouring into his eyes at this moment, making them sting extremely, he looked at Chu Yan and wanted to know how Chu Yan did it.
"You... don't deserve... to know..."
boom!
After saying this, Chu Yan took a step forward.
At this moment, the mountains and rivers were shaking, the sun and the moon were shaking, and the stars in the sky were about to fall suddenly.
In an instant, Chu Yan was in front of the monks of Ghost Killing Pavilion: "I want to ask you... a... question..."
"Wha, what?" The monk from Ghost Slayer Pavilion shivered.
If any monk saw this scene at this moment, it would be absolutely incredible.
A monk at the third level of the Heavenly Mind Realm was as weak as a little white rabbit in front of a monk at the first level of the Heavenly Heart Realm.
"How much...money am I worth..."
"Huh?" The Demon Slayer Pavilion monk was stunned for a moment before he realized what the other party wanted to ask.
But at this time, this guy asked what to do!
Although he thought so in his heart, the monks from the Demon Slayer Pavilion did not dare to say anything.
His face was pale, he raised a trembling hand and raised a finger.
"One hundred million...spiritual stones...well..." Chu Yan frowned.
The Demon Slayer Pavilion monk trembled and almost fell from the air.
Are you kidding me? 100 million spirit stones are more than enough to hire a monk at the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm!
Chu Yan saw the clues from the other party's fleeting expression.
He narrowed his eyes slightly: "One thousand... ten thousand... spiritual stones..."
Ten times less, this person's mood suddenly became not so good.
The monks from Ghost Killing Pavilion also noticed Chu Yan's dissatisfaction.
But ten million is really not a small amount.
In Demon Slayer Pavilion, ten million spirit stones is the lowest price for asking Zifu Realm to sell it.
But, but, you are only at the first level of the Heavenly Heart Realm, so it is not the turn of the Zifu Realm to take action - thinking of this, the monk of the Ghost Killing Pavilion wanted to cry.
Looking at the other party's deformed facial features and the two big tears in his eyes, the coldness in His Highness Chu's eyes was like a biting cold wind, almost freezing the surrounding area for hundreds of miles.
The originally clear sky was now covered with dark clouds, and heavy leaden-gray clouds were pressing down heavily, giving people a sense of despair that the sky was about to collapse.
"Only...one million..." Chu Yan's dissatisfaction at this moment could be felt by even an idiot.
Although he knew that admitting it would directly ignite the other party's accumulated dissatisfaction and anger, under Chu Yan's oppressive gaze, the monk from the Demon Slayer Pavilion did not dare to lie at all.
When two lines of hot tears finally flowed down, he nodded.
Then Chu Yan's hand pressed on his head.
The five fingers were like mountains, which instantly made the monk of Ghost Killing Pavilion feel that the sun and moon were upside down and the five elements were in disorder.
"Too...cheap..."
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the monk from the Demon Slayer Pavilion was like a meteor hammer, being thrown up in mid-air by Chu Yan.