After all, the gold master just paid the deposit, and the remaining spiritual stone has not been delivered.
If Yuan Yan is dead now, he will not only lose the two masters of the two heavenly minds, but this large amount of spiritual stone will not be able to return.
In addition, there is seven or eighty miles away from the town. Even if the other party is a state of mind, it is not weak.
This distance is enough to throw Yuan Yan into the cracks of the space by himself, and then get into it yourself.
As long as you enter the spatial crack, it will be safe.
The purple shirt man was ashamed and aggrieved at this moment.
However, he also understands that the priority is to leave here first.
Others, let's talk about it.
However, Yuan Yan, who was thrown into the crack of space, seemed to hit the big clock heavily, and he bounced back, full of blood.
"What's the matter?" The purple shirt man was taken aback.
Although the spatial crack looks small, but this kind of thing is not based on the size.
At this time, this crack makes people more than enough to get into it.#@$&
But just last moment, the man in purple could see clearly that when Yuan Ye flew over, he seemed to hit an invisible wall of air.
Unexpectedly, such a change in such a change, the man in the purple shirt was stunned.
He has delayed time for this, and he couldn't care about Yuan Yue's death.
The movement is as fast as lightning.
The next moment, bang!%& (& &
With a muffled sound, the man in purple felt as if he had bumped into a running giant iron-armored beast.
For a moment, my head was dizzy, as if it had cracked into dozens of pieces, and my whole body was even more painful. It was a hundred times more painful than Lingchi, and I almost fainted on the spot.
"What's going on!"
This thought came to his mind, but he was immediately overwhelmed by severe pain.
Chu Yan performed thousands of miles of leisurely garden and had already arrived in front of the two of them at this moment.
The words of death are cut in the air.
Hey!
Yuan Yan was separated by his head, and his blood spilled.
Until he died, he didn't understand what happened in such a short time.
When the dead language was cut into the purple shirt man, the man suddenly appeared a red light, like a film, covering him.
With a sound of Dang, the dead language cut out a eye -catching Mars on this purple -shirt man's chest, but he did not kill the man.
"Faculty?" Chu Yan's eyes condensed.
After all, he was a cultivator of Tianxin. He had just hit hard. Although the man in purple was briefly confused, his spiritual energy and blood energy in his body were circulating together, and in a flash, he returned to Qingming.
But at this moment he returned to God and was startled.
Because he did not expect that Chu Yan was so direct. After he was in front of him, he directly raised his sword to kill.
"I am a ghostly killing cabinet ..." He panicked and immediately reported his identity.
As a result, he just shouted half a sentence and was interrupted by Chu Yan: "Is it amazing to have a talisman?"
After the words came, another sword was slashed.
clang!
Mars that exploded in an instant, as if there was a fire on this purple shirt man.
Although the amulet can keep him from being harmed, he still smashed his body on the ground severely and smashed a big pit.
Chu Yan lift his sword, cut again!
Bang!
The earth collapsed, the man's body of the purple shirt was deeply trapped, and the tears of the blockbuster spread towards the surroundings.
But the light of the amulet is still strong.
Chu Yan narrowed his eyes.
At this time, there was already speculation in his heart.
This amulet can be made by at least a cultivator in the Purple Mansion Realm.
Although his current strength is enough to kill the third level of Tianxin Realm, he still has no ability to resist in front of the Zifu Realm.
This gully is like a natural trench!
If the ordinary monk, at this moment I realized that the amulet was made by the monk of Zifu, I am afraid that the legs and feet were scared. When the identity was not exposed, it would be serious to escape from this place.
But at this moment, Chu Yan suddenly aroused a stronger murderous intent.
The Guishen Pavilion repeatedly causes trouble for me, and just a talisman that can only be beaten, wants to scare me away?
I'll be sure to kill this man in purple!
Moreover, Chu Yan also understood at this time that this purple shirt man was just a heavenly state of mind, but he had the amulet made by the monk of purple mansion, which shows that his identity is definitely not simple.
generally.
"I am Guishen Pavilion..." The man in purple also wanted to reveal his identity.
"The one who killed is your Ghost Kill Pavilion!" Chu Yan shouted loudly, and his other arm waved in the air, "Zhu Yan!"
One -handed death, cutting inflammation in one hand.
The snow and snow fluttered, the fire was rose around.
"Three corpse dead swords!"
"Taiyi leaves a fire knife!"
The torrent of the frost and fire is generally poured out, and it is blasted on the glow of the amulet of the purple shirt man.
"Extremely angry sword!"
"Tianxing!" Chu Yan shook his dead voice, clenched his right fist, and the light quickly condensed in the palm of his palm.
The eight sword light in the heavenly punishment, at the same time, quickly turn around in Chu Yanyou.
"Everything is destroyed by the soul!"
"Cui Liu Huating!"
"Hades!"
"Sword Ridge Peaks!"
"Sky River Thunderstorm!"
Slip -pinching tactics, six flying swords flying out, rotating quickly, forming a magnificent killing array.
"Hongmeng Galaxy Array!"
Boom!
At this moment of the earth, it seemed to be trampled by the ancient fierce beasts, constantly collapsed, and collapsed.
The abandoned town dozens of miles away was shaken into ruins at this moment.
Under the constant bombardment of Chu Yan, the light of this amulet began to fade gradually.
Because the amulets only store the power injected by the refiners.
Each time to resist Chu Yan's magical power, it will consume part of the power, and this power will not be supplemented at this time.
On the contrary, Chu Yan's aura, Chu Yan's killing tricks, like the rolling river, endless, endless.
Chu Yan is fighting a war of attrition at this moment.
But for the purple shirt man, once the amulet is lost, it is his death.
At this moment, there was endless fear on his face and eyes.
"Ghost Killing Pavilion is just collecting money. If you want to find this, find Yuan Ye, have nothing to do with me!"
"Do you know who I am! Don't look at me just a shopkeeper of the ghost killing cabinet, in fact, I ..."
"Shut your mouth!" Chu Yan was cut off again Taiyi from the fire knife.
The flames, like a craze, burst out deafening sounds, and forced the voice of the man in purple.
At this time, Chu Yan had bombarded it for a while, and he could clearly feel that the power of this amulet was already at the end of the crossbow.
"Break me!"
Chu Yan took a breath, such as swallowing the mountains and rivers, the aura in the body, and the bombardment, which was promoted to the extreme.
"Heaven!"
This time, the right hand seven -handles flying swords, melting gold iron, like the sun.
Holding the left hand void, the clouds of the sky plummeted, and the thunder was rolling, as if to destroy the sky.
The purple shirt man with no resistance at this moment seemed to have foreseen his destiny at this time, his face was pale, his face trembled.
Chu Yan has no expression, and his palms fall together.