It was related to his father's safety. At this moment, Yingjun was also willing to risk his life. He opened his mouth and tore off the right half of the middle-aged male cultivator's body.
With a sigh, he spat out the black sledgehammer, and chewed it hard for a few times. When he looked at the middle-aged male cultivator, only the broken left half of his body was left.
Flesh, flesh and bones were covered with criss-crossing wounds, and his eyes were still fixed on the fear of the last moment before death.
The only thing that can be said to be lucky is that he died relatively quickly and did not suffer much pain.
At this time, Yingjun pounced forward again, grabbed the remaining half of the body in his mouth, and swallowed it directly.
The blood stained its big white teeth scarlet.
And it did not forget to gnash its teeth and mutter: "I told you to sneak attack on my dad, I told you to sneak attack on my dad, bite you to death, bite you to death!"
Old man: "..."
My heart aches so much, my heart is so painful.
There is still a smell of despair in the air.
The old man wanted to break free from this chain at this moment.
But no matter how he moved his spiritual energy, the chain would not move at all.
Not only that, he was horrified to find that the puppets he originally controlled had lost contact with him after being entangled in chains, and they could no longer sense them.
At this time, Chu Yan took a step out of the billowing smoke.
The spiritual energy formed a layer of protective energy on the surface of his body, so he was still spotless at this moment.
Seeing that Chu Yan was unharmed, the old man's expression became even more ugly.
At this time, anyone who is not a fool will encounter an existence that he cannot afford to offend.
"This, this is a misunderstanding..." The old man stuck out his tongue and said with difficulty.
Chu Yan looked at the blood stains on the other party's body, felt the surging blood contained in it, and said lightly: "It's not a misunderstanding."
After saying that, he opened his five fingers, pressed them on the opponent's Tianling Cap, and pressed down.
Bang!
The old man's head and body were instantly exploded into blood.
The puppets he had controlled before seemed to have lost their support at this moment, and they all collapsed.
"Chu Yan, how are you? Do you know where my father is?" Yingjun just glanced at the mass of flesh and blood, then looked at Chu Yan nervously.
Obviously, compared to the blood food of Tian Xinjing, dad's comfort is definitely more important.
Chu Yan nodded: "I only had a three-point guess before, but now that these two people have appeared, I am eight-point sure."
After saying that, Chu Yan suddenly pushed up his body, erupting with a majesty that supported the heaven and earth.
The billowing smoke and dust surging around were all immediately dispersed.
Bundles of dark chains, densely packed, came through the air and shot out from the depths of the void, like mushrooms after a rain.
In an instant, the chains were intertwined with each other within hundreds of miles around, giving people an airtight, dragnet-like feeling.
Chu Yan's consciousness also enveloped the surroundings, and in an instant, he discovered something strange.
In this big net, there is an obvious blank space.
The mesh formed there is significantly larger than elsewhere.
Chu Yan immediately focused all his attention on that place.
The powerful consciousness is like a big brush, brushing back and forth several times.
Soon, some abnormal spatial distortions and thin formations appeared in front of Chu Yan's eyes.
Chu Yan cannot be entirely blamed for not being able to discover it at the first time.
Because the people who set up the formation were not only extremely skillful in their techniques, but also used the phantom formation to hide the existence of the phantom formation.
It is equivalent to saying that a set of continuous phantom formations is used to hide these phantom formations deeper from each other.
Chu Yan only felt a little strange before, but if it were any other monk, he would have flown over directly.
The old man and the middle-aged monk also felt that Chu Yan had stayed here for a relatively long time and had exposed their flaws, so they used tricks to kill Chu Yan.
As a result, not only was he counterattacked, but the serial illusion formation here was also exposed to Chu Yan.
"Found it!" Chu Yan took a big breath, put away all the chains, moved his body, and in an instant, he came to the edge of the illusion array.
He hovered in mid-air, raised his foot and stamped down sharply.
In an instant, the wind surged and thunderclouds rolled.
A bolt of purple lightning, like an angry dragon, entangled itself on Chu Yan's legs and crashed down.
boom!
The void seemed to set off waves, undulating and spreading around, crackling and breaking like glass.
This scene made Yingjun open his eyes wide.
And as this layer of void shattered, several collapsed mountains appeared in front of Chu Yan and Yingjun.
At the same time, strong bloody smells rose into the sky, making people take a breath and feel as if they were being dragged into a sea of blood.
This kind of blood is very familiar to both Chu Yan and Ying Jun.
"Dad!" Yingjun yelled.
But what responded to it was a thick white fog that suddenly rose from the ground.
This dense fog and treacherous clouds spread and surged silently, rising to the mountainside in a moment, blocking everything below.
Yingjun immediately grasped Chu Yan's shoulders.
Chu Yan looked at the white mist and snorted coldly: "You've already been exposed, and you still want to hide it again? Zixiao Thunder Dragon!"
Click!
Purple lightning falls from the sky.
Chu Yan grasped it in his hand.
The lightning spread instantly, like sharp knives, cutting through the thick white mist in an instant.
The clouds of white mist were cut into pieces and disintegrated more and more around them.
Suddenly, the mountain peaks covered by clouds and mist slowly emerged again.
Yingjun poked his head and looked down eagerly.
It knew that there must be a killing formation in the clouds, otherwise, Chu Yan would have led it to charge down together.
So at this time, Yingjun could only forcefully endure and wait patiently.
The thunder light became more and more dense, and the thick white mist was almost torn into pieces at this time. When the wind blew, a large piece of it dissipated.
It was about to collapse completely.
At this moment, a loud shout came from the depths of the white mist.
"Junior sister, help me stop him!"
"There are others." Chu Yan's eyes narrowed.
The next moment, a flute sounded, and soon a melody was played.
If you hadn't heard it with your own ears, it would have been unimaginable that the crisp flute sound could actually produce the melody of fighting and war.
In an instant, whining sounds sounded from all directions.
Among the sounds of the wind, there were cries, wailings, roars, the sound of banging swords, and the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart.
At the same time, a fishy stench and the smell of rust also emerged spontaneously.
It seems like a bloody battlefield is about to arrive at this moment.
Just as this thought came into Chu Yan's mind, a light spot suddenly appeared in each of the four directions around him.
And these four light spots expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into four portals dozens of stories high.
Every portal seemed to be connected to a tragic battlefield. The smell of iron and blood immediately surrounded Chu Yan.