The tornadoes flying out at this time are all resentful souls that are condensed but not dispersed here.
He was attacked and killed by Chu Yan with his ice magical powers and forced them out.
Although these resentful souls are numerous, hundreds of tornados are whistling, sweeping between the sky and the earth, and moving at will, they will pull out long gullies on the ground, but they are weaker than the dead soul who sneaked into Chu Yan's attack on him.
I don't know how many.
Chu Yan snorted coldly, and silver light flashed between his eyebrows.
"Sword Second Type!"
Alas!
The world was suddenly covered by a cold light.
Everything seemed to be in the cold winter, with the falling trees rustling, revealing an extremely solemn and cold smell.
Almost in a moment, the faces on the tornado all showed a look of extreme fear, and they wailed and condensed into half-human and half-beast figures, fleeing wildly around.
But as soon as their bodies moved slightly, they were cut into pieces immediately.
Then the fire shone, and they were like cinders scattered in the air, and they were immediately burned clean.
For Chu Yan, these dead souls can be solved by Chu Yan without even the effort to eat.
But just as Chu Yan was about to leave this place and continue flying forward to explore, suddenly, his heart moved and he fell down.
Just as tornados were rising, they burst into bottomless pits on the ground.
Chu Yan came to the front of one of the big pits and looked down.
This big pit is obviously different from the surrounding big pits.
Although the pits around are gloomy and weird, as dark as ink, they give people a feeling, which is due to their depth.
However, the big pit that Chu Yan faced at this time was lingering in the grey mist, and even vaguely, the sound of chanting could be heard, just as if there were many people praying inside.
"Your feeling is really not wrong." Chu Yan said.
The next moment, the voice of the man came from inside the Gate of Hell: "This... may be... a bit... tricky..."
"Well, I've seen it." Chu Yan looked at the slowly flowing gray mist and nodded, "The dead souls are often full of killing because they have a natural pursuit of blood food, but in this deep pit,
But the guy gave me a sacred and inviolable taste.
If it was in another place, I might also think that this is a master and powerful person.
But here, it can only be said that the dead soul has escaped from the essence of the dead soul and transcended to another stage, and has reached the true immortal realm with the cultivator and completed the transformation of the life level."
"Not bad..." The person behind the Gate of Hell affirmed Chu Yan's statement.
"In that case, as soon as I came to this city of glory, I met a powerful guy." While Chu Yan spoke, his figure flashed and flew into the deep pit like a stream of light.
Go in.
At Chu Yan's speed, the deep pit on the ground can reach the bottom in just a moment.
But at this time, this big pit seemed to be a bottomless pit. Chu Yan flew for almost a quarter of an hour, but there was still no sign of reaching the bottom.
There was only thicker and thicker gray smoke around, and louder singing, telling Chu Yan that he was getting closer to the target, otherwise, he would have thought he was lost in a large formation.
middle.
After flying down for a while, Chu Yan suddenly stopped.
At this time, the gray mist around him had become thicker and looked like turbid water.
Not only that, the chanting sound drilled into his ears from all directions, as if the sound of a demon was heard, even if it blocked the ear hole, it could not be stopped.
When I was on the ground before, I could feel calm when I heard this chanting, but at this moment the sound around me became more and more rapid and straight into the hearts of people, and it actually gave people a bloody vein. I wish I could yell.
, ran around until he died of exhaustion.
Chu Yan sneered: "Twisting the void and confusing the yin and yang, I want to see what you are."
After the words came, Chu Yan took off the Witch Emperor Sunset Bow on his back, swept his spiritual sense, quickly determined a position, and then pulled the bow and shot.
In an instant, a dazzling stream of fire ignited the dark pit.
The fire burst into flames, and the end seemed to have hit something, and suddenly exploded.
Suddenly, it seemed as if it had detonated thousands of summer fireworks, countless broken lights, like fire trees and silver flowers, illuminating the void as if it was daylight, almost melting on the spot.
Cracked!
At the same time, the surrounding void began to shatter under this impact.
The entire void seemed to be unable to withstand Chu Yan's power, and began to collapse and be completely annihilated.
But at this moment, a sigh came from above Chu Yan.
"Alas, everyone is suffering, you are no exception."
This sigh was full of compassion, understanding and understanding.
Chu Yan looked up and saw an old man in gray robe appearing in the air.
The old man had a childish face and a kind face, like a wise elder, looking at Chu Yan with a pity.
On both sides of him were eight boys and girls, still singing in their mouths.
Although these eight boys and girls all look pink and cute, their eyes are like old people, with vicissitudes and turbidity, making people feel very uncomfortable.
Not only that, the uninterrupted chanting sounds were also heard from the mouths of these eight boys and girls.
It was obviously a young child, but the sound made was a man, woman, old and young, and not eight people, but more like eight hundred people or eight thousand people. This situation was simply creepy.
At this moment, the old man sighed, spread his five fingers and patted forward slightly.
The void that was constantly melting around stopped collapsing.
The continuous scattering fire also gathered in his palm and condensed into a ball.
The old man looked at Chu Yan, as if he was sure of victory, but he seemed to be condescending, and did not take Chu Yan seriously.
But the words he said were full of gentle tone: "It is your fate to be here. Since that's the case, I will enlighten you, eliminate your hostility, and become my boy under my seat.
In the future, educate the world and enjoy the supreme worship.”
As the old man finished speaking, the eight boys around him took a step forward, and the singing in his mouth became more and more rapid and loud, as if the sound of demons was heard, full of bewitching and seductive smell.
At this moment, around Chu Yan, the gray smoke began to condense the shadow of precious light.
These phantoms are all heart-wrenching pictures.
Chu Yan was above the throne, and hundreds of millions of monks were kneeling down.
Chu Yan stood in front of the treasure, and there were mountains of magic weapons and spirit stones in front of him.
Chu Yan also lay on his side on the bed, enjoying the service of countless beautiful female cultivators and enjoying all his glory and wealth.