Seeing that Chu Yan had no fear and continued to attack him, the eyes of the dead soul suddenly widened and widened.
The malice and hatred in his eyes almost turned into actual flames, spurting out.
"I can kill even the Purple Mansion Realm. You are just a little dead soul that I hooked out of the gate of hell. Why do you..."
"Little dead soul?"
Chu Yan, who had been very cold before, seemed to be ignited at this moment, and roared: "How dare you call me little dead soul?"
boom!
A wave of air, like a huge surging wave, burst out from Chu Yan's body.
At this moment, the waxy hard shell covering them was cracking and cracking.
The dead soul was forced by the momentum and was a little frightened.
Why did this guy react so loudly?
Why is he so angry?
Did I say something wrong?
The dead soul has three questions in its mind.
"I'll let you know who is Xiao! Xiao! Death! Soul!"
The answer was Chu Yan's roar.
His anger was like boiling oil poured over boiling water, rushing in front of the dead soul in an instant.
Five fingers turned into claws, and he grabbed it violently.
The dead soul was stunned for a moment, and then felt a sharp pain coming from his chest.
His blood-red eyes revealed all kinds of disbelief, and he lowered his head.
Suddenly, it saw that its chest was pierced by the opponent.
At this moment, Chu Yan's arm was buried into its chest at elbow level.
"This, how is this possible...I, I am a dead soul..." The dead soul stammered when he spoke at this moment.
This old voice suddenly became sharp.
A fierce light flashed in Chu Yan's eyes.
Obviously, his anger was far from being vented.
"The ones you kill are the souls of the dead!"
The other arm waved violently.
Boom!
The surface of Chu Yan's arm instantly condensed with yellow-green light.
This yellow-green light turned into a huge sickle in an instant.
The sickle is wrapped around the chain.
There are skeletons strung on the chains.
At this moment, these skeletons opened their mouths and let out sharp roars and roars.
"What's this!"
The dead soul screamed.
Although it didn't know where the sickle came from, it felt an extremely ferocious and terrifying aura from the sickle.
This breath is like a scourge, it will be swallowed up in the next moment.
The dead soul wants to struggle and escape.
But the chest was pierced and it couldn't move at all.
"No--"
Amidst the sharp howling, the dead soul could only watch as the sickle struck him fiercely, and in an instant, it was torn into dozens of pieces like a piece of paper.
And this hasn't stopped yet.
After all, the dead soul itself has no entity.
This method that can cause ordinary people to die is not enough to annihilate the souls of the dead.
And Chu Yan's methods are obviously not over yet.
He took a step forward and grabbed it with his fingers.
These squirming fragments of dead souls were immediately unable to move and could only hover in place and slowly squirm.
"Hey, little ghost?"
Chu Yan made a disdainful sound from his nose, and his palms shook violently.
A wail came from the depths of the void as the fragments of the dead soul exploded into smoke.
This wailing contained endless unwillingness, regret, and despair.
But that doesn't stop it from being killed without the ability to resist.
Looking at the smoke, Chu Yan's dark eyes flashed with a strange luster.
He leaned forward slightly, closed his eyes, and took a deep sniff of the smoke.
Suddenly, in the smoke, two green hazes of light floated out like light smoke and penetrated into his nostrils.
Taking a deep breath, Chu Yan stood and didn't move for a long time, with a look of intoxication on his face.
"It's such a nostalgic taste. It's much better than the last time."
With a sigh, Chu Yan opened his eyes.
At this moment, his body staggered, but he quickly regained his balance.
At the same time, the dark ink-like color in his eyes also showed a trace of ripples.
"Is this body unable to bear it? Really... really..." After thinking for a while, Chu Yan couldn't help but cursed, "How can it be so bad!"
Having said that, he still tried to stand up straight.
"But I can't go back now."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his finger and flicked it towards the waxy wall beside him.
Crackling!
Suddenly, the "eggshell" that trapped him inside shattered and peeled off.
But before that, Lin Miaoran tried her best and couldn't leave even a shallow mark on it.
"Chu Yan!"
Seeing Chu Yan coming out alone, Lin Miaoran was suddenly surprised and happy.
Her heart was in a state of turmoil.
Because she was isolated just now, she didn't know the specific situation inside the "eggshell" at all.
But now that she saw Chu Yan come out safe and sound, she didn't know how to describe the excitement in her heart.
But soon, Lin Miaoran discovered something was wrong with Chu Yan.
Chu Yan's temperament has changed significantly from before.
In the past, Chu Yan was also arrogant, but it was not the arrogance with his nostrils turned upward. Rather, he had a high-spirited spirit and a reassuring composure, always feeling that everything was under control.
But at this moment, Chu Yan's whole body exuded a terrifying and unruly aura.
It was as if his whole body was covered with thorns, and his sharp edges stood out. No matter who provoked him or not, he would trample them under his feet.
And this kind of situation has never happened to Chu Yan.
The next moment, Lin Miaoran also noticed Chu Yan's dark pupils.
The original expression of surprise was frozen on his face, and then gradually faded away.
Instead, there was a vigilant look on Lin Miaoran's face.
She held the Qiushui Sword tightly, took a step back, and asked tentatively: "Chu Yan?"
Chu Yan stopped for a moment and turned to look at her.
Lin Miaoran's heart tightened.
The other party's bottomless dark eyes seemed like a big hand that instantly grabbed her throat, making her unable to breathe.
At this moment, Lin Miaoran's whole body became tense and her scalp became numb.
The Qiushui Sword in his hand instinctively pointed towards Chu Yan.
"Who are you!" Lin Miaoran's voice trembled.
If the person in front of her at this moment was Chu Yan whose body was taken over by the dead soul, she would never accept it.
But Chu Yan just glanced at her and didn't respond at all. He quickly turned his head and looked at the Bone Throne not far away.
Narrowing his eyes, Chu Yan walked towards the Bone Throne.
"Who are you! What did you do to Chu Yan!" Lin Miaoran suppressed the fear in her heart, stepped forward and asked.
Chu Yan ignored her at all, as if he didn't hear Lin Miaoran's words at all. After a moment, he walked to the bone throne.
The heads on the Throne of Bones now opened their mouths and faced him, as if they were wailing silently.
Chu Yan let out a disdainful sneer from his nostrils.
The next moment, he raised his fist and smashed it down.
The power of a punch is like a meteor hitting the ground.
boom!
The Throne of Bones instantly exploded and fell into pieces.