For a moment, Chen Yan felt like his head was going to explode.
This pain was even stronger than when he first received the Evil King's inheritance. His entire head felt as if it was not his, until at a certain moment, he discovered that his entire body was no longer his.
He was stripped of control of his body.
Being controlled by the young lady in the coffin.
"Hey, is it this knife?!"
Chen Yan spoke, but in fact it was not Chen Yan himself who was speaking, but the young lady in the coffin.
But Chen Yan could feel himself holding the knife, and even felt his left hand grabbing the spot between his legs and squeezing it.
"Ah——, it hurts!"
"It's really troublesome to have this thing, so I might as well cut it off!"
Chen Yan was immediately startled and shouted quickly: "No, beautiful lady, please don't!"
Finally, she didn't really take action, but said to Chen Yan: "Since you took advantage of a life-saving opportunity, I will kindly tell you something. Now you can clearly feel your physical condition, as well as the flow of true energy and strength.
The way of the explosion, I only use one move, which is the chicken-killing knife technique I gave you before. How much you can master depends on your own ability."
And at this time.
The old monk, Zhu Pangbin and others all gathered around Chen Yan.
Seeing him stand up slowly, and the expression on his face turned out to be that kind of extremely contemptuous, looking at everyone as if they were looking at garbage, which made people want to beat him.
"Damn it, what's going on with this kid's eyes?"
"Are you looking down on us?"
"You are about to die, and you still dare to be so arrogant?"
Chen Yan snorted softly and said with an arrogant look on his face: "You're right, trash like you really don't have the qualifications for me to take a serious look at you, so let's all go to hell!"
The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the donor is stubborn and stubborn, so I can only use something hard."
He bullied himself to deal the final blow to Chen Yan.
Chen Yan raised his knife fiercely.
"Thunder Sword, Nine Thunder Slash!"
The lonely black knife actually attracted nine thunder and lightning in the sky, like nine thunder dragons.
This small space is densely packed with crackling and bright thunder and lightning.
"ah--"
"What is this? Is this still a martial art?"
"It's not so outrageous to transform true energy into shape, right?"
"Is it the magic of Longhu Mountain?"
Everyone shouted and were stunned.
The old monk originally slapped Chen Yan's dantian with his palm, intending to destroy his entire body, but was frightened by the thunder and lightning that suddenly appeared in front of him, making his scalp numb.
"not good!"
He backed away instantly.
But where is it too late?
The young lady in the coffin used the Nine Thunder Slash technique. As soon as it was slashed, nine lightning bolts swept across the entire Tianliang Temple hall.
"Boom!"
The old monk was the first to bear the brunt and was cut across by a knife in an instant.
He screamed, and his body was cut into two pieces, but there was no blood at all on the wound, as if it had been scalded by high temperature and was burnt.
at the same time.
Wherever the nine lightning bolts pass, no one can stop them.
In an instant, none of the martial arts masters fanning out in front of Chen Yan could still stand.
One move, all destroyed.
Even the four statues of female Bodhisattvas suffered damage.
Chen Yan is now considered a murderer, and he has already achieved the Hundred-Man Killing achievement, but when faced with the scene where the young lady in the coffin kills everyone with one move like this, he is still very frightened and feels his scalp numb.
However, she still felt unsatisfied and complained: "Hey, it's too weak! They died before I even exerted my strength."
Mudd!
I have to admit, no matter if you are faking it or not, I am still shocked by you.
The young lady in the coffin controlled Chen Yan's body and walked a few steps. Her posture was so weird, she was walking with her legs crossed!