The fire drew out an arc that was thousands of feet long.

There were no violent explosions, no violent fluctuations, and no sea of ​​fire filling the sky.

It's like a sharp knife cutting through the skin.

A hole was suddenly drawn in the sky, as if it had been cut open silently.

Three trembling figures appeared behind the opening.

Each one is in the Earth Element Realm.

But they were all wearing the robes of Tianya Sect disciples.

The only difference is that their robes have the marks belonging to the Ziwei Sect.

And underneath each mark, there is a small embroidery mark.

This embroidery mark, Chu Yan remembered that he had seen the same one on the body of General Yunxiao.

"That's it...you..." He spat out a sentence lightly.

Although it was intermittent, at this moment, it felt like dark clouds were pressing over the sky and the city was full of wind and snow.

One of the Earth Yuan realms tried to say something, but his lips just moved, and before his voice could even come out, the flames of Zhanyan burned him into a torch.

Next, the other two people could not escape the same fate.

Except for a leaf-shaped magic weapon that glowed with green light and was about the size of a palm, the three people's bodies, robes, flying swords, and storage bags were all burned cleanly.

When the leaf-shaped magic weapon was sucked into Chu Yan's hand, the blackness in his eyes quickly receded and his original clarity returned.

Breathing out a breath, Chu Yan looked at the fly ash that was being blown away by the sea breeze at the moment, shook his head and said: "In groups of three, they must have crape myrtle exquisite cannons on them. Just burn them like this. Isn't it too extravagant?"

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After a while, a faint voice came from his consciousness: "You have... me... and you want... other... something..." "You are unreliable."

Chu Yan shook his head and turned to look at Yingjun and Tangtang who were flying towards him.

At this moment, Yingjun, who had eaten and drank enough, was lying comfortably on Tangtang's back, with his belly up.

The majestic mirage white tiger carried the little white pig and flew quickly through the air.

At this time, Chu Yan discovered that Tangtang was flying faster than he imagined.

Even though it's not as good as the Heaven and Earth chessboard, it doesn't seem to be much different.

It seems that the little tiger improved a lot during his absence.

After flying over, Tangtang swooped down and ran into Chu Yan's arms.

Yingjun threw a storage bag underneath him to Chu Yan.

This is what Chu Yan told it before, people can eat it, but the storage magic weapon must be kept.

"The state of mind is so delicious. How can it be so delicious?"

The handsome man was still unfinished, and at the same time he winked at Chu Yan in a secretive way.

"You said the Tianxin state is delicious, so don't worry about the Earth Yuan state. The meat is too woody and not delicious."

Chu Yan naturally understood its meaning and said at this moment.

"I swallow everything in one go."

Handsome and argumentative.

When it was speaking, it didn't know if it was thinking of the three Earth Element realms that had just been burned to ashes by a fire, and another burst of saliva spewed out of its mouth.

Chu Yan ignored it and focused on the storage bag in his hand.

Jin Zhuying's storage bag has restrictions.

However, with a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, Chu Yan tore the restriction to shreds and then penetrated in unscrupulously.

There are not many good things in the Jinzhuying storage bag.

The treasures at the bottom of the box, the Red Dragon-Transforming Dragon Whip and the Savage Demon's Heavenly Pillar, were taken away by Chu Yan last time.

It seems that there was no time to restock this time.

"All the energy is spent on improving one's realm."

Chu Yan murmured, and Jin Zhuying's crab-claw-like arms appeared in his mind.

After that arm was chopped off by Chu Yan and flew out, Yingjun took it into his mouth.

At that time, Yingjun finished eating that arm and then went to squat on Jin Zhuying.

When Jin Zhuying saw Yingjun for the first time, she probably never would have imagined that his taste still lingered in his mouth... She rummaged through the storage bag for a while.

Just when Chu Yan had no expectations, his eyes were suddenly attracted by one of the purple-gold rattles.

The rattle itself doesn't seem to be anything special.

But Chu Yan smelled a hint of the smell of death on the bell.

Talking about the smell of dead people is actually not quite accurate.

To describe it in more vivid terms, it was this magic weapon that made Chu Yan feel gloomy and cold.

As for this feeling, Chu Yan only had similar memories when he came into contact with ghost items.

"What is this thing?"

Chu Yan took out the rattle.

The rattle is a tiny bit lighter than it looks.

The texture engraved on the surface is so fine that even if you look closely, you can't tell what the texture is. Only with your fingertips can you feel the slightest difference.

When Chu Yan used his spiritual consciousness to investigate, he was stunned.

There is actually a space in this rattle.

And this space is not a space similar to a "storage space". It is a void environment that makes people feel cold all over and makes the hairs stand on end.

In this environment at this moment, Chu Yan saw several human figures condensed by light.

These human figures were chained to broken wooden piles, looking extremely eerie and strange.

Among these human figures, Chu Yan even saw two familiar faces: Ke Yu and Pan Mengchen.

The two of them could no longer be called human beings at this time. Their eyes were dull and their expressions were dull. They were chained to wooden posts.

"This is...the soul..." The voice of the person behind the gate of hell suddenly sounded at this moment.

"soul?"

Chu Yan's eyes narrowed and he immediately looked towards Ke Yu and Pan Mengchen.

These two human figures are both made of light, but at this time the light appears dimmer, like the glimmer of fireflies, as if they can be blown away in one breath.

But when Chu Yan took a closer look, he immediately discovered that Pan Mengchen's head was actually separated from his body.

At this moment, there was a gap as thin as a piece of paper between her head and neck.

"Is this the cause of her death?"

Chu Yan thought to himself.

However, he did not dwell on this issue for long.

Soon his attention returned to what the man behind the gate of hell had just said.

"These are souls, so what do you mean, this rattle can imprison people's souls?"

Chu Yan asked.

When he was looking through the book introducing ghost ways before, he had learned some information in it.

Although ghosts drive ghosts and practice evil methods, ghosts also believe that the soul is the most difficult thing to control.

Only extremely clever and special techniques can imprison a person's soul.

Only monks who are extremely powerful in practicing ghost ways can do this.

Compared with the souls of ordinary people, the souls of monks are much stronger. It is naturally more difficult to be trapped like this.

But at this moment, the reaction of the man behind the gate of hell made Chu Yan feel strange.

In the past, if Chu Yan asked a question, the other party would have only two reactions: answer or pretend not to hear.
Chapter completed!