Chapter eight hundred and thirtieth face and shameless
The words of the leading monk made him clean.
At the same time, Chu Yan's identity was not just Chu Xing's enemy.
He can even bring benefits to Wan Haimen - pork!
Chu Yan felt unhappy for a while when he thought that he had become a pig in the eyes of others.
After a while, a faint voice came from under the cloak: "That's it."
Upon hearing this reply, the leading monk breathed a long sigh of relief.
He is not afraid that the other party will be angry, but that the other party will not respond.
You must know that for a master in the Heavenly Mind Realm, he is no different from an ant in the Earthly Realm where there is no hope of promotion to the Heavenly Heart Realm.
Usually people don't even bother to look at you.
If I can respond to you now, it means you are valuable.
At this thought, the leading monk let out a long sigh of relief.
But just as he was relieved of his worries, the master in the air spoke again.
"In that case, I'll give you a chance to atone for your sins and get his map."
"Uh-" The leading monk, who was still feeling proud of himself for a moment, suddenly turned red.
At this time, he realized that he had unintentionally dug a hole for himself and jumped into it happily.
It's hard to say whether there is a map or not. Even if there is, with the power of Tian's state of mind, it is naturally impossible to snatch it personally.
With such a huge difference in realm, he couldn't afford to lose this person if he took action himself.
Every high-level monk has a reputation.
So at this time, the leading monk realized that he was facing such a big problem.
To rob or not to rob.
If you rob, can you beat the opponent?
After all, the level of formation shown by the other party before really scared him a bit.
What if we defeat the opponent and the opponent has no so-called map?
As for not taking action, the leading monk didn't even think about it.
After all, if he didn't take action, the master who was hovering in mid-air would definitely kill him without hesitation.
When the leading monk was hesitant, an impatient hum in the air came from a distance: "Would the elite disciples of Wan Hai Sect be afraid of someone in the Pulse Condensation Realm?"
One sentence, and in an instant, the leading monk's face turned red as if on fire.
This is the elder of the sect, mercilessly slapping him in the face.
Having said this, there is no way out!
"You die!" With a roar, the leading monk rushed towards Chu Yan with a knife, "Borderless Giant Wave!"
The sword light, which was like the surging sea water, was crushing towards Chu Yan in layers.
In an instant, the void seemed to be cut into countless pieces, and the light and shadow folded, making people feel as if they had entered a strange and bizarre world.
It’s just that this world is full of murderous intent.
Chu Yan's eyes were calm.
What he really cares about now is the state of mind that is hovering in mid-air.
As for the leading monk in front of him, he didn't care that much.
Because although wàiwéi's formations were almost uprooted before, six or seven formations here are still preserved.
These six or seven formations are more than enough to deal with the leading monk.
It was obvious that Lin Miaoran was very concerned about Chu Yan's instructions.
Although these formations were not arranged by Chu Yan himself, they were as expected or even better, so Chu Yan felt comfortable using them.
"You - really don't know how to take action?" Chu Yan raised his head and glanced at Tian Xinjing in the sky, and thought to himself.
At the same time, the sword light swept across.
It was like a dam releasing water. The rolling sword light almost blinded people so hard that they could not open their eyes. Chu Yan and Lin Miaoran were about to be swallowed up in the next moment.
"Tu!" Chu Yan no longer hesitated and raised his arm.
The void around him shook, and the ground in front of Chu Yan bulged with a rumble.
The formation is activated.
But at this moment, it was like a sharp blade quickly cutting through the tight strings.
The spiritual energy flowing through the formation suddenly stopped.
The ground that had just raised suddenly became silent.
The stone wall that was about to rise actually sank again at this moment.
"Smelly and shameless." Chu Yanxin immediately cursed.
You don't need to think about it to know that this must be the secret action of the monk in the sky.
This old guy, for the sake of his face, pretends to be a master and doesn't take any action.
But behind his back, he actually did such an insidious little move.
As for the leading monk, he originally felt the ground shaking and was still worried about the appearance of the stone wall.
After all, one of his previous companions was sealed by the stone wall and suffocated to death.
But the next moment, he discovered that the stone wall had not been drilled out.
He was not an idiot. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately realized with ecstasy what had happened.
Suddenly, the leading monk felt confident and attacked Chu Yan wildly.
The light of the sword was like a heavy rain or a huge wave. In an instant, it pressed against the heads of Chu Yan and Lin Miaoran.
"Floating Light Clone Slash!"
"Qingshan Kongyu Sword!"
The formation was broken, and Chu Yan and Lin Miaoran came out decisively.
In an instant, the Eight Desolation Divine Halberds erupted with overwhelming power.
The Autumn Water Sword in Lin Miaoran's hand was like a dense spring rain filled with silver threads all over the sky.
"Death! You can't stop me!" The leading monk laughed wildly.
He was not afraid of Chu Yan and Lin Miaoran's resistance.
In his opinion, Chu Yan who lost his formation was like a tiger who had his teeth pulled out, his claws chopped off, his tail cut off, and his spine broken. It was not worth mentioning at all.
Because he has the advantage of realm.
This is also the biggest advantage!
Crackling!
boom!
There was a violent bàozhà on the ground.
Chu Yan's transformed clones were all blown to pieces in an instant.
The dense rain of swords all around was like a series of firecrackers, all exploding.
The martial arts skills displayed by the two men could not stop the devastating attack of the sword.
Boom!
The sword light pouring down was like a giant beast opening its bloody mouth, swallowing Chu Yan and Lin Miaoran in one fell swoop.
The ground was shattered by the explosion, and smoke and dust rose into the sky.
At this moment, the leading monk felt as happy as he had ever felt before.
All the previously suppressed dissatisfaction was vented at this moment.
It makes you arrogant, makes you arrogant, but you see, in the face of true strength, you are nothing!
He was feeling very proud.
Suddenly, I glanced out of the corner of my eye.
The smoke and dust that surged wildly like steam seemed to have a flash of blue light.
"Huh?" Subconsciously, the leading monk made a confused voice, "No way."
"Wind-breaking thunder!"
The next moment, with a sharp shout, white lightning shot out angrily.
"How is that possible!" the leading monk exclaimed.
The opponent was crushed by his own realm. Even if he had reached the third level of Pulse Condensation Realm, he should be dead.
And how could this guy not only survive, but also resist?
Chapter completed!