Chapter 811

"Chaotic array"

When he vomited these three words, Tang Mu's face turned pale and his limbs became cold.

When he understood what kind of predicament he was in, he was almost desperate.

The only thing Tang mu can't understand now is how the monk in the pulse setting environment learned such a difficult array.

"You..."

Tang Mu tried to struggle to ask questions.

His heart is not willing.

He was puzzled.

However, Chu Yan did not intend to answer his doubts.

"Burning heart, thunder, soul, flood, mud, disaster..."

A series of array, with the light tone of Chu Yan, dizzy swing out the light that makes people palpitating.

One by one, the light shines around the Tang curtain.

Every time an array is activated, Tang Mu feels that his breath is suppressed.

He even felt that his soul wanted to fall apart.

"No, no!"

Tang Mu twisted his body desperately.

He's mad, running the aura in his body.

He wants to break the heavy chain.

The surging aura stretched and ruptured his muscles and veins.

In the pores of Tang Dynasty, dense blood beads ooze out.

In the blink of an eye, he became a blood man.

In addition, his twisted expression at the moment is even more ferocious and terrifying.

However, the strength of diyuanjing is also showing at the moment.

The chain of the Tang Dynasty began to collapse.

The crack appeared on the surface of the chain.

The array under the Tang curtain also began to appear like a cobweb of cracks.

"Break it for me!"

A roar, blood shot.

Tang Mu opened his arms and supported himself.

The chains click, they all collapse and break.

At the same time, the array under his feet was shattered and exploded, and the flames flew away.

Lost that heavy burden, Tang Mu's face appeared a little relaxed.

But at this time, Chu Yan's voice, light ring out: "open."

Just a word, gently a word, but it seems to open the door of a disaster in general.

The wind and clouds are surging around.

When the wind blows, the formation becomes.

Boom boom!

Fire, thunder, mud, flood.

In an instant, it was like all kinds of disasters and fears in the world came to Tang mu.

His facial features, in an instant twisted to the extreme.

The next moment, bang, the monk of Ning Mai Jing is like a ripe watermelon, and the whole thing explodes.

Red and white, broken meat viscera, scattered around.

The hot blood, even in a flash, raised the temperature that had just dropped around.

The blood mist is steaming and creeping slowly. Looking around, it even makes people feel like they have come to the world of blood and fire.

At the moment, Chu Yan killed Tang mu, but he couldn't see any ease and complacency on his face.

Only he himself knew how much he had paid to kill this place.

No one can be happy with a business that doesn't make money.

Another reason is that Chu Yan's work has not been finished yet.

At the moment of the explosion of Tang Dynasty's body, Chu Yan stepped forward quickly, his eyes were burning, his five fingers were open, and he grabbed the most central and viscous part of the flesh and blood.

There was a sudden shock in the air.

Bang, the rolling blood fog was scattered, Chu Yan's palm, suddenly appeared a mass of purple red plasma.

This mass of plasma surface, black fog lingering, very thick.

Moreover, the plasma seems to have life itself. At the moment, it is held in Chu Yan's hands, and it is still wriggling restlessly. It seems to be threatening, and it seems to be trying to find an opportunity to escape.

"The essence and blood of Chu Xing."

Chu Yan has a keen eye.

This mass of plasma, now wriggling a few times, suddenly, the surface of the long root spines.

At first glance, it looks like a black cat, a sea urchin and a hedgehog.

It felt the danger, so it reacted to Chu Yan.

"Just... By... You..."

Chu Yan sneered, turned his wrist, and a tripod appeared in the palm of his hand.

Shenmu Ding is a kind of tripod. It was given to Chu Yan by his handsome father before. It can be used to condense blood.

According to his handsome father's idea, this trip to Chu Yan's ten thousand demon burial ground will surely kill many monsters.

If the monster's corpse can't be handled well, then the blood and gas will dissipate, which is a great loss.

And Shenmu Ding can not only save the corpse, but also refine the corpse into the purest blood gas.

At the moment, Chu Yan grabs this group of essence and blood, regardless of its struggle, and throws it into Shenmu Ding.

"It's hard to lose the taste of blood essence." Chu Yan sneered.

Almost at the same time, Chu Xing, walking in the wilderness, suddenly stopped.

The body under the black cloak trembled violently.

There's pain, there's anger, there's disbelief.

At this moment, Chu Xing's face turned pale, and there seemed to be blood in his eyes.

He felt that a wisp of his own blood essence had been taken away and lost touch forever.

Before that, he only temporarily sealed a wisp of blood essence into Tang Mu's body to help him track Chu Yan.

Now this wisp of blood essence has been taken away and lost contact with oneself forever.

So the end of the Tang Dynasty can be imagined.

Chu Xing didn't care about Tang Mu's life or death, or who killed Tang mu.

He is now just out of anger, that is, his own blood essence, must be in the hands of Chu Yan.

He once spent a long time planning, with the help of a group of people, took the crown prince's position from Chu Yan.

Once upon a time, Chu Xing felt that he had trampled Chu Yan under his feet and let him never turn over.

But at this moment, Chu Xing felt his cheek burning.

By the other side took a wisp of blood essence, his cultivation, at least five years back!

Although this five years can not be regarded as the life span of ordinary people.

But for those who are in urgent need of advancement, the loss brought by this wisp of blood essence will be irreparable.

In a short time, Chu Yan took more things from himself than the crown prince!

In the eyes of ordinary people, the prince is just a noble position below one person and above ten thousand people. In the eyes of monks, he is worthless.

And that wisp of blood essence comes from the body of the born demon Python!

Every natural constitution is extraordinary.

The prince's status as a mortal is not worthy of comparison with that wisp of blood essence.

It's like a person with a bad brain can't compare a piece of soil and a golden mountain with anyone else.

Chu Xing was almost mad at this moment.

He stood where he was, still motionless.

But a moment later, the patter of blood, dripping from his sleeve, and then flowing down.

In the middle of his clenched fist, his fingernail has pierced the heart of his fist.

Chu Xing's eyes are as red as blood at this moment.

On the surface of his whole face, fine scales appeared at this time.

The black air is rolling out from the surface of the body.

"I want you to die!

No matter how much you pay, this time, I want you not to get out of this Banshee cemetery! "

In the hissing voice, the snake letter in Chu Xing's mouth quickly breathed and roared.