Chapter 1062

As time went on, the expression of these monks on the scene changed from shock, numbness to indifference.

When Chu Yan stopped, the monster almost looked like a big wadding.

At this time, I'm afraid no one can see it. They dare not associate it with a mass of things similar to rags with the monsters who were afraid of being cold at heart.

If the monster is still conscious and can speak, I'm afraid the first thing it says is: I'm wrong.

"Can this restore your strength?"

"Should... Can..."

"Oh, then I won't give it to you."

“……”

Chu Yan grabs the monster who has no action ability at the moment and throws his hand to the darkness in the distance.

But it's strange that after the monster was thrown out, there was no sound of landing.

Chu Yan's eyes narrowed and looked towards the darkness.

With Chu's eye power and penetrating the darkness, it is natural to see further than ordinary monks.

But at this time, the direction he was looking at was like deep ink. He could see nothing.

When things go wrong, there will be demons.

Chu Yan supported the ground with eight wasteland halberds and stood up slowly.

The friars nearby were all celebrating for the rest of their lives. When they saw Chu Yan's action, they soon felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Their eyes, look to the darkness together.

The darkness is like ink, like tide, like a deep night, like a sea that cannot be seen to the end.

Gazing at the scene for a moment, many people just feel nervous.

At this moment, it's as if the darkness has turned into a silent whirlpool, trying to suck away the hope, all kinds of beauty, happiness and vitality in people's hearts.

"There's a problem." Lin Yushan clenched the handle of the knife.

The monks on the scene all held their weapons, and their faces were dignified.

Click——

The crisp sound of metal hitting the ground.

It's like a light hammer, hitting people's hearts.

People's heartbeat, for which missed a beat.

At this time, Chu Yan felt a throb behind the gate of hell.

"Let me... Get out..."

"I don't know." Chu Yan refused directly.

Since knowing that this man covets his own body and wants to occupy his own body, the relationship between the two sides has become incomparable.

Under such circumstances, Chu Yan naturally could not give his body to the other party.

"Unless I'm out of my mind."

“……”

"You... Listen to me..."

"If you have something to say, I'll get rid of this trouble." After Chu Yan finished this sentence, he didn't pay any attention to that one.

He focused his eyes on the darkness.

Click——

Another crisp sound came.

This time, the voice was much closer to the crowd.

The friars at the scene shook their arms slightly.

All around the air, this moment as if solidified into mercury, heavy enough to make people feel extremely depressed.

Staring at the darkness, a moment later, Chu Yan's eyes flashed.

In the darkness, a hazy shadow appeared.

This shadow is very strange, like a big wadding, floating in the air.

Soon the shadow became clear.

In the eyes of all the people at the scene, the next moment, they were surprised.

The huge cotton wadding like thing was the monster that had been almost smashed by Chu Yan before.

No matter what the monster looks like at the beginning or after drinking blood.

In a word, after the explosive force of Chu Yan, it can't die any more, just like a big wadding.

As for why the cotton wadding was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the reason is very simple, it was raised overhead with one hand.

Even if the monster becomes similar to cotton wool now, compared with normal people and normal people's arms, it is also huge.

In addition to the darkness, it was hard for people to notice the thin arms under the monster's body.

The reason why people are so surprised is that at the moment, holding the wadding, it is the old man who slipped away with oil on the soles of his feet at the beginning of the chaos.

The old man was very timid and had no other skills, but he had a first-class grasp of the escape time.

At that time, he saw that the momentum was not right and decided to slip away, so he was not involved in the chaos later.

But now, how did he come back?

And why did he come back in such a strange posture?

Everyone looked at each other, but they were more and more alert.

Because this scene is too weird.

But soon someone found out something was wrong with the old man.

"Look at his face --"

When people looked at him, they immediately found that the old man's facial features were twisted because of extreme fear. Not only his head and face, but his whole body was pouring out sweat.

You can even see wet footprints everywhere you walk.

It was as if some great disaster and terror were pushing him towards the crowd.

"Stop!" In the crowd, a friar saw that the situation was not right, took an arrow and pulled a bow, aiming at the old man.

"No, don't kill me..." what surprised people was that the old man could still speak at the moment.

And look at his frightened and twisted look, it doesn't look like being possessed.

But now his voice, because he was too afraid, changed its tone.

"Don't, don't kill me, I, I..."

With that, two lines of tears came out of the old man's eyes.

"I was forced, Wuwu..."

Gray beard, an old man, now crying like a 70 year old child.

"What are you doing?" The friar in white frowned.

"I said it." The old man was aggrieved and frightened. "I was forced."

"Who forced you?" The friar in white frowned more tightly.

"Ha ha, it turned out that it was just a group of mole ants. Did that guy hide and dare not see me?"

At this time, the old man's body, came a sound similar to metal friction.

The voice is turbid and thick, so that people who hear it only feel that their ears are buzzing, and the Qi and blood of their whole body seem to become disordered all at once, and they just feel extremely uncomfortable.

The essence in Chu Yan's eyes began to condense.

"Who's talking!" The friar in white drew his sword and aimed at the old man.

He just saw clearly that the old man's mouth didn't move, but the voice came from him.

There must be something strange about it.

"Who dared to speak to me like this five thousand years ago?"

The sound of metal sounded again.

The next moment, hissing, the old man's body split from the middle.

Thick plasma, even in mid air to pull out a slender line.

The monster's body was torn in two.

It's like that void, suddenly, is separated by a force that can cut space and time.

In the blood fog, a tall figure came out slowly.

He was wearing armor,

Every step on the ground,

There was a click, the crisp sound of metal impact.