Chapter 1747

Elder Lin's eyes were filled with the last glimmer of hope.

Chu Yan's fingers pointed at her without hesitation: "you!"

Elder Lin's body was shocked. He felt that a strong force intruded into his brain, and then his brain expanded rapidly.

Bang!

A stream of blood spring, mixed with brain pulp, meat and bone debris, sprayed a full three story height.

The rich aura scattered around.

Elder Lin staggered. After walking two steps forward, he fell to the ground with a bang.

In a moment, Chu Yan was the only one standing in the open space outside the assembly hall.

This area, full of a strong smell of blood, makes people breathe, as if immersed in a pool of blood.

The same rich, there are from these monks out of the body of the rolling aura.

Chu Yan looked at the headless corpse. He just glanced at elder Lin and said faintly, "do you deserve to talk to me?"

After taking away the storage magic weapon of these monks, Chu Yan stepped over the corpse and went straight to the treasure house of Cang Yangmen.

Along the way, I hardly saw the disciples of cangyangmen.

At this time, the clan was in chaos. I didn't know how many people were shouting and fleeing everywhere.

Once in a while, when these disciples saw Chu Yan from a distance, they turned around and ran in panic. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared.

Chu Yan didn't go after him either.

Soon I knew that I came to the treasure house of cangyangmen.

After all, it's the zongmen gate with the mood of heaven. The treasure house of cangyangmen is located in the hinterland of the mountain. It's built in the middle of the mountain. When you see Baoguang huff and puff outside, it shows a solemn and solemn taste.

At this moment, there are several elders of diyuanjing and dozens of disciples of ningmaijing guarding in front of the treasure house.

Obviously, they also know that treasure house is the foundation of a clan.

If the disciple dies, the clan can be trained again.

But if the treasure house is gone, it means that the soil for cultivating disciples is lost.

Even if you have talent, you can't grow up.

Seeing Chu Yan, these elders and disciples suddenly looked awe inspiring.

Although some people at this time because of fear, the body is constantly shaking, but still no one choose to escape.

Compared with the monks who are crying and running away at the moment, these disciples are much more energetic.

But it's just like this.

Looking at these cangyangmen disciples, Chu Yan opened his mouth and issued an ultimatum: "I just want to get back what belongs to me."

"I will defend to the death..." an elder raised his head and roared.

Then his head flew up into the sky.

"You can't understand people." Chu Yan had no choice but to shake his head.

I said take things, you are here to move yourself, bull head not horse mouth, naturally there is no need to continue to communicate.

His face sank, looking at the remaining group of cangyang disciples, Chu Yan's patience quickly faded.

After two breaths, he shook his head and took one step.

This group of monks in Diyuan realm and Ningmai realm tried to intercept Chu Yan, which was equivalent to more than ten ants. They wanted to form an ant wall to stop a rolling steel chariot.

Bang bang!

In a series of explosions, the friars all flew several miles away and fell to the ground. Their faces were like gold paper and their breath was like gossamer.

And Chu Yan has already stood in front of the treasure house.

Instead of looking for it, he put his hand directly in front of the door of the treasure house, and a huge whirlpool appeared with a whine in his palm.

In an instant, the whirlpool spread out like a black hole, swallowing the treasure house.

A treasure house full of the whole clan's natural materials, local treasures and treasures was abruptly pulled up by Chu Yan and stuffed into the echo ring.

The original peak, now only a dark big hole.

The thing arrives, Chu Yan originally planned to leave directly.

But after thinking about it, he flew up into the air, raised his dead voice, and cut to the peak where Cang Yangmen was.

Crackle!

The sword, like a piece of training, bends and turns, almost extending from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

Chu Yan hovered in the air, and said in a loud voice: "Cang Yangmen turns black and white and is insatiable of greed. This sword mark is the lesson left to you!"

All of a sudden, the whole mountain was silent.

Most of the disciples of cangyangmen don't know what happened to the sect today.

Most people really think that, as the elder of the punishment Hall said, it's the big demons coming to attack.

But now, Chu Yan just took the treasure house, did not kill the whole clan, and left this passage.

All of a sudden, let the remaining disciples of cangyangmen understand the cause and effect.

Although I don't know what it's like to confuse black and white and be insatiable with greed, it's clear that today's disaster is due to my family's mistakes.

And more importantly, Chu Yan hovered in the air at the moment, and let the disciples of Cang Yangmen see and remember the face changed by using Wansheng's ghost face.

When the goal was achieved, Chu Yan did not delay any longer. He took handsome and sugar and turned the folded wave empty bracelet. A moment later, he came to a lake more than 4000 miles away.

In the lake to find a quiet place, Chu Yan cloth under a few illusory array and trapped array, and then take out the yincao Dementor bell, began to check the memory of Liu Fuqing.

About two hours later, Chu Yan crushed Liu Fuqing's broken soul and showed a thoughtful look.

Unexpectedly, in Liu Fuqing's memory, there was an unexpected discovery.

Liu Fuqing and Yuanye, the fire emissary of the monsoon pond, have been in contact all the time.

Liu Fuqing didn't come up with the idea of dedicating the treasure to cangyangmen, but Yuan Ye did.

Liu Fuqing just does what Yuanye tells him to do.

The four envoys of water, fire, light and thunder under the hands of the monsoon pond, three of them died in the hands of Chu Yan.

Only this fire makes Yuan Ye never show his face, so he escaped.

But I didn't expect that after the death of this fire in the monsoon pond, it showed a lot of ambition.

Looking at his posture, he even wants to integrate the forces and treasures under monsoon pond into his own hands.

But the accident belongs to the accident, Chu Yan also did not feel thorny or troublesome.

After all, this is what he expected.

Otherwise, this time, he would not have deliberately changed his appearance to be similar to that of the monsoon pond, and every time he made a move, he would have been so ostentatious.

Chu Yan originally had a purpose, which was to dig and see if he could solve some of the remaining forces in the monsoon pond.

It just happens that this force is fire envoy Yuan Ye.

Everything is still under control.

Chu Yan sat on the ground with his knees crossed, and drew a line in the plan that had been laid out in his mind.

After a little modification, a new planning line becomes clear again.

"I'll do it like this. I'll keep my own route unchanged, and then I'll see what you do."

Chu Yan took out the storage bag originally belonging to Liu Fuqing and took out a message symbol with crane pattern inside.

This is the messenger used by Yuan Ye and Liu Fuqing to contact each other separately. It can ensure that the content is confidential and will not be spied.

After a little meditation, he wrote a passage on the messenger.