Chapter 1752

The purple man's plan is simple.

First, throw Yuan Ye into the space crack.

After all, the gold owner only paid the deposit, and the rest of the spirit stone has not been delivered.

If Yuan Ye dies now, he will not only lose two masters of heaven's state of mind, but also lose the large spirit stone.

The other is that this place is 70 or 80 miles away from the town. Even if the other party is in heaven's heart, his own state is not weak.

This distance is enough to throw Yuanye into the space crack, and then drill in again.

As long as you get into the space crack, it's safe.

Purple shirt man at the moment in the heart is embarrassed and angry, and is suffocating.

But he also understood that the priority was to leave here first.

Other words, we'll get out of danger.

But Yuan Ye, who is thrown into the space crack by him, seems to bump heavily into the big clock. With a bang, he bounces back with blood all over his head.

"What's the matter?" The man in purple was surprised.

Although the space crack looks small, this kind of thing is not dealt with in terms of size.

At this time, this crack is more than enough for people to drill in.

But at the last moment, the man in purple can see clearly. When Yuan Ye flies by, it seems that he bumps into an invisible gas wall.

Did not expect to happen such an accident, purple men's heart a Deng.

He has already lost time for this, and he can't care about Yuanye's life. He uses his body method and runs towards the space crack.

It's as fast as lightning.

Next moment, bang!

With a dull sound, the man in purple shirt felt as if he had run into an armored beast.

For a moment, his head was dizzy, as if he had split into dozens of pieces, and his whole body was in agony. Compared with lingchi, he suffered a hundred times, a thousand times, and almost fainted on the spot.

"What's going on?"

In his mind, the idea came out, but it was immediately submerged by the intense pain.

Chu Yan shows his leisure, and now he has come to them.

The dead words are cut in the air.

Whoa!

Yuan Ye's body and head are separated immediately, and his blood is all over the ground.

Until he died, he didn't understand what happened in such a short time.

When the dead words fell on the man in purple, a red light suddenly appeared on him, like a film, covering him.

Dang of a, dead language in this purple shirt man's chest cut out a dazzling spark, but can't kill this man.

"Talisman?" Chu Yan's eyes were fixed.

After all, he was a monk in heaven's mind. Although the violent impact made the purple man's mind confused for a short time, his aura and blood Qi were working together at the moment, and in an instant, he was clear again.

But now he came back to his senses and was startled.

Because he didn't expect that Chu Yan should be so direct. After he came to him, he directly raised his sword to kill.

"I'm the ghost killing Pavilion..." he was in a panic and immediately wanted to report his identity.

As a result, as soon as he called out half a sentence, he was interrupted by Chu Yan: "is there a talisman great?"

Voice down, and a sword down.

Dang!

In a flash, the sparks burst out, as if a fire had been set on the purple man.

Although the amulet can protect him from being hurt, it still makes his body hit the ground hard and make a big hole.

Chu Yan raises his sword and cuts it again!

Bang!

The earth collapsed, and the purple man's body sank deeply, tearing and spreading around.

But the light of the amulet is still strong.

Chu Yan's eyes narrowed.

By this time, there was speculation in his mind.

This talisman, at least, can be made by the monks in Zifu.

Although his current strength is enough to kill Tian Xin Jing, he still has no ability to resist in front of Zi Fu Jing.

This gully is like a natural moat!

If the ordinary friars realized that the amulet was refined by the friars of Zifu realm, they would be scared to get weak. It's serious to run away from here while their identity is not exposed.

But at the moment, Chu Yan suddenly inspired a stronger intention to kill.

Ghost killing pavilion has been bothering me for many times. It's just a amulet that can only be beaten, and it wants to scare me away?

I'll kill this man in purple!

Moreover, Chu Yan understood that the purple shirt man was only a part of heaven's mind, but he had the amulet refined by the friars in the purple mansion, which meant that his identity was absolutely not simple, and his status in the ghost killing pavilion was also absolutely unusual.

"I'm ghost killing Pavilion..." the man in purple shirt also wanted to show his identity.

"You're the one who killed me!" Chu Yan a violent drink, another arm waving in the air, "cut inflammation!"

One hand is dead, the other hand is cut.

Ice and snow flying, fire Teng around.

"Three corpses dead language sword!"

"Taiyi lihuodao!"

The torrent of frost and fire poured out in the light of the Amulet of the purple man.

"Extremely angry sword intention!"

"Heaven's punishment!" Chu words a throw dead language, right fist a grip, light in the palm of the rapid condensation.

In Tianxing, there are eight sword lights. At the same time, they quickly turn around Chu Yan's right fist.

"Kill all souls in the world!"

"Cuiliuhuating!"

"Crossing the river Styx!"

"Jianling mountains!"

"Star River thunderstruck!"

With one hand, six flying swords were shot out and rotated rapidly to form a vast killing array.

"Hongmeng Xinghe formation!"

Boom, boom, boom!

At this moment, the earth seems to be trampled by the ancient fierce beasts, constantly collapsing and collapsing.

The deserted town dozens of miles away, this moment has been shocked into ruins.

Under the constant bombardment of Chu Yan, the light of this talisman began to fade gradually.

Because the talisman will only store the power injected by the refiner.

Every time he resisted Chu Yan's magical power, he would consume part of his strength, which could not be supplemented at this time.

On the contrary, the aura of Chu's words and the killing moves of Chu's words are just like the rolling river at the moment.

Chu Yan is fighting a war of attrition at the moment.

But for the purple shirt man, once the amulet loses its effect, it is his death.

At this moment, his face and eyes showed endless fear.

"Ghost killing Pavilion is just for collecting money. If you want to find Yuanye, it has nothing to do with me!"

"You know who I am! Although I'm just a shopkeeper of the ghost killing Pavilion, I'm actually... "

"Shut up Chu Yan is a Taiyi from the fire knife cut down.

Like a raging fire, a deafening sound broke out, stifling the voice of the purple man.

At this time, Chu Yan had been bombarded wildly for a while, and he could clearly feel that the power of the talisman was at the end of the crossbow.

"Break it for me!"

Chu Yan takes a breath, like swallowing mountains and rivers. The aura in his body is booming. When he ascends to the extreme, he breathes, as if he can sink into the sun and the moon.

"Heaven's punishment!"

This time, seven flying swords in his right hand melted gold into iron, like the scorching sun.

With a grasp of the empty left hand, dark clouds in the sky suddenly drop and thunder rolls, as if to destroy the sky and the earth.

The man in purple shirt, who was blasted to the ground, seemed to have foreseen his own fate. His face turned pale and his whole body trembled.

Chu Yan's face was expressionless and his palms fell together.

"The sun god lightsaber formation!"

"Zixiao Thunder Dragon!"