Chapter 2290

The tornadoes flying out at this time are all the grudged souls that are still here.

He was attacked and killed by Chu Yan with ice magic power, and was forced to come out.

Although there are a large number of these spirits, hundreds of tornadoes whine and move freely between heaven and earth, pulling out a long gully on the ground, they are weaker than the ghost who attacked Chu Yan secretly.

Chu Yan snorted coldly, and his eyebrows flashed.

"Sword two moves!"

Shua!

Between heaven and earth, suddenly was a cold light shrouded.

Everything seems to have fallen into the cold winter, the falling trees are rustling, showing a very cruel and cruel taste.

Almost in an instant, the faces on the tornado all showed a look of great fear, whining and condensing into human shapes of half man and half beast, and frantically fled around.

But they moved slightly and were immediately cut into pieces.

Then the fire blazed, they were like cinders scattered in the air, and they were all burned clean.

For Chu Yan, these spirits can be solved without even eating.

But just as Chu Yan was about to leave here and continue to explore, all of a sudden, his heart moved and fell down.

Just when the tornado was rising, there were deep pits on the ground.

Chu Yan came to the front of one of the big pits and looked down.

This big pit is obviously different from the big pits around it.

Although the surrounding pits are dark and strange, they give people a deep feeling.

But the pit Chu Yan was facing at this time, there were gray fog in it, even vaguely, the voice of recitation could be heard, just like there were many people praying in it.

"You really feel right." Chu Yan said.

The next moment, inside the gate of hell, came the voice of the man: "this... Maybe... A little... Tricky..."

"Well, I can see that already." Chu Yan looked at the slowly flowing gray fog, nodded and said, "because the dead have a natural pursuit of blood food, they are often full of the smell of killing, but the guy in the pit gives me a sacred and inviolable flavor.

If it is in other places, I may also think that this is a master or a great power.

But in this case, it can only be said that under the long-term cultivation, the soul of the dead has been separated from the essence of the soul of the dead and moved towards another stage of detachment, just like the monks who have reached the true fairyland and completed the transformation of the life level. "

"Not bad..." the one behind the gate of hell affirmed Chu Yan's statement.

"In that case, as soon as I came to the city of glory, I met a powerful guy." At the same time, Chu Yan's body flashed and flew into the deep pit.

According to Chu Yan's speed, the pit on the ground can reach the bottom in a flash.

But at this time, the big pit was like a bottomless cave. Chu Yan had been flying for nearly a quarter of an hour, and still had no sign of reaching the bottom.

Only the gray smoke around him and the chanting sound were telling Chu Yan that he was getting closer to the target. Otherwise, he would think he was lost in a big battle.

Flying down for a while, Chu Yan suddenly stopped.

At this time, the gray fog around him had become thicker, and looked like muddy water.

Not only that, the voice of chanting, but also from all directions toward his ears, like a magic sound into the ear, even if it is blocked ear hole, can not stop.

When I was on the ground before, hearing this chant would give people a sense of peace. But at this time, the voice around me became more and more urgent and went straight into people's hearts. It even gave people a feeling of blood. I wanted to shout and run around until I died.

Chu Yan sneered: "distort the void, upset Yin and Yang, I'd like to see what you are."

As the voice falls, Chu Yan takes off the sunset bow of the Wu Emperor on his back. With a sweep of his divine sense, he quickly determines a position and pulls the bow to shoot.

In a flash, a bright fire lit the dark pit.

The fire burst, the end seemed to poke something, suddenly burst open.

All of a sudden, it's like thousands of summer fireworks, countless broken lights, firetrees and silver spray around, which makes the void like day, almost melting on the spot.

Crackle!

At the same time, the surrounding void also began to break under the impact.

A whole void, like can not bear the power of Chu Yan, began to collapse, to completely annihilate.

But at this time, a sigh came from the sky of Chu Yan.

"Well, the world is suffering, and you are no exception."

This exclamation is full of compassion, understanding and understanding.

Chu Yan looked up and saw a gray robed old man appear in the air.

The old man has a young face and a kind face. He looks like a wise old man and looks at Chu Yan with pity.

On both sides of him stood eight young boys and girls, still singing in their mouths.

Although the eight boys and girls are very pink and lovely, their eyes are like old people, full of vicissitudes and turbidity, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Not only that, at this time has been uninterrupted chanting sound, but also from the mouth of the eight boys and girls.

It's obviously a child, but the voice is made by all ages, men and women. It's not eight people, but more like 800 or 8000 people. It's really creepy.

At this moment, the old man sighed, opened his fingers and patted forward.

The void that melts all around stops collapsing.

The scattered fire also gathered in his palm and condensed into a ball.

The old man looked at Chu Yan, as if he had the chance to win, and as if he was condescending, and did not pay attention to Chu Yan.

But what he said was full of mild tone: "it's our destiny to come here. In this case, I will enlighten you, eliminate your anger, become my child, educate the world and enjoy the highest worship in the future."

As the old man's voice fell, the eight boys around him took a step forward, and the chanting became more and more rapid and loud, as if the sound of magic came into his ears, full of bewitching and tempting flavor.

At this moment, around Chu Yan, in the gray smoke, also began to condense the virtual shadow of Baoguang everywhere.

These virtual shadows are all moving pictures.

There are hundreds of millions of monks kneeling on the throne of Chu.

There is Chu Yan standing in front of the treasure, in front of a mountain of magic weapons and spirit stones.

And Chu Yan lay on his bed, enjoying the service of countless beautiful nuns, enjoying all the glory and wealth.