Chapter 1595

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha

The friar of ghost killing pavilion looks at Chu Yan at the moment and laughs wildly.

His face was full of pride and banter.

But after a while, the expression on his face began to solidify.

Although the smile is still on the face, it seems far fetched at this time.

Doubts and embarrassments began to emerge.

Because not far ahead, although the blue flame is still burning, Chu Yan's body is still motionless.

And there wasn't even a scream.

"Is it dead?" After a while, the monk of ghost killing Pavilion couldn't help but think about it.

He pondered a little, a fierce light appeared in his eyes, and his arm swung violently.

A thick black chain, like a black python, splashed and shot at Chu Yan.

The chain moved in the air. Suddenly, the sound of flood came.

All around the void, have been shock, squeeze fold, as if the next moment will be broken.

The chain flies in front of Chu Yan and turns suddenly. After a few clatters, Chu Yan is bound firmly.

And Chu Yan's body, still hovering there motionless.

Even the least resistance was not done.

Seeing this, the monk of ghost killing pavilion was relieved.

"It seems that the moment he was hit by the nine dead ghost baby thunder, he was already dead." He cold hum a, vision is not good, look back and forth in Chu Yan body, "is really cheap you, otherwise, I originally planned to put you... Eh?"

Before he finished speaking, the friar saw that the chain that bound Chu Yan suddenly moved.

And then the whole chain broke.

The monk of the ghost killing Pavilion suddenly stopped breathing and opened his eyes wide: "how..."

Hula——

Then the burning green flame went out.

Chu Yan is undamaged. Standing there, his eyes are not white. He looks at the monk of ghost killing Pavilion.

Although it was just a light glance, but immediately, let the ghost kill Pavilion Friar's heart string a tight, viscera, all convulsed.

"This, how can this... Nine dead ghost baby thunder..."

"What you said... Is this..." Chu Yan raised his hand.

A black skull, the size of an adult's fist, was tossed in the palm of his hand.

Although it was impossible for the skull to make an expression, at this moment, the monk of ghost killing Pavilion could clearly feel that the resentment and spirit in the skull were shaking, in fear, in fear.

"..." his face turned blue and white.

Chu Yan's mouth turned up and showed a sneer smile. When the skull fell back to the palm of his hand again, he grasped it with five fingers.

Click——

With a scream of despair in the void, the skeleton was crushed to pieces, blasted to powder and crushed to ashes.

"What... Broken... Things... Should be... Baby..."

The ghost killed the friar of the pavilion

Seeing the other side crush the remaining nine skeletons one by one with a disgusting tone, the dust goes up into the air, and the heart of the ghost killing monk sinks into the bottom bit by bit. I just feel that the whole body's blood is frozen now, and the hands and feet become cold.

It's not just that the other party is suddenly ten or 100 times more powerful at this moment, but also that in the process, he tries to get in touch with Jiusi ghost yinglei and recall the other party, but there is no response.

The other side standing there, just gas field, cut off the connection between oneself and magic weapon!

"Who on earth are you?" The monk of ghost killing Pavilion only felt his throat dry. After swallowing hard, he asked in a hoarse voice.

Although know should not give up, with their own ability, escape is still possible.

But he did not know why, a wave of despair, at this time, it seems to be a tide in general, constantly pouring into his heart, how can not stop.

The other side just stood there, but the terrible pressure was like an archaic God, making him feel that his soul would be pressed into pieces of paper.

In an instant, sweat soaked his robe.

Every breath, the chest is also like a mountain, extremely difficult.

But the monk of the ghost killing Pavilion is still struggling to support.

Even if the sweat was flowing into his eyes at the moment, which made his eyes tingle, he also looked at Chu Yan and wanted to know how Chu Yan did it.

"You... Don't deserve... To know..."

Boom!

A word falls, Chu Yan takes a step forward.

At this moment, the mountains and rivers are shaking, the sun and the moon are shaking, and the stars are falling.

In a flash, Chu Yan came to the monk of guisha Pavilion and said, "I'll ask you a question..."

"What, what?" The monk of ghost killing Pavilion shivered.

If any friar saw this scene at the moment, it would be absolutely incredible.

In front of a monk with a triple mind, he was as weak as a rabbit.

"I'm worth... How much..."

"Eh?" The monk of ghost killing pavilion was stunned for a moment, and then he reflected what the other side wanted to ask.

But this time, this guy asked what to do!

Although I thought so, the monk of ghost killing Pavilion didn't dare to make a sound.

He was pale and trembling. He raised one hand and put up a finger.

"One hundred million... Lingshi... Um..." Chu Yan frowned.

The monk of ghost killing Pavilion shivered and almost fell from the air.

Are you kidding me? One hundred million spirit stone is more than enough to invite monks out of the peak of purple mansion!

Chu Yan saw the clue from each other's fleeting expression.

His eyes narrowed slightly: "ten million... Spirit stone..."

Ten times less, this man's mood suddenly became not very good.

The monk of ghost killing Pavilion is also aware of Chu Yan's dissatisfaction.

But ten million is not a decimal.

In the ghost killing Pavilion, ten million spirit stones are the lowest price for ZiFuJing.

But, but, you are just a heavy state of mind, how can't turn to the purple mansion realm to do it - think of here, the monk of ghost killing Pavilion wants to cry.

Looking at each other's deformed facial features, the two big bubbles of tears in his eyes, the chilly meaning in his highness Chu's eyes, such as the cold wind, almost freezes the surrounding hundred Li.

The original clear sky, at this moment, dark clouds, lead gray thick clouds, heavy pressure down, giving people a sense of despair to collapse.

"Only... One million..." Chu Yan's dissatisfaction at the moment, I'm afraid an idiot can feel it.

Although he knew that admitting would directly ignite the other party's accumulated dissatisfaction and anger, under Chu Yan's oppressive eyes, the monk of ghost killing Pavilion did not dare to lie at all.

When two lines of tears finally came down, he nodded.

Then Chu Yan's hand pressed on his head.

Five fingers are like a mountain, which makes the monk feel that the sun and the moon are upside down and the five elements are disordered.

"It's so... Cheap..."

Shua!

Suddenly, the monk of the ghost killing Pavilion, like a meteor hammer, was directly thrown up by Chu Yan in the air.