The excavation of various magic weapons filled the scene with cheerful air.

The faces of everyone were beaming.

The various precious light beams reflected the faces of all people in various colors.

Colorful and colorful.

Chu Yan stood outside the crowd.

He didn't set foot in.

Look around.

There were two people beside him who did not go in to dig the magic weapon.

One is the old man I saw in a restaurant a few days ago.

Chu Yan remembered each other's looks.

However, because Chu Yan was wearing Qian Luo ghost face at this time, the other party did not recognize Chu Yan.

The old man put his hands in his sleeves at this moment, with a weird look on his face, looking at the monks who were digging for treasure.

Chu Yan looked at each other and laughed, "Why don't the old gentleman dig?"

The old man narrowed his neck and laughed, "I'm afraid."

"Well, what is the old gentleman afraid of?"

"Afraid of death." The old man shook his head and shook his head. "I always think there is something wrong, but I can't tell.

Anyway, I regret my life. Sometimes I would rather miss some chances than hope that I would lose my life for no reason. "

He was originally short and now shrinks his neck, more like a timid mouse with a toe cap.

But the words spoken clearly from the heart, seemingly meaningless.

So at this time, his image, in line with his words, seemed more strange to him.

"Oh." Chu Yan nodded, without continuing to ask what was wrong, but turned to look at Xia Shang on the other side.

"Why don't you dig for treasure?" Chu Yan asked.

Xia Shang's face was cloudy and cloudy. At this moment, when he saw Chu Yan looking at himself, he smiled and said, "I just felt that my mood was too undulating. Now my chest is a little stuffy.

I'll go later.

Don't stop here, go quickly.

If you miss something, it will be a shame. "

"Oh, this is the case." Chu Yan nodded.

Suddenly, under the light of Baoguang, he suddenly fangs.

"You haven't been digging for treasure. I thought you knew it would be dangerous, so I didn't want to go ahead."

After hearing this, Xia Shang's face changed instantly.

Horrified, miserable, vicious, doubtful, all kinds of looks, the lantern on his face generally changed a few times quickly.

In the end, he looked blank: "What are you talking about? Is there any danger here? Could there still be Shiren?"

His voice had just fallen, and the crowd who was digging for treasure suddenly heard an exclamation.

The people turned their heads in a hurry, and immediately saw the big man who had been saved by Chu Yan, and stood still at the moment, motionless.

In his hand, he was holding an open wooden box.

There was a lilac smoke from the wooden box.

The smoke floated in the air, condensing but not scattered, turned into a horrible ghost.

And this ghost face is now sticking out a tongue that is afraid of a few feet.

A part of the tongue is in the mouth of the ghost face.

In the other part, he got into the mouth of the big man.

And the big man, standing still at this time, could not move, rolled his eyes, and shivered constantly.

This weird scene caught people off guard, and for a moment everyone saw it in place.

At this time, a sucking sound came from the ghost-faced tongue.

Suddenly, everyone saw that the ghost-faced tongue quickly turned red from the part poked into Dahankou.

The eye-catching bright red quickly stretched down the tongue and into the ghost's mouth.

The ghost's face condensed by the smoke turned into a contented, intoxicated look at this moment.

The big man's body shook even harder at this time.

The flesh of his cheeks, chest, lower abdomen, and extremities, now seemed to be dried up alive, and dried up quickly.

Click, click--

When his chest collapsed, his ribs broke even more.

In just a few breaths, Dahan was sucked into a dead body, and after shaking a few times, he fell to the ground.

Slammed.

Not long ago, a big man with a treasured face was holding a treasure. At this moment, it was like a piece of crisp char wood, and it fell into several pieces on the ground.

And the purple smoke full of blood, at this moment has become solidified.

The sound of gurgling, it continued to lengthen, spread, and fell to the ground, becoming a human figure.

Although it is just a "human" shape, it already has a sense of three-dimensionality and strength.

This "human" shape should be the position of the eyes, and after a few squirming moments, it suddenly opened.

The two blood-red sharp spurs instantly stabbed everyone's eyes.

The evil, violent, and bloodthirsty breath suddenly seemed to be a big invisible hand, and it gripped everyone's hearts.

From sucking up the big man to condensing the smoke into a chengren shape, the entire process actually takes two or three breaths.

But in this short period of time, the changes that have taken place are really incredible.

For a moment, everyone at the scene only felt that their brains were blank and could not reflect them.

"Be careful!"

At this time, Xia Shang's roar broke the silence.

Then everyone came back to God.

"What is this!"

"what happened!"

The faces of the people suddenly showed a look of shock and anger.

And the "human" form that condenses, obviously will not answer them.

The thing held up strongly, and the next moment, like a lightning, rushed towards the monk closest to it.

"Jack! Long Xiao broke his dream palm!"

In a hurry, it was too late to take out the weapon, and the monk burst into a drink and patted the human figure with one palm.

At this moment, the golden light of his palm glowed, and the light kept condensing, like dense steel needles.

Aura is released, at this moment, the power is multiplied.

A plate as wide as a palm can be easily pierced like tofu.

Snapped!

boom!

A palm patted the humanoid chest.

The dull sound seemed to throb a drum of animal skin, which shocked everyone's heart.

The human figure suddenly flew out, smashing the ground's bones into a large pit.

The shot monk also took a few steps backwards, showing a surprised look on his face.

"The feel of this guy ..." The monk blinked, and just spoke a few words, suddenly feeling a cold in his spine, something seemed to be wrong.

Following the horrified gaze of everyone around him, he lowered his head subconsciously.

At this time, he realized that the magic bottle that had just been regarded by him as a treasure, held in his hand, did not know when the bottle opened.

A lilac smoke had come out at this time, as if a python, entangling him tightly.

A stream of forest cold, at this moment through the clothes, through the skin, is constantly penetrating into his body.

After a short while, the monk found in anger that his bone marrow seemed to be frozen and his whole body could not move.

Even more frightening is that the condensed purple smoke, at this time, even spewed out, as if it had eyes, and shot towards his mouth.

Thinking of the horrible death of the big man before him, the monk was anxious and hurriedly closed his mouth and gritted his teeth.

——Content comes from [Migu Reading]