Although Chu Ming was just writing the inscriptions, Chu Yan was highly concentrated.

But at this moment, before taking the last and most critical step, he still took a little time, carefully checked, and was relieved after making sure that there were no mistakes.

"As long as there is no problem with this inscription, it will be a lot easier."

Settled down, Chu Yan's wrists flipped, and the palm of his hand suddenly came out with seven more storage bags.

Inside these seven storage bags is the body of the devil's son.

There are seven positions in the skull, chest, abdomen, arms and legs.

Chu Yan first took out the other two arms and legs, and used a nail with the same inscription on it to nail four of the seven positions.

After the arms and legs were fixed, the inscription on the ground in that area changed.

The characters of Mingwen seemed to come alive, shaking slightly and showing a faint glow.

This light shone brightly into the cage of time and space.

Suddenly, it gave a feeling of insidiousness.

But Chu Yan calmly.

Next, he took out the abdomen and chest of the devil's son, and nailed them to the ground with the same large nails.

As a result, the remaining seven positions are now only the last one.

Chu Yan also took out the last storage bag and opened it upside down. Suddenly, the devil's messy head fell to the ground, and after a few laps, he stopped, facing Chu Yan.

It seemed that all of a sudden it was taken out, and the devil's son was not quite comfortable.

But soon, he reacted from the aggressive state with a pair of eyes, staring at Chu Yan fiercely: "You dare to take me ..." Chu Yan cut his opponent's tongue with his backhand.

Majinko: "..." "You are so noisy, look again, I will dig out your eyes."

Chu Yan looked faintly at each other. "No eyes or tongue, it has no effect on what I do next."

Devil's son: "..." Although his heart was still angry, but Chu Yan's ruthless and decisive shot just frightened him.

In fact, his eyes were dug, and he didn't worry that he couldn't see it.

He is undead and can recover even if he is seriously injured.

Eyes are dug up for a month or two, and they can grow back again.

But Chu Yan just frightened him.

But this deterrence lasted a few breaths in total.

Because next, the demon Shizi saw the inscription on the ground, and his body nailed to the surroundings.

His eyes widened in an instant, and the next moment, there was a look of anger and shock in his eyes.

"woo woo woo woo!"

There was a roar inside his throat.

If he can speak at this moment, the devil's son must be greeting the whole family of Chu Yan with the most vicious words in the world.

At this time, it became more clear how prescient the Chu Yan had just cut the other's tongue.

"You have nothing to be angry about. If I lost in your hands before, I would end up miserable than now."

Chu Yan's tone was light, and he explained the facts to the other party.

Between words, he reached for a breath, grabbed the head of the devil's world, walked towards the last open space, and placed his head squarely on the ground.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The devil's son is still yelling, venting his anger.

"So noisy."

Chu Yan felt the last nail.

Each of these nails is more than a foot long, with a little radian. The inscriptions on the nails are directly printed on it during firing.

At this moment, the light suddenly flickering around, it became more and more cold and horrible.

"You said that you would frustrate me and throw me to the lowest demons and let them play hard with me."

Chu Yan snorted, "It seems that your underground demons' psychology is quite distorted.

But rest assured, since your prince's father has chased and killed me, I will count this account back in the future.

Oh, I forgot to tell you that after I chopped you up, the spirit of your father appeared and wanted to kill me.

But now, I am here. "

Originally the devil was still grinning with his teeth and roared.

But the moment he heard Chu Yan's words, he froze, opened his mouth, and could no longer make a sound.

Obviously, he also thought of the key.

His father, but the powerful presence of the Purple House.

Didn't even get the monk down?

Suddenly, in the eyes of the devil's son, anger was replaced by shock and doubt.

This news, like a thunder on the ground, directly blew up the head of the demon world.

Chu Yan didn't want to talk to each other anymore.

He squared the other's head carefully, then held the last spike in his hand, and slammed into the center of the other's head.

The devil's son is still shocked, and suddenly feels the sound of hunting wind from his head, suddenly realizes something, and raises his eyes.

Suddenly, he saw a dark shadow, like black lightning, like a black dragon in the clouds, crashing down towards his head.

He opened his mouth and wanted to make a sound.

But the next moment, the spike pierced through his heavenly cover, followed by his head, palate, throat, and then nailed to the ground.

The inscriptions on the spikes now glow, and the inscriptions on the ground form some mysterious frequency.

The body of the devil's son never moved again, his eyes rolled up, and at this time he looked particularly scary.

But after a while, a black mist appeared on the surface of the spike.

This black mist didn't flutter everywhere, so he wrapped the body parts of the devil.

After a while, the seven body parts of the devil's son, like seven black air masses, were placed on the ground.

Chu Yan retreated to the doorway of the stone room and observed it with a gazing eye.

After about a meal, the sound of gurgling came from these seven black air masses.

Then the luster rose from the edge of the inscription on the ground, like a tide, wave by wave, rushing towards the body of the central monsoon pond, it seemed very regular.

"All right."

By this time, Chu Yan's heart was completely relaxed.

If you compare the whole process to hens laying eggs.

All Chu Yan just did is to lay the egg down.

Now, it's starting to hatch eggs.

The body of the monsoon pond is what Chu Yan expected in the future.

The body of the devil is a nourishment for this chicken.

After another quiet observation, after the body of the monsoon pond was gradually covered with a layer of black light, Chu Yan exited the Guixu Tower, returned to the practice room and continued to meditate.

The moonlight spread like mercury, and the island where Chu Yan was was restored to peace.

At the same time, however, the atmosphere in the palace of an island about thousands of miles away from the island of Chu Yan was particularly depressing.

Pan Mengchen knelt on the cold ground at this moment, her eyes filled with aggrieved tears, and she looked up at a figure standing in front of the window.

The figure turned her back and looked at the sea outside the huge window.

The sound of rustling waves seemed particularly clear in this quiet night.

The other party didn't speak, Pan Mengchen didn't dare to say anything, but let the tears slide down his cheeks.

Soon after, a tear dripped from her chin to the ground, and a tick broke the silence of the palace.