The purple shirt man's plan is simple.

First throw Yuanzhang into this space crack.

After all, the gold master has just paid the deposit, and the remaining spirit stones have not been delivered.

If Yuan Zhen is dead now, he will not only lose the two masters who are in the state of mind, but this large amount of spiritual stones will not be collected.

In addition, this place is seventy to eighty miles away from the town. Even if the other party is in the state of heaven, but his own state is not weak.

This distance is enough to throw Yuanzhang into a crack in the space by himself, and then drill into it again.

As long as there is a crack in the space, it is safe.

At the moment, the man in the purple shirt was ashamed and aggrieved.

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

In other words, let me escape from danger.

But Yuan Zhen, who was thrown at the cracks in the space, seemed to hit the big clock with a bang, and bounced back, his head covered with blood.

"what happened?"

The man in the purple shirt was taken aback.

Although the cracks in space do not seem to be big, this kind of thing is not dealt with by size.

At this point, the crack was more than enough for people to penetrate.

But at the last moment, the man in the purple shirt could see clearly. When Yuan Zhen flew past, it seemed as if he had hit an invisible air wall.

Unexpectedly, such a change would happen, the man in the purple shirt was a little worried.

Having already lost time for this, he couldn't care about Yuan Zhen's life and death. He cast himself and walked towards the cracks in space.

Move fast like lightning.

The next moment, bang! With a muffled sound, the man in the purple shirt felt as if he had run into a running iron armor giant.

For a moment, his head was dizzy, as if split into tens of pieces, and the whole body was painful into the bone marrow, which was 100 times and 1,000 times more painful than Ling Chi.

"How is this going!"

The thought came to his mind, but was immediately overwhelmed by severe pain.

Chu Yan has been playing for thousands of miles, and has now come to the two.

Dead words were cut in vain.

Hey! Yuan Zhen immediately separated his head and blood spilled to the ground.

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

And when the death sentence fell to the man in the purple shirt, a red light suddenly appeared on the man, like a film covering him.

With a clang, the death sentence cut out a dazzling Mars in the man's chest, but he was unable to kill the man.

"talisman?"

Chu Yan had his eyes fixed.

After all, it was a monk in the state of mind, who had just violently struck. Although the man in the purple shirt was briefly confused, at this moment, the aura and blood in his body were working together.

But at this moment he came back and was startled.

Because he didn't think of it at all, Chu Yan was so direct. After he came in front of him, he raised his sword directly to kill.

"I am Ghost Kill Pavilion ..." In a panic, he will immediately report his identity.

As soon as he shouted a few words, he was interrupted by Chu Yan: "Is there a talisman!"

The voice fell, and it was cut with a sword.

clang! Mars exploded in an instant, as if a blaze of fire was set on the man in the purple shirt.

Although the amulet could protect him from harm, he still let his body fall to the ground fiercely, smashing a big pit.

Chu Yan raises his sword and cuts again! boom! The earth collapsed, and the man in the purple shirt sank deeply, tearing a large area and spreading around.

But the amulet's light remained strong.

Chu Yan's eyes narrowed.

At this point he had speculation in his mind.

This amulet is at least a monk in the Purple House, and it can only be done.

Although his current strength is enough to kill the triple state of mind, he still has no ability to resist in the face of Zifujing.

This gully is like a sound of nature! If an ordinary monk realizes at this moment that this amulet is made by a monk from the Purple House, I am afraid that his legs and feet will be softened. Taking advantage of his identity has not been revealed, it is only serious to flee here.

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

The ghost killing court has repeatedly troubled me, and a talisman that can only be beaten wants to scare me away?

This man in a purple shirt, I'm doomed! And Chu Yan also understood at this time that the man in the purple shirt was only in a state of mind, but he had a talisman made by a monk in the purple house, which shows that his identity is definitely not simple, and his position in the ghost killing court is definitely not. general.

"I am Ghost Kill Pavilion ..." The man in the purple shirt wanted to identify himself.

"You kill the ghost!"

Chu Yan yelled, his other arm waved empty, "Cut inflammation!"

Death in one hand, cut inflammation in the other.

The snow was flying and the flames were burning.

"Three Dead Dead Swords!"

"Taiyi leaves the fire knife!"

The torrent of frost and fire generally poured out, banging on the amulet of the purple shirt man.

"Irritated sword!"

"Death!"

Chu Yan slammed his right words and shook his right fist, the light quickly condensed in the palm of his hand.

Eight swords of light in the penalty, while quickly circling around Chu Yan's right fist.

"All Souls Killed!"

"Cui Liu Huating!"

"Yuhe Youdu!"

"Jianling Peaks!"

"Xinghe Thunderstorm!"

With one-handed pinching, the six-handed Feijian flew out and quickly rotated to form a magnificent and powerful killing array.

"Hongmeng Xinghe array!"

Boom boom boom boom! At this moment, the earth seemed to be trampled down by the archaic fierce beasts, constantly breaking and collapsing.

The deserted town dozens of miles away was shattered into ruins at this moment.

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

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

Every resistance to Chu Yan's supernatural power will consume part of the power, and this power cannot be supplemented at this time.

On the contrary, Chu Yan's aura and Chu Yan's killing tricks are like a sloshing river, endless and gushing.

Chu Yan is now fighting a war of attrition.

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

At this moment, endless fear was revealed on his face and eyes.

"Guishege is just collecting money for work. If you want to find this, you should find Yuanzhang. It has nothing to do with me!"

"You know who I am! Don't look at me as just a shopkeeper in Ghost Kill Court, in fact I ..." "Shut up!"

Chu Yan was another record of Tai Yi being cut off from the fire sword.

A deafening sound erupted like a frenzy, and the voice of the man in the purple shirt was suppressed.

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

"Break me!"

Chu Yan took a breath, such as swallowing mountains and rivers, aura in his body, rumbling, rising to the extreme, breathing in one breath, as if he could sink the sun and the moon.

"Death!"

This time, the right-handed seven-handed flying sword, molten metal, looks like the hot sun.

The left hand gripped in the void, and the sky plummeted, and the gods thundered, as if destroying the sky.

The man in the purple shirt who was blasted to the ground and had no resistance at this moment seemed as if he had foreseen his own destiny, his face pale, and his body trembling.

Chu Yan was expressionless and his palms fell together.

"Danikhin lightsaber formation!"

"Zixiao Thunder Dragon!"