The tornadoes flying out at this time are all resentful souls condensed here.

Being attacked and killed by Chu Yan's supernatural powers of ice, they were all forced out.

Although there are a large number of these resentful souls, hundreds of tornadoes roaring between the heavens and the earth, and when they move, they draw long ravines on the ground, but they are weaker than the dead souls that attacked Chu Yan. Don't know how much.

Chu Yan snorted coldly, and silver light flashed between his eyebrows.

"Sword two style!"

Huh! Between the sky and the earth, a piece of cold light was immediately enveloped.

Everything seemed to be plunged into a cold winter, and there was a very cold and solemn smell.

Almost for an instant, the face on the tornado showed a look of extreme fear, wailing and condensing into a series of half-human and half-beast human figures, and fleeing wildly around.

But they moved slightly, and they were immediately cut to pieces.

Immediately, the flames shone, and they were like cinders scattered in the air, and they were immediately burned clean.

For Chu Yan, these dead souls can be solved without even having to eat.

But just as Chu Yan was about to leave here and continue to fly forward and explore, suddenly, his heart moved and went down.

Just when the tornadoes rose up, big pits with no bottom were hit 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 surrounding big pits.

The big pits around, although eerie and weird, and as dark as ink, they give people the feeling that it is caused by the depth.

But the big pit that Chu Yan was facing at this time, there were waves of gray mist lingering in it, and even vaguely, the sound of chanting could be heard, as if many people were praying inside.

"You really don't feel wrong."

Chu Yan said.

The next moment, inside the gate of hell, the voice of that person came: "This...maybe...a bit... tricky..." "Well, I can see it."

Chu Yan looked at the slowly flowing gray mist, nodded and said, "The souls of the dead have a natural pursuit of blood food, so they are often full of murderous aura, but the guy in this deep pit gives me a kind of sacredness. The taste of violation.

If it is in other places, I might still think that this is a master and powerful.

But here, it can only be said that this dead soul has broken away from the essence of the dead soul under the long-term cultivation, and transcended to another stage, just like the monk reaches the real fairyland and completes the transformation of the life level. "

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

"In that case, when I first came to this city of glory, I met a great guy."

As Chu Yan spoke, his figure flashed, and he flew into the deep pit like a streamer.

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

But at this time, the big pit seemed to be a bottomless pit. Chu Yan flew for almost a quarter of an hour, and there was still no sign of reaching the bottom.

Only the thicker and thicker gray smoke around, and the louder and louder chanting, are telling Chu Yan that he is getting closer and closer to the target. Otherwise, he will definitely think that he is lost in a big formation. in.

Flying down for a while, Chu Yan suddenly stopped.

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

Not only that, but the sound of chanting burrowed into his ears from all directions, like magic sounds entering his ears, even if the ear holes were blocked, it could not be stopped.

When I was on the ground before, hearing this chanting still gave people a sense of peace of mind, but at this time the sound around me became more and more rushing, reaching people's hearts, and it turned out to be a kind of bloodline, and I wanted to yell. , Rushing around until the feeling of death from exhaustion.

Chu Yan sneered: "Twisting the void, turning the yin and yang upside down, I want to see what you are."

When the voice fell, Chu Yan took off the Witch Sovereign Sunset Bow on his back, swept away his consciousness, quickly determined a position, and shot the bow.

In an instant, a dazzling fire ignited the dark pit.

The fire exploded, and the end seemed to hit something, and suddenly exploded.

Suddenly, it was like exploding tens of thousands of summer fireworks, with countless broken rays of light, like fire trees and silver flowers spraying around, shining the void like daylight, almost melting on the spot.

Crackling! At the same time, the surrounding void began to shatter under this shock.

The entire void, as if unable to withstand Chu Yan's power, began to collapse and was to be completely annihilated.

But at this moment, a sigh came from above Chu Yan.

"Oh, everyone in the world suffers, and you are no exception."

This sigh was full of compassion, consideration, and understanding.

Chu Yan looked up, and suddenly saw an old man in a gray robe appear in midair.

The old man has a childlike face with a kind face, like a wise elder, looking at Chu Yan with pitying eyes.

On either side of him, there were eight virgins standing, still singing in their mouths.

Although the appearance of the eight boys and girls are all pink and lovely, their eyes are like old people, with vicissitudes and turbidity, making people look very uncomfortable.

Not only that, the uninterrupted chanting at this time was also emitted from the mouths of these eight virgins.

Obviously it is a young child, but the voices they make are for men, women, and children, and not eight people, but more like eight hundred or eight thousand people. Such a situation is simply creepy.

At this moment, the old man sighed slightly, spread his five fingers, and patted forward.

The emptiness that was melting all around stopped collapsing.

The constantly scattered flow of 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 he seemed to be condescending, and he didn't put Chu Yan in his eyes.

But what he said in his mouth was filled with a gentle tone: "Being able to come here is the fate of you and me. In that case, the old will enlighten you, eliminate your hostility, and become my boy. In the future, we will teach the world and enjoy the highest worship."

The old man's voice fell, and the eight boys around him took a step forward, and the chanting in their mouths became more and more rapid and loud, as if magic sounds were in their ears, full of bewitching and seductive flavors.

At this moment, in the gray smoke around Chu Yan, a radiant shadow began to condense.

These phantoms are all exciting pictures.

There is Chu Yan who is high above the throne, and hundreds of millions of monks are kneeling under him.

There was Chu Yan standing in front of the treasure, with mountains of magic weapons and spiritual stones in front of him.

There is also Chu Yan lying on the bed, enjoying the service of countless beautiful female sisters, enjoying all the glory and wealth.