Chu Yan's weird expression was placed in Huang Si's eyes, which was frightened and stupid.

You were n’t very proud before, did n’t you kill someone without blinking, did n’t you kill the same level like killing chickens and dogs, you did n’t even arrange the Yuanyuan to be overcast to death.

Now let you feel the big horror!

Huang Sizhen laughed and shook his head.

That huge haunting cross-flower, at this moment, all the petals were swollen red.

Its stamens are also quite straight.

Heads were opened, their mouths opened, and their mouths were sobbing.

At this moment, the surrounding light became dim, full of despair.

A strong bloody, rancid smell penetrated Chu Yan's nostrils at this time.

Looking down, Chu Yan saw the source of the rancidity and knew what it was.

It was a rotten, ragged, headless body.

These corpses, as if immersed in mud, are constantly floating from the ground at this moment, some of them are just outlines, and some of them have been exposed.

Some of these bodies were entangled in Chu Yan's arms.

Some hug Chu Yan's thighs.

Some are holding Chu Yan's waist.

And they are still coming together from all around, crawling towards Chu Yan, trying to reach his body and covering him.

"Really ... smelly."

Chu Yan frowned.

The power of these dead souls is unexpectedly great.

The arms seemed to be as dry as wood, and the blood and flesh had fallen from their arms, as if they were cast of copper and iron.

At this point grabbing Chu Yan's wrist and making him want to turn it, there is no way to do it.

A few moments later, the corpse piled up with corpses had buried Chu Yan in his neck and drowned his chest, leaving only a head still exposed.

"Your sea, are you ready?"

Huang Siyi laughed and shook his head suddenly.

Suddenly, Wraith crossed the sea's head, brushed his mouth open, and screamed enough to pierce the eardrum.

These sounds turned into strips of tentacles, rotten and dripping with thick juice, all struck towards Chu Yan.

"Nausea," Chu Yan said.

These tentacles disappeared suddenly less than a foot away from Chu Yan.

The next moment, Chu Yan felt a sense of coldness, spreading from his back to the whole body.

"Close your eyes and enjoy the fear before you die!" Huang Si laughed loudly.

Chu Yan closed her eyes slowly.

At this time, the continually spreading cold made his whole body skin appear frost-like white.

He could feel that he knew the dead souls of the sea, laughing, crying, mourning, groaning, gritting his teeth, and cursing fiercely.

With hatred, they kept sinking towards the sea of ​​knowledge of Chu Yan.

Huang Si can also see Chu Yan's knowledge of the sea through the dead soul at this moment.

She likes to watch a monk's knowledge of the sea being destroyed.

Constant corruption, decay, and then become her power.

"Your sense is strong."

"It's no exaggeration to say that you are the strongest I have seen at the same level."

"It's a pity to kill you like this."

"But there is no way, who made you lose my body today."

"If this feud is not reported, how can I raise my head in the future?"

"Are you scared, scared, and begging for mercy?"

"Useless, even if you kneel down and beg me, I won't spare you."

"Very good, very good, going to the deepest part of the sea you know."

"These souls will take root in the deepest part of your sea of ​​knowledge, and then sprout."

"Where the soul is, your sea of ​​knowledge will be constantly destroyed."

"In the beginning, you will feel pain and headache."

"But don't worry, this process won't last long."

"Because it only takes a while, as the sea of ​​knowledge is destroyed, you will become a fool."

"Fools don't feel pain, you know that."

"So it's cheaper for you."

"Well, what is this?"

Suddenly, Huang Si's words turned, and he made a sound of doubt.

Chu Yan knew that at this time, Huang Si saw the seal of knowing the sea with the group of dead souls.

"Why is there a circle in your circle?"

"There are inscriptions on the face."

"But I don't understand. It seems you have encountered something."

Huang Si didn't recognize that it was normal for the seal.

As disciples from the martial arts, the transformational monsters and the monks in the state of mind are legendary beings.

The seal set by the Great Demon of Change and the Monk of the Heavenly Mind was the seal of Chu Yanzhihai. If he can recognize it, then it is strange.

"It seems like this should be a good thing. Well, when you die, I'll dig it out, it's mine now." Huang Si said for granted.

"Take it away, take it away, I don't want this thing." Chu Yan secretly said.

Continue down.

A moment later, Huang Si heard a more shocking voice.

This time, she almost screamed.

"What is this? A portal!"

"What an old breath!"

"This is Yu! This is Yu!"

"It's great, it's great!"

"I Huang Cong lost my body, and it didn't take long before I could meet!"

"This portal must be from ancient times!"

"And I can feel the presence of undead breath!"

"Get it, my strength must have a qualitative leap!"

"Come on! Get it for me!"

Although Huang Si closed her eyes at this moment, her face was eager and eager to wait, but she almost broke out.

When she screamed, the large group of undead screamed and roared suddenly, rushing towards the gate of hell.

Huang Si believes that this is her chance.

Her good day is finally here!

Facing the breath of the undead, this group of undead souls also felt familiar and kind.

They want to swallow it and make up for it.

"You are mine!"

With Huang Si's roar, the dead souls like Chu Yanhai's tentacles all gathered together, as if they were old trees packed with roots, and in an instant, intertwined and condensed into one big hand, and seized it fiercely towards the gate of hell.

The palm is huge, even the gate of **** is even bigger.

At this moment, Chu Yan's knowledge of the sea seemed to be severely oppressed with the horror of covering the sky and the sun.

When the palms pressed to the gates of hell.

The gate of **** flashed.

The next moment, a sound that sounded like a long sleep, sounded lightly.

The sound is slightly similar to Chu Yan.

"roll."

Just one word.

But with great majesty like the ancient floods.

Crackling!

Suddenly, the tentacle intertwined with the dead soul quickly collapsed, exploded, and annihilated.

Fingers, palms, wrists, arms--

Suddenly, the smoke disappeared.

The swarms of souls didn't even have the chance to scream, struggle, and express their fear!