"What's behind?"

Lin Miaoran's heart moved, and suddenly, it felt like a cold snake sticking to her back.

That feeling instantly made her goosebumps stand up.

"Dare you touch her, I will never let you stand up forever." At this time, Chu Yan said with cold eyes, looking behind Lin Miaoran.

At this time, his hand buckled the pattern on his left hand.

A wicked atmosphere, like an erupting spring, spread out all around.

Lin Miaoran didn't know what was behind her, but after Chu Yan said this sentence, the chill that was next to her disappeared immediately.

Under the direction of Chu Yan, she walked to the other side and turned around.

At this time, she finally saw what was behind her.

It was a human figure that seemed to be condensed by mist.

Humanoid feet were about half a foot away from the ground, floating in the air.

It is true, but there is no specific shape. At this moment, only a breeze blows, and the human shape will deform.

But if there is no substance, this thing actually appears in front of him, and Lin Miaoran has just been touched by the other party, and feels that extremely uncomfortable touch.

"This is ... the ghost?" Lin Miaoran whispered.

"Maybe, I'm not sure." Chu Yan stared at the human figure. "Maybe it was the grievance of many monks who died here."

It is not unreasonable for Chu Yan to say so.

The stronger the monk, the stronger the spirit. If you die with resentment, then the possibility of the ghost condensing into shame after death is much larger than those of ordinary spirits.

And here is the Wan Yao Burial Ground, itself a place where ghosts gather.

After Chu Yan said this sentence, the ghost seemed to understand what he meant, and didn't know what he thought of. The pale eyes of the ghost appeared a faint scarlet scar.

"You try?" Chu Yan smiled coldly, hooked his fingers, and pulled out a chain from the palm of his left hand.

Suddenly, the gloom from Hell poured out.

This white ghost suddenly seemed to be grabbed by countless hands and pulled hard around him, and it was deformed and torn.

The twisted and blurred features of the ghost immediately appeared a pleading look.

The monsoon of **** is the most terrifying existence for any soul.

Chu Yan looked at each other coldly.

You begged me to let you go?

Who do you think you are!

Wow!

The chain was pulled out again.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

The wind was rolling around, and even a wailing and mournful sound came.

The ghost's painful expression continued to twist.

After a while, under the watchful eye of Chu Yan and Lin Miaoran, he actually kneeled down, scratched his head desperately toward Chu Yan, and raised one hand, pointing at himself, pointing at Chu Yan, and then pointing at the mountain behind him. past.

"He seems to have something to say." Lin Miaoran said after observing.

"I don't understand then." Chu Yan shook his head.

Ghosts and ghosts are all turned into resentment, and none is a good thing.

Especially this guy, just dared to start with Lin Miaoran.

Chu Yan gave a sneer and suddenly made a force.

Woo!

The strength of the monsoon monsoon suddenly increased, and the ghost's body continued to stretch. On the surface of the body, gaps appeared, crumbling, as if the next moment, it was torn apart.

It seems to understand that if he doesn't do anything, he will be torn up completely by Chu Yan.

The ghost suddenly scratched his head even more, and not only turned toward Chu Yanyan, but also turned to face the mountain peak.

Chu Yan's eyes narrowed.

This ghost seems to be saying that it appears here, meaning Inu God Mountain.

But-how about this?

Who told you that you were about to hit Lin Miaoran just now.

Seeing that Chu Yan hadn't stopped, the ghost swung his arm sharply to the side.

A slight roar, not far from Chu Yan and Lin Miaoran, the snow collapsed, revealing several dry corpses lying there.

The dead body is not the most noticeable.

The most important thing to note is the pearly radiance of the dead body.

That's the sheen of magic!

Carrying magic weapons, then these dead corpses were at least monks in Diyuan Realm before their death!

The meaning of this ghost is immediately clear: I was ordered to send you treasures by the orders of Inu God Mountain.

"Oh." Chu Yan nodded toward the ghost, "Trouble you."

The voice fell, a zip chain.

Hey!

The monsoon monsoon slammed in a sudden, tearing the ghost into pieces.

"It's a pity you got me."

Chu Yan glanced blankly at the empty void and led Lin Miaoran to the corpses.

These corpses have died for an unknown number of years. The body's water has passed away cleanly, and now there are skinny, black corpses.

Chu Yan's clothing had never been seen before, so there was no way to judge their origin.

However, Chu Yan is still very interested in their magic weapon.

Every magic weapon must be at least a magic weapon.

Chu Yan waved the desolate halberd, and the corpses rolled to the side. The storage bags and scattered artifacts all fell into Chu Yan's feet.

"Chu Yan, can these be moved?" Lin Miaoran still hesitated.

"The inu **** mountain gave it to me, of course." Chu Yan said.

"But—" Lin Miaoran blinked in confusion, "why did Inugamiyama send a ghost, and then point us where these treasures are?"

Chu Yan's eyes flashed, but he said, "It's not very clear, but since it's for us, put it away first.

After all, if we want to practice in this Inu God Mountain, it is not enough to rely on the resources we carry. "

This is what Chu Yan told Lin Miaoran, because the other party was worried.

As for the real reason, Chu Yan has guessed probably.

Everyone is using each other now.

The magical tools that fell under Chu Yan's feet were all weapons.

However, the current state of Chu Yan and Lin Miaoran cannot be used, but this cannot prevent Chu Yan from putting them into their own storage bags.

After all, the magical tool is a magic weapon that can only be used in the state of the earth and the state of mind.

Based on the rareness of monks in these two realms, these magic weapons can definitely be regarded as a lot of wealth.

Moreover, Chu Yan believes that these artifacts he saw at this moment are just the nine cattle and one hair left on all the artifacts in Inu God Mountain.

Really good goods have never appeared.

After collecting these artifacts temporarily, Chu Yan looked to the three storage bags to the ground.

It may be because of the age, the original pattern of the storage bag has also changed color.

The ban on the sealing of storage bags has also lost its effectiveness.

Chu Yan now seemed to open an ordinary pocket and opened one of his storage bags.

Suddenly, a blue glow came out of the storage bag.

The strong aura surprised Chu Yan: "Spirit stone!"

But when Chu Yan poured out the contents of the storage bag, he found that he had thought too simple before.