Overriding the Heaven

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions of human faces gathered densely together as they roared towards Chu Yan.    

His voice carried incomparable rage, hatred, and a bloody, tragic emotion. It was as if he was going to write the word "kill" out of thin air and strangle Chu Yan to death.    

"Were these all killed by you all those years ago?" Seeing this, Chu Yan could not help but ask.    

"I don't remember …" "It's done …"    

Chu Yan nodded his head. After all, if a person trampled a bunch of ants to death, he would not lower his head and count the number clearly.    

"I want revenge!"    

"I want revenge!"    

"I want revenge!"    

The furious roars became louder and louder. In the end, one could only see countless mouths open like rolling thunder. However, they could no longer hear what the faces were saying.    

At the same time, streams of black gas began to converge from all directions.    

This current of air was as thin as a hair at the beginning, but it slowly gathered together and formed a small stream. The small stream formed a large river and the large river formed a lake.    

Not long after, these black streams of air actually interweaved and formed a large web with the body of the fellow from before as the center.    

At a glance, that fellow's body was almost smashed to smithereens. At this moment, it had turned into an octopus with countless tentacles.    

And among these dense, countless slowly moving tentacles, countless faces were also constantly appearing.    

Every face was roaring at Chu Yan, gritting their teeth, wishing that they could devour his flesh.    

At this moment, if one were outside the godly temple, they would even be able to see black streams of air continuously converging over from every corner of the palace.    

In the air above the Diremonster Palace, an inescapable net had been formed.    

Countless faces appeared on every line of the Inescapable Net.    

These faces were constantly issuing vicious curses.    

When the cultivators that were still searching for treasures in the Great Demonic Palace saw this scene, they all thought that it was some kind of demon that had awoken. They were so scared that their legs became weak and they fell to the ground, trembling, unable to move.    

Behind the godly temple, Zhao Lianxing suddenly frowned and looked at the black pillars that covered the sky.    

She was naturally the person who had climbed the mountain earlier than Chu Yan and the others.    

However, she had a special method. After entering the godly temple, she came directly to the back of it.    

After entering the Diremonster Palace, she had the heavy responsibility of entering.    

But now, looking at the black pillars converging towards the godly temple, her brow furrowed even tighter.    

She had expected this scene.    

However, it was a full two days earlier than she had expected.    

"There shouldn't be such an accident."    

Zhao Lianxing clearly understood that with the intelligence and strategy of that big figure, no matter what plan he had, it was impossible for there to be any mistakes.    

Moreover, this plan was personally made by that grand character.    

It could even be said that everything had been thoroughly considered.    

Logically speaking, everything should have gone according to the plan.    

But now, something unexpected happened.    

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Lianxing stretched out her hand and touched the nearest black waterfall.    

The black silk was like an unfurled black satin.    

However, the continuously flowing black pillars constantly produced hideous and distorted faces. They were gnashing their teeth, making people feel fear at first glance.    

However, Zhao Lianxin didn't seem to care at all.    

She took off the necklace she was wearing around her neck.    

On the necklace hung a crystal.    

In the center of the crystal, there was a scarlet dot sealed. It looked like a drop of blood.    

At this moment, she held the crystal in her hand and drew a line on the silk.    

Sssii! *    

Instantly, a large hole was cut open in the silk.    

On the big hole, a tragic green flame was burning.    

Zhao Lian's eyes lit up as she murmured, "Something really happened."    

At the same time, the flesh-like body that Chu Yan was facing within the godly temple was also undergoing an intense change.    

After a large amount of black gas entered his body, it began to continuously expand, turning his body into what looked like a rotten heart.    

The bubbling black water was also seeping out from the surface of his heart.    

With every beat of the heart, faces could be seen on the surface of the heart.    

Although these faces were all squashing each other, they were all glaring at Chu Yan, roaring at the same time.    

Although their appearances were completely different from before, they could still determine from their auras that this person was the one who had lost their lives that year, causing them to live in regret, despair, unwillingness, loneliness, and ice-cold emotions for more than five thousand years!    

Today, someone woke them up.    

Who had awakened them, and for what purpose, they did not know and did not want to know.    

All they knew was that they wanted revenge. They wanted to kill this fellow before their eyes and take their revenge!    

Revenge!    

Revenge!    

Revenge!    

This black heart continued to expand and grow.    

The billowing black color unceasingly surged and spread.    

In the blink of an eye, the entire world was enveloped in hatred.    

As the black heart expanded, faces got closer and closer to Chu Yan.    

They were roaring, roaring, cheering, celebrating.    

Today, he would finally get his revenge.    

Three hundred meters …    

800 feet …    

500 feet …    

This black heart, gradually reached to the point where one couldn't even see the top, and at the same time, slowly filled Chu Yan's eyes.    

There was no expression on Chu Yan's face.    

He held the flames in his hand as he looked at the numerous faces that appeared on the surface of the black heart.    

Moments later, Chu Yan and the man spoke out at the same time.    

"So that's how it is."    

"So …" "So it's like this …"    

These dead souls had been deliberately awakened by someone.    

There was another purpose in waking them up.    

It was just that no one had expected that the person who had killed all these cultivators back then, would come here with Chu Yan this time, and be caught by the dead spirits.    

"I say, you do have other treasures that others covet." Chu Yan said: "That guy clearly wants to rely on the hatred these dead souls have for you to obtain that treasure.    

In that case, on that treasure, is there still your presence, or perhaps a restriction? "    

Chu Yan believed that if his guess was not wrong, there must be a true treasure hidden within this Demon Palace.    

To surpass this Beheading Flame, this great treasure belonged to the person who had come after the Gates of Hell.    

As for this treasure, either this person had placed a restriction on it, or it still retained this person's aura. Therefore, the person who cast this technique planned to use the hatred these ghosts had towards that person to fight with the restriction or aura until both sides were injured.    

However, the caster did not expect that his original body would also come here.    

With such a strong contrast, the target of these dead spirits were naturally not the treasure, but Chu Yan.