C1062 Appeared
C1062 Appeared
By the time Chu Yan stopped, the monster was almost like a ball of cotton.
At this moment, no one would dare to associate this piece of trash with the fearsome monster.
If the monster was still conscious and able to speak, the first thing it would say would be: I'm wrong.
"Can this thing help you recover your strength?"
"Should... "I can …"
"Oh, then I won't give it to you."
"…"
Chu Yan grabbed the monster that had no ability to move at all and threw it into the darkness.
Strangely, however, there was no sound of the monster landing after it was thrown out.
Chu Yan squinted his eyes and looked at the darkness.
With Chu Yan's eyesight, he was naturally able to see further through the darkness than the average cultivator.
However, at this time, the direction he was looking was like a deep ink; he couldn't see anything.
There must be something wrong.
Chu Yan used the Eight Desolations Soul Extinguishing Halberd to prop himself up from the ground and slowly stood up.
The nearby cultivators were originally rejoicing at the fact that they had survived the calamity, but when they saw Chu Yan's actions, they also felt that the atmosphere had gone wrong.
Their gazes all turned to the darkness at the same time.
The darkness was like ink, like a tide, like a deep night, like a sea that could not be seen to the end.
After staring for a moment, many people at the scene felt uneasy.
At this moment, it was as if the darkness had turned into a soundless vortex that was about to suck away all the hope, beauty, happiness and vitality within one's heart.
"There's a problem." Lin Yushan tightly gripped his saber hilt.
The cultivators present all gripped their weapons, and a serious expression emerged on their faces.
"Click ~ ~ ~"
The sound of metal hitting metal echoed out.
It was like a light hammer, striking at the hearts of everyone present.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat.
At this moment, Chu Yan felt a throbbing sensation from behind the door to hell.
"Let me... "Get out …"
"I don't." Chu Yan rejected him immediately.
Ever since he knew that this man had coveted his body and wanted to take it over, the relationship between the two parties had become irreconcilable.
In this kind of situation, Chu Yan naturally could not allow his own body to be controlled by the other party.
"Unless I'm out of my mind."
"…"
"You … "Listen to me …"
"Let's talk after I get rid of this problem." After Chu Yan finished speaking, he no longer bothered with that person.
He focused his gaze on that patch of darkness.
"Click ~ ~ ~"
Another crisp sound rang out.
This time, the sound was much closer to the crowd.
The hands of the cultivators holding their weapons couldn't help but tremble slightly.
The surrounding air seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment. It was so heavy that it caused one to feel an incomparable sense of oppression.
Staring at the darkness, a sharp light flashed across Chu Yan's eyes after a while.
In the darkness, a hazy shadow appeared.
This shadow was very strange, like a large ball of cotton, floating in the air.
Very quickly, the shadow became clear.
In the eyes of everyone present, they focused and in the next moment, they all revealed astonished expressions.
That huge cotton wool thing was the monster that was almost smashed to pieces by Chu Yan previously.
Regardless of what this monster was like in the beginning, or what it looked like after drinking the blood.
In short, after being crushed by Chu Yan's explosive power, it was now dead beyond compare, like a ball of cotton.
As for why this cotton wool was thought to be floating in the air, the reason was very simple. It was because it was raised above the head by a single hand.
Even though the monster was now almost cotton wool, compared to the arms of normal humans and humans, it was still huge.
In addition to the cover of darkness, it was difficult for the crowd to notice the monster's thin arm beneath its body.
What surprised everyone was that it was the old man who slipped away as soon as the chaos broke out.
That old man was extremely timid and didn't have any other abilities, but his timing of escape was first-rate.
At that time, he saw that something was wrong and decisively slipped away, hence why he did not get caught up in the chaos later on.
But now, why was he back?
Furthermore, why did he return in such a strange manner?
Everyone looked at each other, but they became more cautious.
This scene was simply too bizarre.
However, very quickly, someone realized that something was wrong with this old man.
"Look at his face —"
Everyone looked over and found that the old man's facial features were all twisted in extreme fear. Sweat was pouring out of his entire body, not just from the top of his head.
Wherever he went, he could see wet footprints.
It was as if there was a great calamity and a great terror pushing him towards the crowd.
"Halt!" Among the crowd, some cultivators noticed that the situation wasn't right and nocked their bows, aiming at the old man.
"Don't, don't kill me …" What surprised and confused everyone was that this old man could still speak.
And judging from his fearful and twisted expression, he didn't look like he was possessed at all.
It was just that at this moment, his voice had changed due to his fear.
"Don't, don't kill me, I, I …"
As he spoke, two streams of tears flowed down from the old man's eyes.
"I was forced, wuu …"
The old man with the white beard was crying like a seventy year old child.
"Then what are you doing?" The white-robed cultivator frowned.
"I told you." The old man was both wronged and terrified. "I was forced to."
"Who forced you?" The white-robed cultivator's frown deepened.
"Hehe, so it's just a bunch of ants. That guy is hiding, and he doesn't dare to see me anymore?"
It was at this moment that a metallic scraping sound came from the old man's body.
His voice was turbid and heavy, causing those who heard it to feel as if their ears were buzzing, and their entire body's vital energy and blood had become chaotic. They only felt exceptionally uncomfortable.
The light in Chu Yan's eyes started to congeal.
"Who's talking!" The white-robed cultivator drew his sword and pointed it at the old man.
He could clearly see that the old man's mouth did not move, but the voice came from his body.
There must be something odd about it.
"Five thousand years ago, who would dare to speak to me like that?"
The metallic voice rang out once more.
The next moment, with a "chi" sound, the old man's body was ripped apart from the middle.
The viscous blood even drew a long line in the air.
The monster's body was also being torn in half.
It was as if that piece of space had suddenly been split apart by a power that was strong enough to cut apart space and time.
A tall figure slowly walked out of the blood mist.
He wore armor.
Every step he took on the ground …
The sound of metal clanging against metal came from all directions.