Chapter 1155 (1/2)

What Chu Yan took out was like a pipe and a piece of bamboo.

Kong Xian felt vaguely familiar, but he was not sure whether it was something he had guessed in his mind.

Then he saw Chu Yan take out another stone.

This stone, which Kong Xian had seen before, is the most common one in the mine cave.

The blood soul tongxuan mine in the mine cave had been mined clean, so what Chu Yan took out at this time was not the ore, but a common stone.

”What are you doing with such a stone?” Confucius was puzzled.

Chu Yan looked at the stone and said, ”do you remember what Zhang Bo said before?”

”Which one?” Kong Xian frowned slightly.

”I praised him at that time. He was very familiar with the environment inside the mine.” Chu Yan said.

Kong Xian thought a little, nodded his head and said, ”I remember clearly. What he said to you at that time was that he used to patrol in the mine cave, and he also said that if he went down to the mine cave, he would not know much about it.”

Speaking of this, Kong xianmou suddenly flashed a fine awn: ”you praised him at that time, but also on purpose!”

”Yes.” Chu Yan nodded.

His fingers gently rubbed on the stone: ”I think what he said is half true and half false.”

”Oh?” Confucius asked, ”which is true and which is false?”

”I think so.” At the same time, Chu Yan pressed the dark pipe on the stone. ”It's true to patrol frequently, but I don't know whether it's false.”

The voice falls at the same time, Chu Yan suddenly force.

Shua, the black pipe in his hand suddenly inserted into the stone.

Kong Xian knew that Chu Yan must have his intention to do so.

So he shut up and waited for the change.

After a moment, Kong Xian saw a wisp of smoke coming out from the other end of the pipe.

And more and more thick, and coagulation but not scattered.

At a glance, it seems that the stone is full of smoke. Now the pipe is guiding the smoke out.

But what Kong Xian didn't expect was that the smoke was just the beginning.

Soon, the temperature in this room began to drop.

And it's falling very fast.

That kind of cold feeling makes people feel as if they are in an ice cave.

Chu Yan and Kong Xian are both monks, and they are also monks of Di Yuan Jing. They have not been afraid of cold and heat for a long time.

But at the moment, they still feel a cold, like a steel needle, all the way, along the pores, into the body, toward their bone marrow.

Kong Xian looked at Chu Yan, saw Chu Yan's brow, and began to wrinkle. He said faintly, ”there's something.”

And he also saw that there was an anger in Chu Yan's eyes, gathering slowly.

Kong Xian continued to watch.

Soon he heard someone sobbing in a low voice.

In the cold room, then suddenly came the clear voice of someone crying.

Anyone would be taken aback.

Kong Xian is no exception.

But for him, it was more surprising.

The crying voice gradually became chaotic, but at the same time, what Confucius felt was not the weakening of the crying voice, but the rising number of people crying.

From one person crying to one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand people crying.

Crying, also began to be accompanied by howling and roaring.

Kong Xian felt his back numb.

He already knew vaguely what Chu Yan was doing.

These voices, not from real people, but from the smoke.