Chapter 1292 (1/2)

Looking at the short man who was pouring liquid from his upper and lower body at the same time, Chu Yan frowned.

He raised his hand and tried to kill the guy.

But... It's too dirty.

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Yan put down his hand and turned to walk towards the ashes of the female zombie.

If it was Chu Yan who was controlling the body, he would not hesitate to cut off the dwarf's head.

Because his highness Chu's rule is that once he is sure that he is the enemy, he should first chop his head, and then sit down and talk slowly.

But now, the one who has taken over the body is self reliant and has not done so.

But it should be just an explanation from his heart.

And in fact, the reason is - he's dirty.

Walking to the ashes left by the female zombie, an invisible wave of air suddenly blows.

Suddenly, the ashes on the ground disappeared.

This also means that the female zombies, who have existed for more than 20000 years and are enough to become the ancestors of many zombies, have completely disappeared.

After the ashes were blown away, the palm sized corpse core inside was exposed.

In the core of the corpse, the blood is flowing.

There is no doubt that this is a big tonic.

Before Chu Yan did not pick up, because he felt useless to himself.

But now he came back because he felt that the original owner of the body would need it very much.

But just when he reached out and was ready to grasp the corpse core, a cold sword ran out from behind, and then crossed in front of Chu Yan's neck.

At the same time, behind Chu Yan came Qian Cheng's smiling voice: ”I didn't expect that there was a big fish hidden in a group of small shrimps.”

Qian Cheng is very proud at the moment.

Although he didn't know exactly what was going on here.

But Li Mo, Ma Cheng and others are dead, and only this disciple named Chu Yan is still intact, that is enough to explain the problem.

In addition to the previous behavior of Chu Yan pressing Li Mo on the side of a warship, Qian Cheng comes to the conclusion that Chu Yan must be a disciple who has a big chance to surpass his peers.

Such a monk should have been fighting for Ziwei.

But at this time, in Qian Cheng's eyes, it is a pity.

Who got you involved in this mission.

It's a pity that he is another genius. Before he can grow up, he died halfway.

Qian Cheng didn't hide his intention at the moment.

The dwarf, not far behind him, now opened his mouth, as if trying to remind him of something.

But because of the extreme shock, the dwarf's mouth was wide open to the extent that ordinary people can't imagine, but he couldn't make any sound.

At this moment, in the eyes of the dwarf, Qian Cheng's own fortune on his head, like being hanged, slowly dissipates.

In front of Qian Cheng, Chu Yan, who is facing them at this time, can't see his luck.

But he can see a picture.

The vast, dark sea, now set off one after another waves, large white bones, corpses, floating in the sea.

These white bones and corpses, each of them is huge, beyond the dwarf's imagination.

And the most terrifying thing is that over the sea, a white throne is burning a miserable green flame, with its back to him, hovering quietly.

Ancient, wild, magnificent, terrifying, gloomy, despairing, calamity, all kinds of breath, from the figure of Wei'an looming on the white bone throne.

This is a great man who can weigh history with one hand!

Such a character, how can a dwarf be qualified to watch his fortune.