Chapter 1595 (2/2)

But he did not know why, a wave of despair, at this time, it seems to be a tide in general, constantly pouring into his heart, how can not stop.

The other side just stood there, but the terrible pressure was like an archaic God, making him feel that his soul would be pressed into pieces of paper.

In an instant, sweat soaked his robe.

Every breath, the chest is also like a mountain, extremely difficult.

But the monk of the ghost killing Pavilion is still struggling to support.

Even if the sweat was flowing into his eyes at the moment, which made his eyes tingle, he also looked at Chu Yan and wanted to know how Chu Yan did it.

”You... Don't deserve... To know...”

Boom!

A word falls, Chu Yan takes a step forward.

At this moment, the mountains and rivers are shaking, the sun and the moon are shaking, and the stars are falling.

In a flash, Chu Yan came to the monk of guisha Pavilion and said, ”I'll ask you a question...”

”What, what?” The monk of ghost killing Pavilion shivered.

If any friar saw this scene at the moment, it would be absolutely incredible.

In front of a monk with a triple mind, he was as weak as a rabbit.

”I'm worth... How much...”

”Eh?” The monk of ghost killing pavilion was stunned for a moment, and then he reflected what the other side wanted to ask.

But this time, this guy asked what to do!

Although I thought so, the monk of ghost killing Pavilion didn't dare to make a sound.

He was pale and trembling. He raised one hand and put up a finger.

”One hundred million... Lingshi... Um...” Chu Yan frowned.

The monk of ghost killing Pavilion shivered and almost fell from the air.

Are you kidding me? One hundred million spirit stone is more than enough to invite monks out of the peak of purple mansion!

Chu Yan saw the clue from each other's fleeting expression.

His eyes narrowed slightly: ”ten million... Spirit stone...”

Ten times less, this man's mood suddenly became not very good.

The monk of ghost killing Pavilion is also aware of Chu Yan's dissatisfaction.

But ten million is not a decimal.

In the ghost killing Pavilion, ten million spirit stones are the lowest price for ZiFuJing.

But, but, you are just a heavy state of mind, how can't turn to the purple mansion realm to do it - think of here, the monk of ghost killing Pavilion wants to cry.

Looking at each other's deformed facial features, the two big bubbles of tears in his eyes, the chilly meaning in his highness Chu's eyes, such as the cold wind, almost freezes the surrounding hundred Li.

The original clear sky, at this moment, dark clouds, lead gray thick clouds, heavy pressure down, giving people a sense of despair to collapse.

”Only... One million...” Chu Yan's dissatisfaction at the moment, I'm afraid an idiot can feel it.

Although he knew that admitting would directly ignite the other party's accumulated dissatisfaction and anger, under Chu Yan's oppressive eyes, the monk of ghost killing Pavilion did not dare to lie at all.

When two lines of tears finally came down, he nodded.

Then Chu Yan's hand pressed on his head.

Five fingers are like a mountain, which makes the monk feel that the sun and the moon are upside down and the five elements are disordered.

”It's so... Cheap...”

Shua!

Suddenly, the monk of the ghost killing Pavilion, like a meteor hammer, was directly thrown up by Chu Yan in the air.