Chapter 1693 (1/2)

Normally, the place where monks return to the ruins should be peaceful.

The monk returned to the ruins, and his aura returned to heaven and earth.

The higher the realm of a monk, the stronger the aura of the place where he is. It is normal for him to form a blessed place.

But at this time, in the huge cave where Chu Yan was, not only the killing breath rose like smoke, but also the resentment was wanton, just like the breeding pool of countless evil spirits.

At this time, there was a slight sound in Chu Yan's ears.

He turned his head to look at it, and immediately saw that there were many white bones in front of him, which stirred up and formed a big bag on the ground.

The next moment, the sound of Dong, like the sound of beating a war drum, came from the big bag, shaking the bones around.

With this dull sound, the smell of blood, rage, cruelty, and resentment around us quickly gathered together.

Scarlet light, also from around the farthest that hundred story tall white beast eyes pan out.

From a distance, the scarlet light seemed to surge and flow.

Boom!

A more deafening sound came.

The uplift of the ground, suddenly expanded ten times, like a hill!

Chu Yan felt an extremely strong sense of killing, which came from the big bag.

This sense of killing and resentment is like a ghost who has been suppressed for countless years in hell. With a sense of great hatred, he wants to rush to the world, torture everyone and turn the world into Purgatory.

Sobbing, sobbing!

At this moment, the sound of wailing, roaring, and the sharp impact of the blades all around suddenly became loud.

Huge sound, constantly friction in this space, as if ten thousand horses galloping, steel torrent pouring, one by one thunder violent explosion in general.

Chu Yan's eyes were fixed and his arms were shining.

Not only the punishment of heaven is in hand, but also cutting inflammation is in hand.

In this big bag on the ground, sharp, fierce, cruel, slaughter, despair, resentment, all kinds of breath, like boiling water.

So breath, let Chu Yan understand, at this moment, is not what kind of generation.

”The place of Guixu... Is it not only Guixu, but also the way of life and death?” Chu Yan guessed in his heart.

But there are many things that people can't understand at the scene.

However, at this time, it is impossible to retreat completely.

Because the uplift of the ground, this moment has been like lifting the lid of the rolling oil, in an instant, split open.

Click!

A deep gap, tearing open.

Blue phosphorous fire, with the cold of penetrating bone marrow, spurted out from the crack.

The white bone covering the big bag was immediately burned to fly ash.

At the same time, the pupils of the skulls of all the monsters around all exuded a terrible dark red.

At a glance, it's like the dense blood sucking bats in the dark cave, staring at you with bloodthirsty eyes.

Boom!

The ground shook again.

Immediately, a coffin big enough to fill a room rushed out of the bag.

Like the tentacles of octopus, the phosphorous fire swept around.

The white bones in the area of ten li all burned clean.

With the coffin as the center, it was cleared out of a piece of white ground!

The blue phosphorous fire is still dancing like a Golden Snake, licking the huge coffin.

This coffin above, originally solidified with a layer of black color.

In Chu Yan's opinion, it was the dried up blood.

Now, the black blood, burned by the cold phosphorous fire, is like a melting candle, flaking off.

These exfoliated blood clots, when burned again, immediately turned into black smoke, and sent out a piercing roar of eardrum, and floated around.

Among the blood clots, the coffin also showed its original appearance.