Chapter 1739 (1/2)

In an instant, the disciple thought about what he would end up with.

All don't need Chu speech to hand, the storehouse central door from top to bottom, can tear him alive.

And if he dies, his family and those who have relations with him will surely suffer.

After reading this, the disciple's hair would stand up.

”Go ahead, I'll wait for you for 12 hours. After 12 hours, if your patriarch doesn't come, I'll kill the people here first, and then I'll go to you.” Chu Yan said.

At this time, there is no need for him to speak more.

At the scene, the eyes of the disciples of cangyangmen had already made the disciples of diyuanjing feel uneasy and dare not delay.

After he was sent away, Chu Yan sat down with his knees crossed.

Twelve hours is his last chance to Cang Yangmen.

Also in Chu Yan waiting for this period of time, before he went to the silver city, came a mysterious monk.

The friar, wrapped in a big cloak, walked in a hurry on the streets of silver city.

Finally, he stopped at the place where lianyue cloth shop was.

Today's lianyue cloth line has disappeared from the ground.

What's left is a big pit and a mess all over the ground.

These days, many brave monks are desperate to find out if they can take a chance and find some lost treasures.

But it's a pity that the original treasure house has been emptied and nothing has been left.

However, even so, there are still many people around here, pointing at this big pit, listening to the city residents who saw the hand of master Tianxin on the same day and telling the specific process of what happened.

The cloaked friar watched and listened, listening to the half true and half false descriptions of the people around him, and observing the pit carefully.

The more he looked, the more frightened he was.

After a while, he felt a heat on his wrist.

Looking down, a piece of jade on his wrist turned pale red.

Seeing this, he took another deep look at the big pit, then turned and left.

However, the monk in the cloak did not leave Baiying city. Instead, after seven turns in the city, he turned to an alley.

In one of them, he came to a deserted old house. He stopped, reached out and knocked on the door.

A crack opened in the door.

One eye, across the crack of the door, looked at the monk in the cloak.

The monk in the cloak did not speak. Instead, he raised his arm and showed the jade on his wrist.

The look in the eyes was obviously shocked for a while, and immediately the door opened.

The cloaked friar immediately flashed in, and the gate closed again.

Now, in the courtyard behind the gate, there are seven or eight monks.

These friars are in the state of coagulation.

Although they are monks, they all seem to be frightened at the moment. Everyone will feel pitiful when they see the face full of panic.

At this time, seeing the monk in the cloak coming, they braced themselves up and stood up straight.

The cloaked friar came up to the men and slowly lifted his cloak.

Under the cloak was a young man with dark red hair.

This young man's skin is very white, even white to the point where you can almost see the veins.

But when he lifted his cloak, there was a heat wave, which was pounding around.