Chapter 1747 (1/2)

Elder Lin's eyes were filled with the last glimmer of hope.

Chu Yan's fingers pointed at her without hesitation: ”you!”

Elder Lin's body was shocked. He felt that a strong force intruded into his brain, and then his brain expanded rapidly.

Bang!

A stream of blood spring, mixed with brain pulp, meat and bone debris, sprayed a full three story height.

The rich aura scattered around.

Elder Lin staggered. After walking two steps forward, he fell to the ground with a bang.

In a moment, Chu Yan was the only one standing in the open space outside the assembly hall.

This area, full of a strong smell of blood, makes people breathe, as if immersed in a pool of blood.

The same rich, there are from these monks out of the body of the rolling aura.

Chu Yan looked at the headless corpse. He just glanced at elder Lin and said faintly, ”do you deserve to talk to me?”

After taking away the storage magic weapon of these monks, Chu Yan stepped over the corpse and went straight to the treasure house of Cang Yangmen.

Along the way, I hardly saw the disciples of cangyangmen.

At this time, the clan was in chaos. I didn't know how many people were shouting and fleeing everywhere.

Once in a while, when these disciples saw Chu Yan from a distance, they turned around and ran in panic. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared.

Chu Yan didn't go after him either.

Soon I knew that I came to the treasure house of cangyangmen.

After all, it's the zongmen gate with the mood of heaven. The treasure house of cangyangmen is located in the hinterland of the mountain. It's built in the middle of the mountain. When you see Baoguang huff and puff outside, it shows a solemn and solemn taste.

At this moment, there are several elders of diyuanjing and dozens of disciples of ningmaijing guarding in front of the treasure house.

Obviously, they also know that treasure house is the foundation of a clan.

If the disciple dies, the clan can be trained again.

But if the treasure house is gone, it means that the soil for cultivating disciples is lost.

Even if you have talent, you can't grow up.

Seeing Chu Yan, these elders and disciples suddenly looked awe inspiring.

Although some people at this time because of fear, the body is constantly shaking, but still no one choose to escape.

Compared with the monks who are crying and running away at the moment, these disciples are much more energetic.

But it's just like this.

Looking at these cangyangmen disciples, Chu Yan opened his mouth and issued an ultimatum: ”I just want to get back what belongs to me.”

”I will defend to the death...” an elder raised his head and roared.

Then his head flew up into the sky.

”You can't understand people.” Chu Yan had no choice but to shake his head.

I said take things, you are here to move yourself, bull head not horse mouth, naturally there is no need to continue to communicate.

His face sank, looking at the remaining group of cangyang disciples, Chu Yan's patience quickly faded.

After two breaths, he shook his head and took one step.

This group of monks in Diyuan realm and Ningmai realm tried to intercept Chu Yan, which was equivalent to more than ten ants. They wanted to form an ant wall to stop a rolling steel chariot.

Bang bang!

In a series of explosions, the friars all flew several miles away and fell to the ground. Their faces were like gold paper and their breath was like gossamer.

And Chu Yan has already stood in front of the treasure house.

Instead of looking for it, he put his hand directly in front of the door of the treasure house, and a huge whirlpool appeared with a whine in his palm.