Chapter 2370 (1/2)

”Evil man rainforest.”

In the mouth of Chu Yan, there are four words.

When he was in the evil man rain forest, Chu Yan not only killed the Wannian man dragon, but also found the temple of the evil god, from which he understood the rhyme of destruction.

Chu Yan clearly remembers that he had seen similar scenes at that time.

The statues of evil gods stand high, and countless believers worship them, conveying a large amount of worship to evil gods.

That scene is exactly the same as that on the relief at this time.

However, the relief is more grand.

It's more exaggerated.

Looking at this relief, Chu Yan's mind, can't help but come up with a guess: ”is that wanxiangjue king, at that time also do this set?”

In the heart is thinking, suddenly, Chu Yan Ling Jue crazy jump.

Almost without hesitation, he stepped aside.

Hum!

The sound of breaking the air came.

In the wind of hunting, a bloody whip came like lightning, which smashed the stone carving he had just seen.

Without waiting for Chu Yan to react, the whip swept over and attacked him again.

At this moment, the whip suddenly expanded, just like a bloody world.

One of them is to shout to kill Zhentian.

The flames of war rose up in the sky, and the smell of blood and iron came out. It was like tens of thousands of fighting battlefields, and they came to fight against Chu Yan.

Chu Yan's body was slightly shaken and suddenly entered the folded void.

Then suddenly appeared, raised a tear.

Chi, Chi, Chi!

A piece of flesh and blood battlefield, was immediately torn in two by Chu Yan.

He has five fingers open, and millions of thunder and lightning are twined on each finger.

Thunder entangled, turned into a roaring thunder dragon, opened his mouth and made a violent impact forward.

Boom, boom!

The ground immediately collapsed, and all the trees around were torn and exploded, and everywhere was destroyed.

The bloody whip was crushed by thunder, and the surging blood turned into a torrent and poured around.

Thick smell of blood, let people breathe, feel like being dragged into the sea of blood.

At this time, Chu Yan saw that the one who had just shot himself was a very strange monk.

This monk looks like an old man, but his face is gloomy and vicious, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

And his body, stronger than his head, is out of proportion, just like a grape on a watermelon.

”Are you a monk of xiangmen?” Chu Yan asked tentatively.

The old man answered by opening his mouth, showing the fangs of wild animals and roaring.

Boom!

This sound, the sound wave of explosion, directly blows up all the void within a hundred miles.

”At least the strength of fairyland Sevens!” Chu Yan's eyes were fixed.

The next moment, he saw thousands of bloody bullwhip sweeping towards him in all directions.

These whip, with a very strong resentment and evil spirit.

These resentments and evil spirits even condensed into ferocious and terrifying faces, or roared or roared, cursing at Chu Yan, sending out the most vicious curse.

”Four sword moves!”

Chu Yan holds the chop inflammation and sweeps it directly.

Crackle!

All the whips exploded like firecrackers.

Chu Yan's body moved, turned into streamer, and rushed to the old man.

There was no fear on the old man's face, only complete madness.