Chapter 695 (1/2)
Yan Chuan's voice immediately reassured the people, but the people were still in panic.
Baiyu Zhenjun looks at Yan Chuan in the distance, his eyes narrowed.
”The old patriarch, all blame Heiyu Zhenjun, put my Dayu Tianzong in the present situation!”
”Old lord, you're still here. Great!”
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The disciples of Dayu Tianzong found the backbone and were excited one by one.
”Who started this riot?” White feather true gentleman eye a cold way.
”He, Yan Chuan!” People point out quickly.
Bai Yu Zhen Jun's eyes narrowed, staring at Yan Chuan in the distance. His eyes were cold and overcast.
In the distance, at a mountain peak, Yan Chuan invited five virtual scenes to look at each other.
”Oh? Is Bai Yu really a king? Do you want to do it? ” A strong man in red said with a smile.
”No, Yan Chuan only asked us to deal with Dayu Zhenjun, Baiyu Zhenjun, when should I wait? What's more, Yan Chuan is always elusive. What can he rely on? ” Said another.
”Well!” The crowd nodded and ignored.
”Yan Chuan!” White feather true gentleman a cold drink, obviously did not hear this name.
”Heiyu Zhenjun is really a bastard. A god state can make Dayu Tianzong like this? Being someone else's dog makes you worse than a dog? ” Baiyu Zhenjun looks at the voice of Jinwu trapped in the distance.
In the distance, Yan Chuan suddenly turned red all over his body, and his hair quickly turned into blood red. Fast and long, a torrent of evil ideas rushed out.
”Boom!”
At the foot of Yan Chuan, the earth suddenly sank and turned into a vast sea of blood.
Yan Chuan has long hair, red eyes, and a little evil smile on his mouth. All around him, blood waves soar to the sky and surround him. For a while, his blood is soaring into the sky. Yan Chuan incarnated as a sea of blood demons, full of rage and demonic.
”Blood demon?” The people who suddenly stopped in all directions suddenly moved their faces, and some people recognized them.
Around Yan Chuan, the strength surged wildly, and a sense of war soared to the sky, facing the real king of white feather in the distance.
”Well?” Bai Yu's eyes narrowed.
At this moment, Yan Chuan's strength rose sharply.
”Sea of blood, white feather, die!” Yan Chuan drank a lot.
Stepping on the wave of blood, a sea of blood covering a hundred miles is rolling away towards the real king of white feather in the distance.
Through the sea of blood, the grass and trees withered. Yan Chuan killed Baiyu Zhenjun with the Jade Emperor sword in his hand.
”Humph, look for death!” White feather Zhen Jun's eyes cold, step on the wind.
A palm of his hand, suddenly a huge hand print pressed over.
As soon as the Jade Emperor's sword came out, a black light suddenly came out.