Chapter 159: Tenma sound

The raging Ye Chuan, like the same god-killing god, opened the killing ring, the knife slashed between the fingers, and all the nine short knives were sacrificed, and they fully exerted the inch-inch gongs passed down by the ancestors of the cloud ancestors. All people who are close to the body are not missing legs or one arm, and none of them can leave the whole body.
The servants who were loyal to the three elders, Bai Yanhu’s minions, were finally scared. They looked at Ye Chuan, who couldn’t stop being in front of him. The body of the sword with his swaying sword was stepping back in the subconscious. Many people have been repaired to be above Ye Chuan, but they dare not rush to see the army led by the fire, and they are rushing.
Not long after, Ye Chuan forced to kill the cloud temple on the top of the mountain.
Here, the past is the power center of Yunwuzong. Nowadays, it is also the base camp of the rebels. The three elders, Bai Yanhu, who are self-styled, have a large group of cronies waiting for a long time. Zhu Sijia was draped over his head, tied to a stone pillar, stuffed with white cloth in his mouth, and excited after seeing Ye Chuan, but he could only make some sounds from his throat and could not say a word.
啪, 啪, 啪...
Bai Yanhu patted the palm of his hand, and he was in the grip of a high-ranking squad. "Great, awkward, a generation of Zongmen's disciples, it really is awesome. Although it broke through to the monk, it is better than most of the so-called monks." There is one such a large disciple of Zongmen, and it is hard for me to think that the cloud will not be revived!"
"The disciple of Zongmen like me is the blessing of Zongmen, but there is an old dog like you, it is the suffocation of Zongmen!"
Ye Chuan step by step, murderous, and turned a blind eye to more and more rebel forces around him. In public, he challenged Bai Yanhu. "Come on, old dog, today, I will kill you in public and see your conscience." What kind of dog lungs have become!"
The smile of Bai Yanhu’s face suddenly changed, and there was no obvious leisure, and his face was cloudy.
The words "Ye Chuan" of Ye Chuan are heard in the Yan Mo and others, and it is extremely unrequited. But when Bai Yanhu heard it, it was extremely harsh!
"Bold boy, seeing the white head, still not swearing? Do you think if your kid..."
Behind Bai Yanhu, a thin and discreet Zongmen disciple screamed, and the voice did not fall. After a word has not been finished, the knife flashed in front of him and suddenly felt a cold throat. Then, as soon as he licked his throat, he slid down his fingers and ooze a line of blood.
"Master, I am training dogs, talking to old dogs, and the puppies should not rush to find death."
Ye Chuan moved his fingers, his voice was cold and cold like the cold wind on the iceberg, cold and piercing. From the beginning to the end, I can see that the guy who is not thin and a few pulls a short knife and kills him.
The face of Bai Yanhu changed again, and the same was true of the masters beside him. The atmosphere suddenly suppressed and nervous.
Ye Chuan’s hand has made many masters feel the threat and pressure. It seems that Ye Chuan's realm is not high, but no matter how skilled the knife or the fierce force, it is not an ordinary monk's double practitioners can do. Just now, even the masters of the late period of many monks can't see clearly.
"Ye Chuan, don't give your face a shame, give you the last chance, surrender and surrender. You are still a disciple of Zongmen. In the future, when I break through to the saints and tear the void to the extraterrestrial world, you are the head of the cloud. If you don't repent, you don't know how to advance or retreat. Then don't blame the deity for turning ruthlessly and hang you in the mountain gate!" Bai Yanhu saw the fierce light, and he was not able to grow his heart. He began to show his face.
"If I want to return, I will take you as the head, nor will it be, but..." Ye Chuan stepped forward, a pair of eyes faint, and there was a faint flash of blue light.
"Just what? Want me to give you a peerless treasure, or let Zhu Sijia?"
Bai Yanhu’s eyes lit up, and the subconscious stepped forward, and the distance from Ye Chuan unconsciously narrowed to ten meters.
Angry and angry, for Ye Chuan, he hated it for a long time, and he wished to tear him into pieces by hand. However, if Ye Chuan’s disciple is a good disciple, it would be of great benefit to him to sit still. Many Zongmen disciples who are still hesitating are surrendering quickly. It is entirely possible to first agree with Ye Chuan's request to stabilize him. It is not too late to wait until the situation stabilizes.
"The treasure I want, Zhu Sijia also wants to let go, these two conditions are indispensable. In addition, the Zongmen treasured the medicinal herbs, I want half." Ye Chuan once again stepped forward.
"This one……"
Bai Yanhu is somewhat hesitant. Yunwu Zong is best at alchemy. He gave Ye Chuan half of the collection. If he ran away with a remedy, he would lose money.
Ye Chuan's lion's big opening makes Bai Yanhu a bit too much to eat. I don't know why, Ye Chuan's voice seems to be a bit fluttering, and people stand in front of them, but the sound is like coming from a hundred thousand miles.
Bai Yanhu, who has always been scheming, has a moment of embarrassment in his mind.
It's now!
Hands-on!
Ye Chuan’s body suddenly disappeared, and there were nine more waves in the air, whistling away to Baiyan Tiger.
With his current monk's dual realm, Baiyan Tiger, who wants to kill the real people with a hard face, is absolutely impossible. The only way is to surprise.
Heaven magic sound!
Ye Chuan took advantage of bargaining and secretly displayed a peerless magical sound. This is a kind of sound attack that has long been lost in the wild world. It was once the power of a big devil. It was robbed by Ye Chuan millions of years ago. When you play against others in the dark, you can often receive miraculous effects. When you are powerful, you can always be embarrassed and even directly kill the other's soul.
The dual realm of the monk is far from enough to show the power of the celestial sound, especially the old fox used in the real world of Bai Yanhu, which can only make it appear for a moment. But for Ye Chuan, this is enough!
"Be careful!"
Behind Bai Yanhu, a masked man suddenly rushed up and pushed away the conscious white rock tiger.
The glare of the knife light suddenly lit up.
The masked man was shocked, and the burly body crashed to the ground. There was a deep visible bone scar in the eyebrows, throat and abdomen. The cold wind blew, and picked up the black robe on his body, revealing a black tattoo on the left chest. This pattern, Ye Chuan looks familiar at first glance, and has a figure in his mind. He once met the mysterious and powerful black ambassador of the three elders Bai Yanhu in the secret room.
A glance at the past, Bai Yanhu's followers stood several such black masked people, apparently, that black messenger sent to help Bai Yanhu blood wash cloud sect helper!
"hateful!"
Ye Chuan gritted his teeth and pulled back.
There was only one chance, the attack was not successful, and it was too late to start. It was impossible to kill the old guy of Bai Yanhu. Instead, he would be countered by his fierce attack! Sure enough, it was too late to return to the flaming demon. The white rock tiger that had come back to the rushed up, and a fierce white tiger phantom appeared in the back, suddenly accelerating, and took a palm.
"Kid, you are looking for death!"
The Baiyan Tiger, who almost turned over the gully, was also angry. This palm had no reservations, and he wanted to kill Ye Chuan with a face!