Chapter 1556: People talk lightly

boom! With a loud noise, the whole mountain was shaking, large cracks were ripped open, the rubble was rolling, the smoke was soaring into the sky.
Chu Yan's figure, spanning one step, is dozens of feet, over one hundred feet.
The airflow was oppressed at this moment, and they all heard extremely harsh squeals.
With a wave of his hands, he tore open the smoke and dust, Chu Yan's face was immediately swaying, his whole body was blood, and he was struggling to stand up from the ruins.
"Chu! Words!"
There were two words squeezed out of the teeth of Zhou Mu, hate and fear, eyes full of panic.
Seeing Chu Yan pressing directly towards himself, a flash of light in his palm, a silver shield, flowing water on the surface, vivid, revealing a smart taste, blocking himself.
Although it is only a small shield, it now gives people a toughness that can be softened by rugs and can not be penetrated by thousands of troops.
"Vast vast broken sword!"
Chu Yan's wrists shook, and Jianguang fell, as if a galaxy, the light flashed and fell, and the whole sky was shaking.
The moment the starlight fell on the small shield, Chu Yan's gaze was condensed: "Xinghe Thunderstorm cuts!"
Suddenly, thousands of stars exploded.
Looking around, the entire collapsed mountain peak looks like a starlight that has been sprayed out, and it has opened up and shredded the whole.
The flowing water in that little shield trembled, and the next moment, like being boiled, exploded together with the little shield.
After the explosion, Zhou Mu screamed, the whole body was soaring with arrows, the shells were flying out, the body was in midair, rubbing rapidly, the surface of the body was not broken, blood and aura were pouring out like money.
In a short flight distance, his body turned out to be like a discouraged ball and dried up quickly.
By the time he landed on the ground, he seemed to have become a dead body, his eye sockets were deep, his whole body was flushed, and his whole body was full of cracks. As if shaking, it would be torn apart.
The next moment, Chu Yan's figure fell in front of him, standing high, looking down at the curtain.
Zhou Mu had not lost his breath at this time. A pair of eyeballs were seeing red, as if they were two red glass beads, staring at Chu Yan.
Seeing that Chu Yan took away all the pieces of his storage magic, Zhou Mu could do nothing.
At this moment, he even tried his best to move his finger.
But for him, the luckiest thing now is that Chu Yan didn't kill him immediately, so that he could still survive for a while.
But this way is also the most cruel.
Because waiting for death to come, and watching one's own magic weapon be taken away one by one, is the most tormenting.
Storage bags, storage necklaces, storage bracelets, storage rings, pieces of storage magic filled with various heritages, now all in Chuyan's hands.
"I didn't expect this guy to have so many magic weapons."
When Chu Yan took away these storage magic weapons, he opened it and glanced at it.
The other party has a variety of magic weapons, and for a moment, Chu Yan felt a little shocked.
In fact, it really doesn't mean that the magic weapons possessed by the other party are piled up.
The treasures that Chu Yan has seen can not be counted as less than that, he has also faced them.
The main reason is that for a single monk, the number of spiritual artifacts possessed by Zhou Mu can be regarded as a huge wealth.
Some of the small-scale ancestral gates do not have so many magical tools for their disciples to use.
"Oh, I turned it back into materials for forging and casting magic."
Chu Yan said to himself.
At this time, he saw Zhou Mu's lips move.
Apparently, Chu Yan's extravagant behavior gave back to his anger.
As his lips moved, a hoarse, muffled, low-pitched voice came out of his throat: "It's me who wants to ... come to you ... has nothing to do with the limit gate ..." His statement was fairly conscience.
Zhou Mu is worried that Chu Yan will be angry because of his personal behavior.
If he could kill Chu Yan, he would be the hero of the limit gate.
But if he fails, Chu Yan will certainly think that Jijimen hates him, so he assigns Zhou Mu to attack him.
Especially the weekly scene or a sneak attack is even more annoying.
At this moment, Zhou Mu felt afraid afterwards.
Chu Yan glanced at him obliquely, and said lightly, "No."
After hearing Chu Yan's position, Zhou Mo's eyes moved, and she seemed relieved.
But at the next moment, Chu Yan said, "You are a gentleman, and you can't represent the limit door."
At the moment of Zhou Mu's thin chest was violently undulating at this moment, his eyes were red as if to be burned, apparently receiving a very strong stimulus, his mouth opened sharply, and he spit out a thin blood arrow, spitting out the last trace of blood Squeeze dry thoroughly and then move still.
Dead eyes, mouth slightly open, the body still looks like the last struggle.
Zhou Mu died uneasily.
But Chu Yan's last sentence was indeed murderous.
"Who told you to attack me."
Chu Yan snorted, raised his hand and pointed at the other body, "Fingering fingers!"
The blood lines are intertwined, like a large net. One cut, Zhou Mu's body suddenly turned into countless pieces. At this time, it was blown by the strong wind rolled up by Chu Yan's long sleeves. The cliffs were scattered and thrown into the square. For a range of at least tens of miles, no one can put him together again.
After solving the trouble that came out halfway through the road, Chu Yan returned to the spiritual boat and started again. By the way, the magic weapon obtained by Zhou Mu was checked one by one according to the placement of the stored magic weapon.
After the inspection, Chu Yan's face revealed a hint of long-expected, but slightly disappointed expression.
The magic weapon of Zhou Mu, although there are many, is not the same as the advanced magic weapon.
Intermediate-level spirits are also Wanbao Kunlun and Jiugonghuangtian Tower.
The others are all concluding reiki.
It's just that Chu Yan sighed at this moment. If other monks saw it, I would probably jump up with anger and poke Chu Yan's chest on the spot with his fingers.
A magic weapon at the spiritual level, don't care about the rank, as long as you have it, it will be enough for many heavenly monks to be satisfied.
And Chu Yan still picks at this time! It's like many hungry people who can eat a bite of brown rice, feel thankful, and Chu Yan now frowns at a large bowl of braised pork, because he suspects that there is some fat in the abandoned meat.
Such people, if not killed alive, are simply miracles.
But there is no way, His Royal Highness Chu is no longer the ordinary monk who entered Xianmen in the past and was poor.
Today, he also has the strength and power to select magic weapons.
Those low-level magic weapons, just like Chu Yan said before, were now loaded by him, and when they returned, they were all decomposed into fused cast materials.
Only the remaining two pieces, which were previously used by Zhou Mu as the magic weapon to deal with Chu Yan at the bottom of the box, Wanbao Kunlun and Jiugonghuangtian Tower, were left in the hands of Chu Yan.