Chapter 811: Monster Python Blood

"Chaotic array--"
When these three words were spit out, Tang Mu's face became pale and his limbs became cold.
He was almost desperate when he understood what kind of trouble he was in.
The only thing that cannot be understood in the Tang Dynasty is how such a difficult monk to learn and arrange, how this monk in the context of learning learned.
"you……"
Tang Mu tried to struggle, trying to ask questions.
He was unwilling.
He was puzzled.
However, Chu Yan did not intend to answer his doubts.
"Burning heart, thunder, soul eater, torrent, mud, disaster ..."
A series of matrix formations, with Chu Yan's faint tone, fainted out of people's heart.
The lights one after the other light up around the Tang screen.
With each formation, Tang Mu felt his breath was suppressed by one point.
He even felt that his soul wanted to fall apart.
"no, do not want!"
The Tang curtain twisted its body desperately.
He went crazy like aura.
He is going to break the heavy chain.
The surging aura stretched and cracked his veins.
The pores of the Tang screen exuded dense blood beads.
In the blink of an eye, he became a blood man.
Plus his distorted expression at the moment, it was even more terrifying.
However, the strength of the Diyuan Realm is also revealed at this moment.
The chains around the Tang curtain began to collapse.
Cracks appeared on the surface of the chain.
The formation under Tang Mu also began to appear like a spider-like crack.
"Break me!"
A roar, bloodline lasing.
Tang Mu spread his arms and stretched his body.
The chains clicked, and they all collapsed and broke.
The formation under his feet was shattered and exploded, and the flames flew.
Losing that heavy burden, Tang Mu's face appeared a little relaxed.
But at this time, Chu Yan's voice rang slightly: "On."
Just a word, a word lightly, but it seems to have opened the door to some disaster.
The wind and the surrounding clouds surged, and waves waved.
The wind blows up.
Bang Bang Bang Bang!
Flames, thunder, mudslides, floods.
All of a sudden, as if all kinds of catastrophes and great fears in the world came to the body of the Tang Dynasty.
His features were twisted to the extreme in an instant.
The next moment, with a bang, the monk in Ningmaijing seemed to be a ripe watermelon, and the whole exploded.
Red and white, minced meat viscera, sparsely popped, and scattered around.
The hot blood, even for a moment, once again raised the temperature just down around.
The blood mist transpired, slowly squirming, looking away, and even the people felt as if they had come to the world of blood and fire.
Killing Tang Mu at this moment, Chu Yan's face, but could not see any ease and pride.
Only he knows how much he paid to kill this land.
Anyone who does not make money in business is not happy.
Another reason is that Chu Yan's work has not been completed yet.
For a moment when the body of the Tang curtain exploded, before Chu Yan sprinted, his eyes were like a torch, five fingers spread out, and he slammed hard at the most hearty and sticky part of the flesh.
The air trembled suddenly.
With a bang, the rolling blood mist was shaken out, and Chu Yan's palm suddenly appeared a mass of purplish red plasma.
On the surface of this mass of plasma, dark mist lingers and is extremely dense.
And this plasma seems to have life itself. At this moment, Chu Yan is holding it in his hands, and is still twisting in restlessness, as if threatening, as if trying to find a chance to escape.
"The essence of Chuxing."
Chu Yan's eyes were dazzling.
This mass of plasma, at this moment, wriggled a few times, and suddenly, root spikes appeared on the surface.
At first glance, it looked like a black cat frowning, like a sea urchin, and like a hedgehog.
It felt dangerous and responded to Chu Yan.
"... by ... you ..."
Chu Yan sneered, his wrists flipped, and a three-legged little tripod appeared in the palm of his hand.
Shenmu Ding, Sanpin Spirit Artifact, which was given to Chu Yan by a handsome father before, can be used to condense blood.
According to the thoughts of the handsome father, Chu Yan's trip to Wan Yao's funeral site will definitely kill a lot of monsters.
If the monster's corpse cannot be handled well, then the blood is dissipated, which is a great loss.
The Shenmu Ding can not only save the corpse, but also refine the corpse of the monster into the purest blood.
At this moment, Chu Yan grasped this group of blood, disregarding its struggle and twisting, and threw it into Shenmu Ding.
"It's uncomfortable to lose the essence of blood." Chu Yan sneered.
Almost at the same time, walking in a barren Chu line, stopped suddenly.
The body under the black cape shuddered violently.
There is pain, there is anger, there is unbelievable.
At this moment, Chu Xing's face turned pale, his eyes seemed to have blood to flow out.
He felt a strand of his blood seized and lost contact forever.
Prior to this, he only temporarily sealed a wisp of his own blood into the body of the Tang curtain to help him trace Chu Yan.
Now this strand of blood has been taken away, and has lost contact with himself forever.
Then the fate of the Tang curtain can be imagined.
Chu Xing will not care about the life and death of the Tang Mu, nor do he care about who killed it.
He is only one thing out of anger now, that is his own blood, which must be in Chu Yan's hands.
With the help of a lot of people, he spent a long time in planning to take away the crown prince from Chu Yan.
Once upon a time, Chu Xing felt that he finally trampled Chu Yan under his feet, making him never turn over forever.
But at this moment, Chu Xing felt that his cheeks were hot and painful.
He was robbed of a ray of essence by his opponent, and his practice was at least five years back!
Although these five years cannot be viewed in terms of mortal life.
But for those who are in urgent need of advancement, the loss caused by this ray of blood will be difficult to make up for.
Suddenly, Chu Yan snatched more of his status from the Prince!
The prince is just a lofty place for thousands of people under the eyes of mortals, and worthless in the eyes of monks.
And that ray of blood, but from the body of the born demon python!
Every natural constitution is extraordinary.
The prince's mortal status is simply not worthy of that ray of essence and blood.
It seems that no matter how difficult the mind is, no one will be more valuable to that piece of dirt and a golden mountain.
Chu Xing was almost mad at this moment, almost mad.
He stood still, still.
But a moment later, Li Lili's blood dripped from his cuff, and then flowed down.
The fist of his clenched fist, the nail has pierced the fist heart.
Chu Xing's eyes were red as blood at this moment.
The entire surface of his face now appeared fine scales.
Black gas billowed from the surface of the body.
"I want you to die!
Even if it pays a great price, this time, I want you to get out of this 10,000 demon burial ground! "
Hissing voice, Chu Xingkou snake letter quickly swallowed, making an angry roar.