Chapter 1062: Appeared

Over time, the monks' expressions on the scene ranged from shock to numbness to indifference.
By the time Chu Yan stopped, the monster almost seemed like a big bunch of cotton wool.
At this time, no one was afraid to see this, and they dare not associate this bunch of things similar to the rotten rags with the monsters that made people look cold and timid.
If the monster is still conscious and can still speak, then the first sentence it says is: I was wrong.
"Can this thing restore you strength?"
"it should be OK……"
"Oh, then I won't give it to you."
"..."
Chu Yan grabbed the monster who had no ability to move at this moment, and raised his hand toward the distant darkness.
But it is strange that after the monster was thrown out, there was no sound of landing.
Chu Yan's eyes narrowed and he looked into the darkness.
With Chu Yan's eyes, through the darkness, natural monks see farther.
But at this time, the direction he looked at was like deep ink, and he could see nothing.
If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.
Chu Yan stood on the ground with the halberd of extinction and slowly stood up.
Those monks in the neighborhood were originally grateful for the rest of the disaster. At this time, when they saw Chu Yan's actions, they soon felt that the atmosphere was not right.
Their eyes looked at the darkness.
Darkness is like ink, like tides, like a deep night, like the sea that cannot be seen to the end.
Staring for a moment, many people at the scene felt that the heart was stingy.
At this moment, it was as if the darkness had become a silent vortex, and all hopes, beauty, happiness, and vitality of the heart were absorbed.
"There is a problem." Lin Yushan clenched the handle.
The monks present held their respective weapons, and their faces looked dignified.
Click--
The crisp sound of metal striking the ground came.
It was as if a light hammer was hitting everyone's heart.
The heartbeat of the crowd missed it.
At this time, Chu Yan felt a throbbing sound behind the gate of hell.
"Let me ... go out ..."
"I don't." Chu Yan refused directly.
After knowing that this man, who wants to occupy his own body, wants to occupy his own body, the relationship between the two parties has become uncommon.
Under such circumstances, Chu Yan naturally cannot give his body to the other party's control.
"Unless my brain is broken."
"..."
"you listen to me……"
"There is something to wait for me to resolve this trouble." After Chu Yan said this sentence, he would no longer care about him.
His eyes were condensed, looking into the darkness.
Click--
There was another crisp sound.
This time, the sound was clearly closer to everyone.
The monk at the scene shook his weapon and couldn't help shaking it a little.
At this moment, the air around it seemed to be frozen into mercury, making it feel unpressed.
Staring at the darkness, Chu Yan's eyes flashed after a moment.
That darkness, a hazy shadow appeared.
This shadow is strange, like a big ball of cotton wool floating in the air.
Soon, the shadow became clear.
The eyes of everyone at the scene looked intently, and the next moment, they looked surprised.
That giant cotton-like thing was the monster that had been almost smashed by Chu Yan before.
No matter what this monster looks like at first, what it looks like after drinking blood.
In short, after Chu Yan's almost baozha force was crushed, now it has died so much that it can't die any more, like a big bunch of cotton wool.
As for why this cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the reason is simple, it was raised above the head with one hand.
Even if the monster has become cotton-like, it is huge with the arms of normal people and normal people.
Coupled with that dark cover, it is naturally difficult for everyone to notice the thin arms under the monster's body.
The reason why everyone was so surprised was that at the moment, the old man who was holding the cotton wool was the old man who slipped away on the soles of his feet when the chaos started.
The old man was very timid and had no other abilities, but his grasp of the escape timing was first-rate.
At that time, he saw that the momentum was wrong, and decisively slipped away, so he was not involved in chaos later.
But now, why is he back?
And why did he return in such a weird posture?
Everyone looked at each other, but they became more vigilant.
Because this scene is really weird.
But soon, someone noticed something wrong with the old man.
"Look at his face--"
Everyone looked around, and suddenly found that the old man's facial features were distorted because of extreme fear at the moment, not only his head and face, but his entire body was sweating.
You can even see wet footprints where you walk.
As if there was any catastrophe or terror, he was pushing him towards everyone.
"Stop!" Among the crowd, some monks saw that the situation was not right, took arrows and bowed, and aimed at the old man.
"No, don't kill me ..." What surprised everyone was that the old man could still speak at this moment.
And looking at his terrified and distorted expression, he didn't seem to be possessed at all.
But at this moment his voice, because he was too scared, changed his tone.
"Don't, don't kill me, I, I ..."
Talking, there were two lines of tears in the old man's eyes.
"I was forced, ohh ..."
Gray-bearded, an old man, crying like a seventy-year-old child at this moment.
"Then what are you doing?" The white monk frowned.
"I said it." The old man was grieved and terrified. "I was forced."
"Who pushes you?" The white monk frowned even more.
"Oh, it turned out to be just a group of ants. The guy hid and didn't dare to see me?"
At this time, the old man's body heard a sound like metal friction.
The sound was turbid and thick, so that people who heard it only felt the buzzing in their ears, and the whole body's blood and blood seemed to become disordered all at once, only to feel extremely uncomfortable.
The brilliance of Chu Yanyan began to condense.
"Who's talking!" The white monk yanked his sword and aimed at the old man.
He just saw clearly that the old man's mouth didn't move, but the voice came from him.
This must be weird.
"Five thousand years ago, who would dare speak to me like this?"
The metallic sound sounded again.
The next moment, doraemon, the old man's body was torn apart instantly.
Viscous plasma even pulled out slender lines in midair.
The monster's body was torn in two at this moment.
It was as if the void was suddenly separated by a force sufficient to cut the space-time.
From the blood mist exploded by the puff, a tall figure came out slowly.
He is wearing armor,
Every step on the ground,
There was a click, the crisp sound of metal impact.
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