Chapter 1068: Yin and Yang

"Revenge! I want revenge!"
Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions of human faces were densely packed and stacked together, yelling at Chu Yan.
The voice with incomparable anger, resentment, and grievances, as if to write a big "kill" character out of thin air, completely hanged the Chu Yan.
"It was all killed by you that year?" Chu Yan asked, watching this scene.
"Can not remember……"
Chu Yan nodded. After all, if one stepped on a bunch of ants, he wouldn't lower his head to count clearly, just how many just stepped on.
"I want revenge!"
"I want revenge!"
"I want revenge!"
A loud roar grew louder and louder. Later, I could only see the countless mouths, one by one, and a thunderous sound came, but I could not hear what these faces were saying.
At the same time, a stream of black air began to converge from all sides.
At first, these air flows were as thin as hair, and gradually, they converged, as if they were converging into a stream, and then the streams converged into a river, and the river converged into a lake.
Soon after, these black airflows were intertwined into a large net around the body of the previous guy.
At a glance, the guy was almost smashed and turned into an octopus with countless tentacles.
And these dense, countless pieces are slowly floating, creeping tentacles, and countless faces are constantly emerging.
Each face yelled loudly at Chu Yan, gritted his teeth, and wished for the flesh.
At this time, if you are outside the temple, you can even see that black streams of air, like a horse training, are still converging from all over the big demon palace.
At the moment, the sky above the Great Demon Palace is intertwined.
Countless faces are condensed on each line of the Tianluo Di Network.
These faces, at this moment, continue to issue the most vicious curse.
Those monks who were still hunting for treasures in the Great Demon Palace, seeing this scene, thought that what a peerless demon head had awakened, one by one, their legs were softened, and they fell to the ground.
At the back of the temple, Zhao Pingxing frowned suddenly, looking at the black black practice.
She was naturally the figure who had climbed a step earlier than Chu Yan.
But she has a special method. After entering the temple, she came directly to the temple.
This time she entered this big demon palace, she had a heavy responsibility.
But now, looking at the black horses that are converging towards the temple, her brows are getting more and more tight.
She had expected this scene long ago.
But two days earlier than she had expected.
"It should not happen."
Zhao Pingxing deeply understands that with the wisdom and strategy of that great man, no plan can be missed.
And this time the plan was made by the big man himself.
It can be said that it is all-inclusive, and any step has been carefully considered.
It stands to reason that everything should go in the direction expected.
But now, something unexpected has happened.
After a moment of groaning, Zhao Pingxing reached out and touched the black horse in front of him.
Black horses are like a pair of unrolled black satin.
It's just that this constantly flowing black horse training constantly evolves a bunch of twisted faces, gnashing its teeth, making people look daunting.
But Zhao Lixing didn't care.
She took off the necklace worn around her neck.
On the necklace was a crystal.
The center of the crystal, sealed with a little scarlet, looked like a drop of blood.
At this moment she was holding the crystal and making a stroke on this exercise.
Hey!
Pip Lian was cut out of a big hole.
On the big mouth, a miserable green flame was burning.
Zhao Pingxing burst into the eye, muttering, "It really happened."
At the same time, the rotten flesh-like body that Chu Yan faced in the temple was undergoing drastic changes.
After a large amount of black breath was injected, the body began to swell and became like a rotten heart.
The rampant black water is constantly leaking out of the surface of this heart.
Every time the heart beats, you can see the faces that appear on the surface that it stretches out.
Although these faces are squeezing each other, they all uniformly glared at Chu Yan and snarled exhaustedly.
Although their looks are completely different from the past, they can still be judged from the breath. It is this person who buried their lives that year, allowing them to spend five full years in regret, despair, unwillingness, loneliness, and coldness For thousands of years!
Today, someone awakened them.
Who awakened them, and what purpose did this person have? They didn't know, and didn't want to know.
They only understand that they want revenge, kill this guy in front of them, and revenge that sea!
revenge!
revenge!
revenge!
This black heart is constantly expanding and growing.
Billowing black, constantly surging and spreading.
For a moment, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in hatred.
As the black heart swelled, the faces were getting closer and closer to Chu Yan.
They are roaring, roaring, cheering, celebrating.
Vengeance will be reported today.
One hundred feet ...
Eighty feet ...
Fifty feet ...
This black heart gradually grew so high that it couldn't see the top, and at the same time Chu Yan's pupils gradually filled.
There was no expression on Chu Yan's face.
He was holding Yan Yan, looking at the surface of this black heart, with countless faces constantly emerging.
After a while, Chu Yan and the voice of that person sounded at the same time.
"So it is."
"It turns out ... so ..."
These souls were awakened intentionally.
Waking them up for another purpose.
However, no one thought that the guy who killed these monks would enter here with Chu Yan this time, and be caught by the spirits.
"I said, you have other treasures and have been taken by others." Chu said: "The guy obviously wanted to rely on the hatred of these undead souls to get you that treasure.
In that case, is there still your breath on that treasure, or is it forbidden? "
Chu Yan believes that if he guessed correctly, there must be a real treasure in the so-called Big Demon Palace.
This heavy treasure, to surpass this scorching inflammation, belongs to the one behind the gate of hell.
And on this heavy treasure, either this person has been banned, or the breath of this person is still left, so the person who casts the intention to use the hatred of these undead souls to that person to fight the ban or breath Lose both, and then take advantage of yourself.
But what the practitioner didn't expect is that this deity, here, is here.
With a strong contrast, the goal of these dead souls is naturally not on that treasure, but on Chu Yan.
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