Chapter 1327: Opportunity comes

"I know that this secret technique can't last for long! This guy is just killing himself!"
Xu Muran's face looked excited.
At this moment, he couldn't wait to laugh with his head on his hips.
The gate of can stop this tide of corpses. In Xu Muran's eyes, this is the mystery of burning life to perform.
Since it is at the expense of life, it is naturally impossible to perform for too long.
And the performance of Chu Yan at this moment just confirmed Xu Muran's speculation, which made him more convinced of his judgment.
"This is the best opportunity to kill Chu Yan and his party feathers!"
Xu Muran looked up and tried his best to look into the distance.
I have to say that the power of Chu Yan's Gate of Hell can be said to be so scary.
At the moment, nearly a third of the corpse tide that has swept down from the ascendant stage is swallowed by the gate of hell.
At this point Xu Muran can already see the passage, the unobstructed climb to the immortal stage.
Xu Muran saw it, and other monks at the scene also saw it.
Their gaze was changing back and forth on the tide of corpses and the gates of hell.
"Kill Chu Yan, the rest of the zombies are not even mentioned in front of so many monks!"
Xu Muran sneered and shouted.
There was an immediate response from the crowd.
Although Chu Yan has extraordinary strength and corpse tide is also very dangerous, it is not a problem in front of huge rewards and Xianyuan! More importantly, even monks have herd responses.
Once someone rushed ahead and wanted to get the top spot, the monks who were still hesitating and waiting to see, followed immediately.
They scrambled one after another, fearing that others would take Xianyuan, and finally they could not even drink a bite of soup.
"This bastard!"
Lin Miaoran saw this scene, silver teeth clenched, and uttered a curse.
She was considered to be among the fallen, and barely had a bit of combat power.
Besides that, it was the black one.
But with the two of them alone, it is impossible to stop these thousands of monks.
At this time, Chu Yan had no time to take care of him.
At this moment, Chu Yan even if there is a slight relaxation of the control of the gate of hell, then everyone behind him will usher in the disaster.
"Chu Yan, you are really finished this time!"
Xu Muran stood in the crowd.
He is very cunning.
Although feeling that Chu Yan could not distract at this moment, Lin Miaoran and others could not pose any threat.
But Xu Muran just didn't want to rush ahead.
What if there is one?
That's what he was worried about.
As for being behind other people and climbing to the immortal stage, Xu Muran has nothing to fear.
It is something that Ziweimen sees. Where can I get you these miscellaneous fish to dye! You can be used by me, all of the ancestral graves burned incense.
The monks rushed closer and closer.
Although the handsome and Chu Yan had killed a part of the chaos before, in fact, the number of those monks was less than one tenth compared with the total.
And Lin Miaoran was trapped in the tide of corpses before, and when they were struggling hard, these monks watched from the outside and raised their energy.
So as a whole, they are now almost unaffected by the situation.
If Lin Miaoran and Hei Yiyu want to stop this group of people, it is basically the same as an ant trying to stop a running rhino, which is impossible at all.
At this time, the monks who rushed to the front have come to Lin Miaoran and others.
They were the first to respond to Xu Muran's order.
Because it is the most responsive, it is a step ahead.
The other monks were almost a few hundred feet away from them, and they had come to Lin Miaoran.
"Shit woman, get away!"
A sharp-mouthed monk uttered a burst of drink, a chain in his hand, swept over towards Lin Miaoran.
Although the chain is only the thickness of the fingers, when passing by in the air, it feels extremely thick, as if a hill is moving.
"Zhan Ying Qing Xian Palm!"
Lin Miaoran's gaze fixed, and he shot it with one palm.
Although the aura was almost exhausted before, the body of clear jade can be compared with ordinary qualified monks.
The scene seemed to be blowing a breeze, and it was not cold.
But at this moment, the sharp-mouthed monk suddenly changed his face.
He seemed to be seeing a ghost.
But even so, it's too late.
The broken face in his hand burst suddenly, at first it was only broken, but immediately, it was like a string of firecrackers being ignited, crackling and exploding.
And the void in front of him suddenly appeared a white light.
This white light accelerated sharply and crashed into the chest of the sharp-nosed monk.
Kakah Kakah-In the sound of cracked bones, the sharp-nosed monk's chest sags at a speed visible to the naked eye.
And in his mouth, blood was mixed with visceral fragments, ejected, and the body flew out, rolled over to the ground, and he was dead.
Lin Miaoran took a breath, and immediately greeted the next monk who rushed over.
If it is the past, she may still be merciless, even if it hurts the other side, but at least it will leave the other side a life.
But at this moment, what the other person wants is Chu Yan's life.
In Lin Miaoran's heart, Chu Yan often existed beyond her life.
Chu Yan has done so much for himself.
Chu Yan also experienced so much with himself.
If at this time, you can let these guys easily cross this line of defense, then what qualifications do you have to meet with Chu Yan for nothing? "Zhan Ying Qing Xian Palm!"
With a tender drink, Lin Miaoran's hands shone with light, and the monk rushed into three.
When the monk flew out above his chest, his face was full of surprise.
He didn't figure it out until he died. His realm was clearly higher than the woman in front of him.
But why is it you who is interrupted?
At this time, the black-clad owl also stood with several monks who rushed in.
Unlike Lin Miaoran, who can quickly regain his aura, the biggest advantage of the black robe is that he can almost be said to be immortal.
As long as the matrix in the body is not destroyed, or key materials are exhausted, then even at this moment, a long sword is obliquely inserted into the head, and an arrow is hit in the knee, and its action will not be affected in any way. .
Regardless of the long-sword that almost runs through the brain, the black-skinned man opened a deep-seated mouth on the face of the other monk's expression of fear.
This mouth, from the chin, along the straight line of the nose to the forehead.
The fingers were pinched and pinched, and suddenly blood and brain burst out.
Although several people have been beheaded in a row, as the number of monks rushing quickly increased, Lin Miaoran and Hei Yiyu soon fell into siege and hard fighting.
At this time, let alone keep the acre of land behind Chu Yan, he is already overwhelmed by himself.
Finally, a monk, relying on his short stature, seized Lin Miaoran's advantage of being entangled by others, and suddenly rushed over to the back of Chu Yan.
"Dead!"
The spear in his hand bloomed with a touch of cold mang, stabbed straight toward the back of Chu Yan.