Chapter 1797: Should have backhand

Huh! There was a sound of flesh being cut, and it kept coming in the air.
A large stream of blood rain poured down, and in an instant, a stream of blood formed on the ground.
After the monk died, the natural aura of the heavens and the earth was fed back, and at this moment, it also rose up in place.
For a moment, flesh and spirit was turned into a blessed place.
Far from six or seventy miles away, the black ancestor laughed again and again.
And in a hidden place outside the blood light and the black ancestor, a pair of eyes are quietly paying attention to everything that happened here.
"In the end, the camel is bigger than a horse."
Chu Yan sighed.
At this time, he took off all the ghosts on his face.
This magic weapon that the Bai family gave him back then can not only change the appearance and sound, but also block the monks' investigation.
Otherwise, the previous disguise can be easily seen by both sides, especially the powerful monster of the level of the black ancestor.
As he wished, the angered black ancestor and the angered Emperor Yuzong met with a monk, and killed them.
However, what Chu Yan did not expect was that in the presence of the black ancestor, Huang Yuzong had no ability to resist.
Earlier, when Chu Yan probed into the spirit of the wild boar deformed demon, he had already seen a scene in which the black ancestor was transformed.
Knowing that the blackbird ancestors used the secret method of the blackbird family, in addition to the body, a total of nine incarnations were separated.
Five avatars have been removed at this time.
The remaining five are one body and four incarnations.
And one of these four incarnations has not yet returned because of the pursuit of Wei Changge.
In other words, the black ancestor at this time is a body, together with three incarnations.
Although the strength of the body is higher than the incarnation.
But at this time, the strength of this black ancestor can hold half of its heyday, it is still open to question.
But even so, Wan Yanjie's group of people couldn't stop the other party's move.
In addition to making Chu Yan feel a little disappointed, he also has a clearer understanding of the gap between the ancestor-level monsters and the monks in the heavens.
Although this recognition is really and bitter.
The ancestor of the blackbird is definitely not a genius among the monsters.
The disciples of Huang Yuzong in this line are definitely the best among their peers.
"It seems that the realm is still the true confidence of a monk when the magic weapon and other means are equivalent."
Chu Yan said in his heart.
Seeing that the blood that surrounded Wan Yanjie and others was gradually dissipating, Chu Yan took a deep breath, and the aura in his body began to work.
What Chu Yan originally wanted to see was that Huang Yuzong could greatly weaken the strength of the black ancestor, and it was best to grind the black ancestor into serious injuries.
But Huang Yuzong's performance was really unsatisfactory.
But even then, it's now time to take your own shot.
After all, whether it's borrowing the power of Huang Yuzong or waiting for his own shot, there is only one purpose, which is to cut off the scourge of the black ancestor.
An old demon ancestor who is staring at herself anytime, anywhere must never let her continue to exist in this world.
At this moment, Chu Yan will take advantage of the proud moment of the black ancestor.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt something, and the aura of movement suddenly slowed down, then re-hidden in the depths of the void and observed quietly.
The source of this palpitation was the disciple of Huang Yuzong in that blood.
Chu Yan's eyes narrowed, looking towards that piece of blood.
There are five disciples of Huang Yuzong.
One was killed by the old black ancestor Zhen, and then Zhuangshuanglong was cut into pieces again.
The remaining three were hit by the magical powers of the black ancestor.
The pouring rain at this moment showed that they were vulnerable to facing the ancestral monsters.
But now, things don't seem to be over.
"That's ridiculous."
His Royal Highness Chu nodded secretly, "Since you came to this secret place of the fairy house, you are prepared, how could you not even have a hole card."
Having said that, Chu Yan did not expect to rely entirely on Huang Yuzong.
Some finishing touches must still be done by him.
At this time, the ancestor of the blackbird also found out that the blood was not right.
The smile on her face gradually narrowed, her eyes staring forward.
The blood that burned like a flame suddenly went out.
A layer of light golden light film protected Wan Yanjie.
The two disciples who had been involved in the blood with him before were missing at this moment.
Reminiscent of the blood that rained from the sky before, the end of the two disciples can be imagined.
However, although protected by this golden light, Wan Yanjie's appearance also looks terrible.
In his hand, he held a broken sword.
This broken sword originally belonged to that young handsome disciple, but at the moment, not only is the broken rune pattern broken, the sword body is also broken, and it is full of cracks, even if it is tempered, I am afraid that it will not get anything. Useful refiner materials.
Wan Yanjie himself bowed his head.
His long hair, as it was just picked up from the blood, was wet, and the red blood was flowing down his hair.
The robe on his body was tattered, and the whole body was covered with wounds with visible bones.
Chu Yan looked to Wan Yanjie's eyes, revealing a hint of doubt.
"Wan Yanjie's breath is already very weak, I am afraid that it is similar to a dying man.
But what happened to this breath of breath on him? "
Chu Yan felt strange, so she hid herself deeper.
The look of the black ancestor also became solemn at this moment.
She sneered: "Is there a second hand?"
Before the words fell, the black ancestor suddenly raised his hand, five sharp bloodstains, fleeting at the fingertips.
The next moment, blood stains appeared in front of Wan Yanjie, cutting violently towards him.
The bloodstains burst, as if the void had been cut away, and the sea of ​​blood was rolling in the back.
Seeing Wan Yanjie motionless, a slaughter-like look, the black ancestor's mouth raised a smirk.
Just then, Wan Yanjie raised his head.
Before that, he kept his head hanging down and his wet hair covered his cheeks, so no one saw his face and expression.
At this moment he looked up and was startled.
Wan Yanjie's face was shrouded in golden light at the moment.
And the golden light, like a flame, melted his face and his features like a candle.
Wan Yanjie's face, as it can be seen at this moment, is twisted and melted eyes, nose, and mouth, which looks extremely terrible.
What is even more amazing is that this golden light like a flame is infiltrated from Wan Yanjie's features.
In the fierce golden light, there was a touch of terror.
Chu Yan's gaze was condensed: "This is a magical power that fuses the attributes of gold and fire!"
The moment Chu Yan realized this, Wan Yanjie's forehead position opened his eyes again.
However, this time, the intensity of opening his eyes was much greater than before. At first glance, it seemed that Wan Yanjie's head was cracking from the middle.