Chapter 821: A poop

The faces of the four monks changed in unison, looking up at Xiang Yan's Chu Yan, his eyes horrified.
They don't know how Chu Yan did it.
Such a huge roar and energy is like smashing the land.
Rumble Rumble!
The ground is undulating like a huge wave.
Large cracks spread out.
The four monks had to avoid each other.
Handsome now squatting on Chu Yan's shoulders, he had to hold Chu Yan tightly with his hoof, his eyes were excited and confused: "How did Chu Yan do it?"
Chu Yan looked at the four monks and sneered: "The map of Shanhaijiao indicates that there is a monster tomb here, but it is-buried underground."
As soon as the words came out, the handsome man suddenly understood.
The four monks heard the expressions of shock and anger in their faces.
They didn't know beforehand that there was a monster tomb here.
As Chu Yan's voice fell, a click came from the ground, cracking a gap more than ten feet long, and a black, black, white, and white light leaked out.
The next moment, a pair of huge palms protruded from the gap, holding up and tearing.
Click!
The ground ruptured, exploded, collapsed, and spread around.
The gap instantly became a scary black hole.
One of the four monks was too late to dodge, and fell down from the collapsed ground all at once.
There was a sudden roar in the underground, like steel Baozha.
The remaining three were surprised.
After a moment, a figure flew out of the ground like a shell, and then fell heavily to the ground.
This is exactly the monk who just planted.
His face was now full of anger and fear.
Although he wasn't dead, at this time he looked at him and was going to be embarrassed countless times before.
The mask of the face of the wolf was missing a piece of blood. The exposed half of his face was stained with blood and his body was black and ragged. At the moment, three horrible blood spots appeared on the waist.
Under the bloodstains, the skin was fleshed and blood was swollen.
The deepest wound was even faintly visible bones.
It was only a short while ago, but it could bring such a serious injury to this monk.
The remaining three were suddenly surprised and surprised.
"What's under this--"
The leading monk's voice had just fallen, and a snoring sound, the two huge palms that had just been probed out of the ground again, grabbed the edge of the ground, and yanked.
Click! Click!
Another piece of ground cracked like a shortbread, and a huge figure on the ground jumped to the ground at the same time.
It has a height of nearly one floor, a strong body, knotted muscles, and a granite-like texture.
In particular, the palms of those hands were as large as a round table, with several feet of nails, and their arms almost dropped to the ground, looking like terrible high-end weapons.
Although it can be seen that this is an ape and monster, the visual impact at this time is not weaker than a demon.
The four monks, even the one who was just full of anger, saw the monster at this moment and couldn't help showing a trace of fear.
This monster is obviously no longer a living creature, but a kind similar to the worldly walking dead.
As a burial place for monsters, the Wan Yao Burial Ground often appears dead and stiffened.
After many years of being affected by the aura and demon here, these dead beasts will "resurrect" in a new form.
The monster that just survives will rarely retain the memories of its lifetime.
What remains is the instinct for blood and killings, and for guarding his territory.
Obviously, this monster is so.
Originally because the tomb was buried underground or on the surface, it may not have noticed it, or maybe it did n’t care because it did not affect itself.
However, the flame that Chu Yan had just blasted into the ground was instantaneous, completely annoying it.
For this monster, there is no difference between the five monks in front of them, they are all a group.
Breaking into their territory, they didn't bother them, they should be thankful.
Now not only did they not show their offerings, they also disturbed their dormancy, and they must die!
Opening his mouth and making a terrifying roar, the monster was rushing forward like a hurricane that swept away.
It was incredibly fast, like a blaze of lightning, and in an instant, the five people were smashing with the scene.
The four monks and Chu Yan all felt unprecedented pressure and were forced to retreat. For a moment, they all looked quite embarrassed.
Seeing this scene, and then seeing Chu Yan's face with the expected look, the four monks understood the other party's intentions instantly.
After the other party realized that it was difficult for him to rush out of the siege of the four, he simply stirred the water completely.
Let more powerful enemies smash a line of life for themselves in this dead end!
"Chu Yan, you don't even want to escape! The target of this monster attack does not distinguish between you and me!" The monk led by the four yelled.
"How do you know if you don't try?" Chu Yan sneered, raised the Eight Desolate Excalibur, and rushed towards the monk who was away from him.
The monk's eyes flashed a fierce mang, about to face, and suddenly, a strong wind felt from the side.
A glance at the corner of the eye suddenly saw that the monster was opening its mouth and slap it at itself.
The sharp claws tore the void, and the sharp croaking came, almost piercing the eardrum.
"Asshole!" The monk was hit by the monster, and when his body flew out, his arm was stroked by Chu Yan's Eight Desolate Excalibur, and a deep wound was suddenly exposed.
Suddenly, he could not help but utter a curse.
Chu Yan was taking advantage of the opportunity to hurt the other side, and was planning to take a step back before addressing this guy.
If you can't count the dead, you can seriously hurt the other party and lose your combat effectiveness, which is more beneficial to yourself.
But he only took a half step, and the monster beeped and slapped at him.
Chu Yan could only sigh helplessly, and then stepped back and forth a few feet, avoiding the monster's edge.
This undifferentiated attack of monsters is really annoying.
But this is already the best situation.
In the following period, this monster was perfect to play the role of a cuckoo stick.
For a moment, the deadly situation that would have killed Chu Yan must become confusing.
...
November 10th of that year.
Lin Miaoran took a deep breath, and her white wrist trembled and inserted a stone stick full of charms into the ground.
With the insertion of the stone pillars, a rhythm came from the ground about several ten feet wide.
Although at a glance, there is no change from before, but if you feel it carefully, you will find that the aura in this small area has become thicker before.
If you take a closer look, you will also find that the aura in this area fluctuates in a certain pattern, as if it were a human breath.