Chapter 1238

Sharp and harsh sound, such as ghosts howling, tearing people's eardrum, makes people's soul tingle.

The pale hand burned, and the black fire caused fatal damage to him.

Ye Zichuan did not expect that the black fire had such an effect.

The coffin bearer roared and swung his arms. He hit hundreds of fists in a row. The fists were huge all over the sky. The fists were so powerful that he beat Qingxuan back.

Then he turned around and killed Ye Zichuan.

In the coffin, the shrill howl is still ringing. It makes people shiver, just like a ghost of ten thousand years.

"Go

A touch of cold light flashed by, and then, ye Zichuan saw that the pale hand was cut off, so it was abandoned.

The man with the coffin on his back roared and looked in the direction of Qingxuan. At last, he turned his head and left.

Watching them leave, ye Zichuan takes a long breath.

The green Xuan of distance flies over, the face takes bloodstain, the heart that hangs likewise put down.

Then, he looked up at Ye Zichuan and said, "the supernatural power of Daoyou is really amazing. If it wasn't for you, I would suffer today."

"It's just the meeting. I didn't expect to hurt him." Ye Zichuan said modestly.

Then he looked at the pale hand, opened his eyes of reincarnation, and let the black fire go out gradually.

The arm was cut off from under the elbow. The fracture was smooth and there was no blood flowing out.

"You see, this hand... Seems to have no bones!" Li Changye seems to have found something.

The fracture is dark. There is nothing in it. There is neither flesh nor bone.

It's very abnormal.

In this way, the arm is exposed in the void, sending out the breath of yin and cold, almost freezing people's bone marrow.

Ye Zichuan looked at his arm, several places were burned, revealing dark wounds.

But there was nothing in the wound.

Only a few drops of dry blood.

"It's like... Only one skin!" Li Changye opened his mouth, but the hairs of the three stood up.

"What a devil Qingxuan's face was a little pale.

The fear in his eyes was hard to hide, and his body seemed to be shaking slightly.

"Why? How could... "

Qingxuan murmured to himself, shocked by the scene in front of him.

Ye Zichuan looked at him strangely. Although a piece of human skin is really a little scary, there's no need to be so scared, right?

Qingxuan is an old monster who has lived for ten thousand years. According to the truth, what kind of scenes he has never experienced will not scare him like this.

Ye Zichuan put aside his doubts: "we..."

With a clang sound, Qingxuan picked up Xuanguang's chopping spirit sword and chopped it down to his arm.

The Qi of the sword was so thin that it fell on the arm.

Ye Zichuan and Li Changye both feel the horror of sword Qi, and their skin is stinging.

"Daoyou Qingxuan, what are you doing?" Li Changye asked with a frown.

Qingxuan said coldly, "what are you doing? Of course, it's the destruction of this arm. Can't we keep it? "

Ye Zichuan and Li Changye look at each other in the night. For a moment, they don't know what to say.

But Qingxuan's sword fell on it, but it only left a white seal, even the skin didn't break.

He looked anxiously at Ye Zichuan: "ye Daoyou, use your black fire magic power quickly, you will surely destroy this arm."

Ye Zichuan's eyes flashed slightly, and said: "I'm sorry, that kind of magic power is too dangerous. Every time I use it, it will take some time before I can use it again."

"What?" Qingxuan frowned and his face became more gloomy.

The broken hand in front of his eyes brought him more fear than he imagined.

"Why don't I take this arm with me, seal it for the time being, and I'll refine it as soon as I can use it again." Ye Zichuan said again.

Qingxuan's eyes brightened: "good! Then please ye Daoyou, you must destroy it at the first time! "

"Of course."

With these words, ye Zichuan laid a heavy seal and sealed the broken hand.

Looking at Ye Zichuan put away his broken hand, Qing Xuan was relieved, but his brow was still depressed. It seemed that he had a lot on his mind.

Li Changye looked at him and said, "what's on your mind, Daoyou?"

Qingxuan came back and squeezed out a smile: "it's OK, just thinking about other things."

"By the way, since the coffin bearers have gone away, I believe they won't show up this time. The two Taoist friends should seize the opportunity to look for them again in this place. Maybe there's another chance to stare at them."

"Thank you."

"Then I'll go first. You can call me if you are in danger."

Qingxuan arched his hand to them, then turned into a green rainbow and disappeared.

After watching him leave, Li Changye touched his chin: "how do I feel, this guy is a little strange?"

"Well, I think he's a little strange, too." Ye Zichuan returned.

Li Changye carefully recalled what Qingxuan said before and after, as well as his manner and language, and felt that there was something fishy in it.

"According to the truth, this guy has lived ten thousand years. He is an old monster worthy of the name. The bridge he walked is longer than the road we walked. There's no reason to be so scared at the sight of a human skin."

"Indeed, even though the contents of the coffin were very strong, he was afraid a little too much."

"A piece of human skin is so strong. I don't know how powerful it was in its heyday. Qingxuan's cultivation and the sword you sent are absolutely powerful, but it doesn't even break the skin. It's really despairing." Li Changye sighed.

He felt his weakness, compared with the real strong, the strength gap is too big.

Ye Zichuan then laughed and said, "remember what he said before, let's not go to that strange island."

Li Changye looked at him and said with a smile, "if he doesn't let us go, then we will go!"

"Ha ha ha." Ye Zichuan laughed, and then they left here and flew straight to the island.

From a distance, the island is indeed like a coffin, cuboid, even the coffin lid can be identified.

The surging blood river finally flows here, and then flows to the deepest part of the island.

Or into the coffin!

Just after they left, not far away, a pair of eyes looked at their direction, gloomy and frightening.

"There is no way to deal with happiness or disaster. I have already warned you that you are to blame. I can't blame you for your death."

On the other hand, ye Zichuan and Li Changye have returned to the island.

In front of them, is the end of the blood River, with the majestic life essence, into the ground.