Chapter 477

The crowd was terrified.

"Hold on to the original spirit!" Someone called.

Shen Yanling is in the air, and his clothes are windless. He seems to be a God who trudges from the end of the ancient river. He overlooks all living beings, and his eyes are not compassionate, but coldly, "the light of ants, the light of the sun and the moon!"

Accompanied by these words comes the pressure of almost destroying the top - surging from all directions, like the surging waves before the tsunami.

All of them are creepy. They just feel like a wave of awe. They beat themselves wave by wave. They are like drowning. Gradually they can't breathe.

There is a flow of spiritual power.

Within a hundred Li, the wind was howling, and it was also mixed with creepy screams.

There was a smell of blood in the air.

The breath of death is so grave, as if this is hell on earth.

The monks on the scene were completely annihilated. They died in panic, as if they saw something extremely terrible.

Du Zhi was completely stupid. He was not surprised by the disgusting death in front of his eyes, but by the fact that his master disappeared out of thin air. In any case, he couldn't believe that master was so scared that he didn't leave any bones or anything. He didn't leave any thoughts for him.

Du Zhi didn't even have the strength to shout. His voice seemed to be blocked by something. He couldn't cry or shout. Even a dry howl was luxury.

The master and his companion, who had been with him for 15 years, disappeared completely.

Hell.

"Oh, my ancestors, do you want to fly away?" The king of hell was so anxious.

A group of ghost doctors gathered around Shen Yan for a long time to diagnose. They were surprised and said, "this time, our ancestors got a blessing in disguise. Under the strong impact, Yuandan repaired a small piece by himself."

Shen Yan's eyelids seemed to be heavy. He said wearily, "how long do I have to recuperate before I can go back to Yangjian?" Du Zhi is now in danger. Although he killed the friars, there must be another wave.

"Ancestors, you care about yourself first." The judge said painstakingly, "Du Zhi is the incarnation of the big man in the divine world. He is as lucky as a rainbow. Even if he is in a dead place, he can save himself from danger!"

Shen Yan suddenly felt that he was in a hurry. If he cared, he was in a mess.

At that time, when Du Zhi had the idea of self explosion, he was very distressed. He tried his best to keep Du Zhi. Even if Du is in danger, he will not forget his own identity.

However, everything has been done, and Shen Yan has no regrets at all. And, again, he had no doubt that he would.

Yama is still talking.

Unable to laugh or cry, Shen Yan rubbed his sore temple and said, "I know it in my heart. If I deal with such a group of monks, I'm not going to do anything about it."

This is a big truth. Although Shen Yan's skill is far from being recovered, he is not so desperate because of a big effort.

After resting in the hell for a period of time, Shen Yan can't wait to return to the world.

If you ask anyone, you will know that nearly a hundred years have passed in the world, and the pattern of the world of cultivation has been very different.

"Xiaoyao school?" As soon as the passers-by heard these three words, he was scared, funny and scared. "Mr. Lang, the Xiaoyao sect is the largest one in the world. What kind of sect is it?"

Unexpectedly, Shen Yan felt a secret joy in his heart and asked, "who is their current patriarch?"