Overriding the Heaven Chapter 1921: A demon soul in a small area

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The Heavenly Punishment's rays of light flashed, and a **** light shook out, entwining the Primordial Demon Soul Banner and Primordial Demon Soul Talisman.

On the surface of the two treasures, ten thousand monsters roared together, killing intent and anger, almost written into a **** killing character, shuttled from the depths of the void to slaughter the creatures.

The cold breath, in an instant, turned into a terrifying cold wind, blowing towards Chu Yan.

Immediately, the grass around Chu Yan was frozen into ice sculptures.

Chu Yan's eyes were faint, and he stayed still.

A gust of cold air, less than a foot in front of him, condensed into hoarfrost, but it dissipated in a moment.

The demon souls in the two magic weapons kept roaring, roaring, and struggling, seeming to recognize the identity of the Chuyan human race, and were unwilling to be sacrificed by him.

But no matter how hard they struggle, they can't affect Chu Yan at all.

As the blood circle tightens and tightens, the struggling scope of those demon souls becomes smaller and smaller.

In the end, the blood covered the two magic weapons.

The Primordial Demon Soul Banner and Primordial Demon Soul Talisman became quiet and hung quietly in front of Chu Yan.

Chu Yan gathered his eyesight and looked into it.

In the depths of these two magic weapons, countless demon souls, all knelt in front of him quietly at this moment, no longer making a sound.

At the same time, Chu Yan also felt that these two magic weapons produced a blood-connected taste with him.

This is the performance that can only be achieved when the sacrifice is successful.

Chu Yan nodded in satisfaction, took the Primordial Demon Soul Banner and waved it lightly.

In an instant, dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, flat mines surged, countless demonic souls, turned into a tornado, and violently rose up from the ground, woouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, spreading, wherever it passes, giving People have a sense of destruction.

Chu Yan flicked his fingertips again, and the Primordial Demon Soul Talisman turned into a golden light, almost appearing hundreds of miles away the moment his fingertips disappeared.

The next moment, a mountain there, disappeared, like powder, crashing down.

Looking around, my eyes are suddenly empty.

After learning about these two magic weapons, Chu Yan flipped his wrist and put them away, his eyes were deep, and he looked at the third treasure hovering in front of him—the drop of the great sage of the Styx. blood.

At this time, Chu Yan could feel the rich blood energy contained in this essence and blood.

But if it is directly absorbed, it would be too violent.

Because Chu Yan heard the bald demon talk about it before, the Great Sage Styx was still in this drop of blood, sealing a space.

Enter the space and have the opportunity to comprehend the inheritance of the Great Sage of Styx.

The great sage's techniques and inheritance, as well as the power of essence and blood, are naturally desired by Chu Yan.

But after all, this is a drop of the blood of the Great Sage, and it has the control of the Great Sage's mana. Compared with the magic weapon, it is more likely to cause the perception of the Great Sage of Styx.

Moreover, Chu Yan was also worried about how to deal with the existence of the Divine Sense of the Great Sage of Styx in this space in the blood.

"If there is a way to cut off the Stygian Great Sage's response to this drop of blood, that would be great."

Chu Yan was thinking like this in his heart, and heard a faint word from behind the gate of hell: "Into..."

"Huh?" Chu Yan blinked.

The one who hasn't spoken for a long time, why did he speak suddenly today?

And looking at it now, you even know what you think in your heart?

"I don't know...dao...but...look at you...face...you can...guess...what are you...thinking..."

Like a stutter, explain it now.

Chu Yan squinted his eyes, nodded and said: "Can you enter?"

"Yes..."

"What should the Great Sage of Styx feel like to do?"

"It...no...sensing...this...essence...and space...is...independent..."

The other party explained this, and Chu Yan suddenly understood.

When the Great Sage of Styx condensed this drop of blood, he cut off the connection with it.

It seems that the Great Sage Styx doesn't care at all about who he will reward this drop of blood.

It's like the great sage plucking a leg hair and rewarding it to the little demon below, whoever loves to take it, anyway, I don't care how much leg hair is.

It seems that I was worried for nothing before.

With a light smile, Chu Yan raised his hand and pointed a finger at the drop of blood.

As soon as his fingertips touched this drop of blood, Chu Yan immediately felt a suction from the drop of blood.

At the same time, the essence and blood suddenly expanded, turning into a vortex almost one person high, and with a whirr, Chu Yan was sucked in.

With a flower in front of him, Chu Yan suddenly realized that he had come into a misty void.

There was a crash under my feet, and the white water was surging at this moment, and there was a palpitating sound.

There is a thick white mist in front of me.

Vaguely around, you can see the silent black shadows of large and small ships.

The empty, depressed, and desperate breath is suddenly pressed from the surroundings, and it is even uncontrollable, and there will be a feeling of stomach cramps.

This is like a place where shipwrecks often happen.

Because of the strong white fog, the sailing ship ran aground on the rocks, and the people on the ship either fell into the sea and drowned, or were dragged away and eaten by the monster hidden in the white fog.

Chu Yan closed his eyes and pondered.

In a short moment, he could clearly hear the surging and surging sound of water waves, the creaking of boats decayed, the creaking of planks peeling off, and the sharp hissing from the depths of the white fog from time to time.

There really is something in the white mist.

"Jiejiejiejiejie——"

The creepy voice suddenly sounded above Chu Yan's head.

Chu Yan opened his eyes.

The thing seemed to be taken aback, and with a whirr, it disappeared into the depths of the white mist.

Shortly afterwards, a faint sound rang from all directions.

The voice is getting louder and denser, like a lot of people, gradually awakening, and then joining the ranks of the discussion.

"Someone has come in!"

"It's actually a human race."

"Human race, human race is good, thin skin and tender meat, I haven't tasted the taste of human flesh for hundreds of years."

"It's a pity that there is only one human race, which is not enough to stuff your teeth."

"You can't say that, the blood in this human race is quite strong, ah, I feel like I'm going to be drunk just by taking a breath."

These voices are densely packed, I don't know how many there are, discussing Chu Yan unscrupulously, as if discussing fresh and delicious ingredients.

At this moment, Chu Yan could even feel that in this white mist, a pair of salivating eyes were looking at himself, looking at the most delicious part of them.

The originally quiet white mist accelerated the flow at this moment.

There were gusts of overcast wind, with bone-piercing cold, blowing on the sea.

Weird laughter, harsh and sharp discussions, getting closer and closer to Chu Yan, as if a group of predators surrounded the prey, waiting for a crowd to dismember the prey.

These voices came into Chu Yan's ears clearly.

The corner of Chu Yan's mouth raised a slight arc, and after a while, he let out a sneer: "A demon soul in a small area--"