Overriding the Heaven Chapter 1556: People are remarkably light
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Boom!
There was a loud noise, and the entire mountain was shaking. Large cracks were severely torn apart, rubble was rolling, and smoke was sooting into the sky.
Chu Yan's figure spans tens of feet and over a hundred feet in one step.
At this moment, the airflow is oppressed, and there is a very harsh blast.
With a wave of both hands, he tore away the smoke and dust, Chu Yan immediately exposed the swaying surrounding, covered in blood, struggling to stand up from the ruins.
"Chu! Yan!" Zhou Mu squeezed two words between his teeth, hate and fear, and his eyes were full of panic.
Seeing Chu Yan pressing straight toward him, his palm flashed a light, a silver shield, gurgling water on the surface, vivid, revealing a scent of agility, blocking him.
Although it's just a small shield, it now gives people a kind of toughness that can overcome toughness with softness and can't be penetrated by thousands of troops.
"The vastness of the broken sky sword!" Chu Yan flicked his wrist, and the sword light fell, like a star river, the light burst and crashed down, and the entire sky was swaying.
The moment the starlight fell on the small shield, Chu Yan's gaze condensed: "Star River Thunder Slash!"
In an instant, thousands of stars exploded.
Looking around, the entire collapsed mountain peak seemed to be gushing out of starlight, which stretched and shredded the whole.
The running water in that small shield shook suddenly, and the next moment, it seemed to be boiled, and it exploded together with the small shield.
Behind the explosion, Zhou Mu screamed, **** arrows all over, flying out like artillery shells, the body was in the air, rubbing quickly, the surface of the body did not break apart, blood and spiritual energy poured out like no money.
In just a few hundred feet of flying distance, his body turned out to be like a deflated ball, quickly drying out.
When he fell to the ground, he had already turned into a corpse, with deep sunken eye sockets, crimson all over, and cracks all over, as if shaken, he would fall apart.
The next moment, Chu Yan's figure fell in front of him, condescending, looking down at the surrounding curtain.
Zhou Mu hadn't died at this time, a pair of eyeballs, blood red, like two bright red glass beads, staring at Chu Yan.
Seeing that Chu Yan took away the magic treasures from him, Zhou Mu was helpless.
At this moment, he even moved his finger and tried his best.
But for him, the luckiest thing right now is that Chu Yan didn't kill him right away, so that he could still survive for a while.
It's just that this is the cruelest.
Because of the process of waiting for death to come, and watching my own magic weapons being taken one by one, it is the most tormented.
Storage bags, storage necklaces, storage bracelets, storage rings, one by one, filled with various inherited storage magic weapons, are in Chu Yan's hands at this moment.
"I didn't expect this guy to have so many magic weapons." When Chu Yan took away these storage magic weapons, he opened it and glanced at it.
The other party possessed various magic weapons, and for a while, Chu Yan felt a little shocked.
Actually speaking, it doesn't mean that the magic weapon possessed by the other party is piled up like a mountain.
The treasures that Chu Yan has seen are not too few. He has also faced the treasures larger than this one.
The main reason is that for a single monk, the number of spirit tools owned by the Zhou screen can definitely be regarded as a huge wealth.
Some small-scale sects probably don’t have so many spiritual tools for their disciples to use.
"Oh, I will be broken down into materials later, used to forge and cast magic weapons." Chu Yan said to himself.
At this time, he saw Zhou Mu's lips move.
Obviously, the other party was irritated by Chu Yan's extravagant behavior.
While his lips were moving, there was a hoarse and unpleasant low voice in his throat: "I want to... come to you... It has nothing to do with the limit gate..."
His statement is still conscience.
Zhou Mu is worried that Chu Yan will be angered and restricted because of his personal behavior.
If he can kill Chu Yan, he will be the hero of limit gate.
But if it fails, Chu Yan will definitely think that Xianjimen has a grudge against him, so he appointed Zhou Mu to attack him.
Especially if the weekly scene is still a sneak attack, it is even more annoying.
At this moment, Zhou Mu felt scared.
Chu Yan squinted at him and said lightly: "No."
Hearing Chu Yan's stance, Zhou Mu's eyes moved, and he seemed to feel relieved.
But at the next moment, Chu Yan said: "You are so light, you can't represent the limit gate at all."
At that moment, Zhou Mu’s skinny chest suddenly rose and fell, and his eyes were red as if he was about to burn. Obviously, he was exposed to extremely strong stimulation. His mouth opened suddenly, and with a pop, he spit out a thin blood arrow, and smashed his body. The last trace of blood was completely squeezed out, and then he was motionless.
Without staring at him, his mouth is slightly open, and his body still looks like the last struggle.
Zhou Mu died very unwillingly.
However, Chu Yan's last words were indeed murderous.
"Who let you attack me." Chu Yan snorted coldly, and raised his hand to point at the opponent's corpse, "Heavenly Finger!"
The blood lines are intertwined, like a big net, one cut, and the corpse of the Zhou screen suddenly becomes countless pieces. At this time, when the wind blows up by Chu Yan's long sleeves, it is scattered over the cliffs. After throwing it to a radius of at least tens of miles, no one can put him together anymore.
To solve the trouble of drilling halfway, Chu Yan returned to the spirit boat and set off again. By the way, he checked the magic treasures obtained from Zhou Mu according to the storage magic treasures one by one.
After checking, Chu Yan's face revealed a hint of what he had expected, and at the same time a slightly disappointed expression.
Although there are many magic weapons of Zhou Mu, there are none of the high-level magic weapons.
The middle-level spirit tools are also Wanbao Kunlun and Jiugonghuangtian Pagoda.
Everything else is the concluding aura.
It's just Chu Yan's regretful sigh at this time. If he let other monks see it, he might jump up with anger and poke Chu Yan's chest with his fingers on the spot.
The magic weapon of the spirit weapon level, regardless of the rank, as long as you have it, it will be enough to satisfy many spiritual cultivators.
And Chu Yan is still picky at this time!
It's like many hungry people. They feel thankful if they can eat a bite of brown rice, but Chu Yan is now frowning at a large bowl of braised pork because he dislikes that the meat has some fat.
It is a miracle that this kind of person will not be beaten to death.
But there is no way, His Royal Highness Chu is no longer the ordinary monk who entered the fairy gate in the past and was poor and white.
Now he also has the strength and power to choose magic weapons.
Those low-level magic weapons, as Chu Yan said before, were installed by him at this time, and when they returned, they were all decomposed into casting materials.
Only the two remaining pieces, which were previously used by Zhou Mu as the magic weapon to deal with Chu Yan, Wanbao Kunlun and Jiugong Huangtian Pagoda, were left in his hands by Chu Yan. At this time, he carefully examined them.