Overriding the Heaven Chapter 1739: Fire Maker

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In an instant, this disciple thought of what he would end up with.

You don't need Chu Yan to act, Cangyangmen can tear him to pieces from top to bottom.

And it's fine if he is dead. His original family and those related to him will definitely suffer.

As soon as I thought of this, this disciple's hair was about to stand up.

"Go, I'll wait for you twelve hours. After twelve hours, if your Sect Master does not come, I will kill the people here first, and then I will look for you." Chu Yan said.

At this time, there is no need for him to speak more.

The eyes of these Cangyangmen disciples at the scene have already made the disciples of the Earth Element Realm restless and dare not delay the slightest.

After sending the person away, Chu Yan meditated cross-legged on the spot.

Twelve hours is his last chance for Cang Yangmen.

Also during the time that Chu Yan was waiting, a mysterious monk came to the Silver City where he had been before.

Wrapped in a large cloak, the monk walked on the streets of Silver City in a hurry.

Finally, he stopped at the place where Lianyue was originally clothed.

The current Lianyue line has disappeared from the ground.

The rest is a big pit and mess all over the floor.

In these days, there have been many courageous monks who are desperately trying to find out if they can try their luck and find some lost treasure.

But it is a pity that this original treasure house has been emptied, and nothing is left.

But even so, there were still many people around here, pointing to this big pit, listening to the residents of the city who saw Master Tianxin's action that day, and telling the specific process of what happened.

This monk wearing a cloak watched and listened to all directions, while listening to the half-truths and half-false descriptions of the people around him, he carefully observed the big pit.

The more I look at it, the more scared he becomes.

After a while, he felt a heat on his wrist.

Looking down, there was a jade stone on his wrist, now a faint red color appeared.

Seeing this scene, he took another deep look at the big pit, then turned and left.

However, the monk wearing the cloak did not leave the White Studios, but turned towards an alley after turning around in the city.

In one of these hurried walks, he came to a run-down house off the beaten track, he stopped, reached out and knocked on the door.

The door of the room opened immediately.

One eye looked at the monk in the cloak across the door.

The monk in the cloak did not speak, but raised his arm and showed him the jade on his wrist.

The look in his eyes was visibly shocked, and the door cracked open.

The monk in the cloak stepped in immediately, and the door closed tightly again.

At this moment, in the courtyard behind the gate, there are seven or eight monks standing.

The realm of these monks is in the condensing state.

Although they are monks, all of them seem to be frightened at this moment. The face full of hurried confusion, anyone who sees it will feel pitiful.

At this moment, seeing the monk in the cloak approaching, they cheered up and stood up straight.

The monk wearing a cloak walked up to these people and slowly opened the cloak.

Under the cloak, is a young man with dark red hair.

This young man's skin is very white, even white to the point where the veins and blood vessels are almost visible.

But the moment he lifted his cloak, there was a heat wave rushing towards the surroundings.

In the yard, these vein-condensing monks almost instantly felt as if they were standing on the edge of the stove.

Not only that, the grass under the feet of this red-haired young man, the moment he lifted his cloak, immediately turned yellow, withered, and then turned black, as if it was alive scorched.

The monks present, salute together: "See Lord Firebringer."

This red-haired young man is exactly Yuan Ye, one of the four emissaries of the monsoon pond.

At this time, he waved his hand: "Now there are no fire fighters, only Yuan Ye, what is going on this time, who attacked Buxing?"

The leader among these cultivators took a step forward and explained the process.

The previous process of Yuan Ye's hearing on the street was based on the content of the false rumor, which was far different from the real situation.

But even so, his brows wrinkled even more tightly after listening.

"So, the two heavens were killed by that person in an instant?" Yuan Ye asked in a low voice.

"It is true, we have seen it with our own eyes." The Condensed Vein Realm monk said quickly.

Yuan Ye pondered for a moment, and then asked: "What kind of person does that person look like and what kind of magical powers does he use? Do you still remember."

"Remember." The monk nodded repeatedly, "At that time we were not far from the cloth line, so we could see clearly."

At the moment, the monk described Chu Yan's face.

Of course, what Chu Yan described was the appearance of Chu Yan wearing a ghost face.

Yuan Ye's expression changed at that time.

He was breathing fast, suddenly took out a portrait, and showed it in front of the monk: "This is what you said?"

This monk didn't expect Yuan Ye to react so much and was taken aback.

But listening to the other party's tone of voice is quick and cautious, knowing that it is not trivial, so he not only carefully identified it himself, but also called several people around him to come forward and identify together.

After a while, everyone gave the same answer: "Not exactly the same, but at least three points similar."

"Three points." Yuan Ye's expression eased slightly, but the fist behind him was clenched tighter than before.

Because the portrait he took out is the portrait of the teacher he has confirmed to have fallen—Monsoon Tong!

"Then what about the magical powers he used? Instantly kill two Tianxin masters. It's impossible to use magical powers, right?" Yuan Ye asked again.

"I remember this because that person is very loud." One of the monks said loudly, "It's a sword of light."

"Jianguang?" Yuan Ye's heart sank suddenly.

Speaking of Jianguang, his mind naturally came to mind...

An answer, ready to come out.

And this monk, also at this time, said a few words that were constantly emerging in his heart: Streaming Shadow Breaking Sword.

Yuan Ye's body shook, and his already pale face suddenly became scary.

"Master Fireman, are you okay?"

"Master Fireman, what's the matter with you?"

A few Condensed Vein Realm cultivators hurriedly asked with concern.

Taking a few deep breaths and stabilizing his mind, Yuan Ye's mind turned sharply.

He knows what he has done better than anyone else.

At this time, a Tianming monk who looked three points similar to the master and mastered the master's spells appeared, and the one who came directly to take was the master's treasure house-these things can already explain a lot of problems.

Leave aside other things, one thing can be directly determined, and that is what I have done before and now. If this is known, then the end will be worse than anyone else!

As soon as he thought of this, a sharp light flashed in Yuan Ye's eyes.