Overriding the Heaven Chapter 855: I was irritated

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Chapter 855 was angered

Seeing that Chu Yan didn't have any fear, he continued to shoot at him, and the eyes of the dead soul suddenly became round and wide.

The resentment and hatred in his eyes almost turned into a real flame at this moment, gushing out.

"I can kill even the Purple Mansion realm. You are just a little dead soul hooked out by me in the gate of hell. Why are you..."

"Little ghost?"

Chu Yan, who had been very cold before, seemed to be ignited at this moment, and roared: "You dare to call me a little dead soul?"

Boom!

A wave of air, like a surging giant wave, burst out from Chu Yan.

At the moment, the waxy hard shell covering them is cracking, cracking.

The souls of the dead were forced by the momentum, and all of a sudden, they were a little frightened.

How did this guy react so much?

Why is he so angry?

Did I say something wrong?

There are three questions in the soul of the dead.

"I will let you know who is the little one! Little! Dead! Soul!"

It was Chu Yan's roar that answered it.

His anger, like boiling oil poured in boiling water, rushed to the dead soul in an instant.

Five fingers formed into claws and grabbed it sharply.

The soul was taken aback for a moment, and then he felt a sharp pain coming from his chest.

The blood-red eyeballs revealed all sorts of weirdness, and he lowered his head.

Suddenly, it saw that its chest was pierced by the opponent.

At this moment, Chu Yan's arm, elbow plunged into its chest.

"This, how is this possible... I, I'm a dead soul..." The dead soul stammered when he spoke at the moment.

This old voice suddenly became sharp.

A fierce glow flashed in Chu Yan's eyes.

Obviously, his anger is far from letting out.

"The soul is killed!"

The other arm waved violently.

Boom!

The surface of Chu Yan's arm instantly condensed yellow-green light.

The yellow-green light turned into a huge sickle in an instant.

The sickle is wrapped around the chain.

There are skeletons on the chain.

At this moment, these skeletons have their mouths open, roaring and roaring sharply.

"What is this!"

The soul screamed.

Although I don't know where the sickle came from, at this time it felt an extremely hideous and terrifying aura from the sickle.

This breath is like a scourge, and it will be swallowed in the next moment.

The soul wants to struggle, wants to escape.

But the chest was pierced and it couldn't move at all.

"No--"

In the sharp hissing, the dead soul could only watch the sickle slashing to his body, and in an instant, he tore it into dozens of pieces like a piece of paper.

And this has not stopped.

The dead soul itself has no entity after all.

This way of killing ordinary people is not enough to annihilate the souls of the dead.

And Chu Yan's method is obviously not over.

He took a step forward and grabbed it with five fingers.

These wriggling fragments of dead souls can no longer move, they can only hover in place and slowly wriggle.

"Hey, little ghost?"

Chu Yan made a disdainful noise from his nose, and his palm shook suddenly.

A wailing, as the dead soul fragments exploded into smoke, it came from the depths of the void.

In this wailing, there is endless unwillingness, regret, and despair.

But this can't prevent it from being killed in such a situation where there is no resistance.

Looking at the smoke, a faint glow flashed through Chu Yan's dark eyes.

He leaned forward slightly, closed his eyes, and sniffed deeply at the smoke.

Suddenly, in the smoke, two turquoise lights, like light smoke, floated out and penetrated into his nostrils.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Yan stood, not moving for a long time, with a look of intoxication on his face.

"It's really—the nostalgic taste. It's much better than those last time."

With a sigh, Chu Yan opened his eyes.

At this moment, his body staggered, but he quickly stood firm.

At the same time, his eyes were as dark as ink, and there was a wave of swaying.

"Is this body going to be unbearable anymore? Really...really..." After thinking for a while, Chu Yan couldn't help cursing, "How can it be so bad!"

That said, he tried to straighten his body.

"But I can't go back now."

The voice fell, and he stretched out his fingers and flicked towards the waxy wall beside him.

Cracking!

Suddenly, the "egg shell" that trapped him in it suddenly shattered and peeled off.

Before that, Lin Miaoran had tried his best to leave even a shallow mark on it.

"Chu Yan!"

Seeing Chu Yan come out alone, Lin Miaoran was surprised and delighted.

Her heart was always up and down.

Because she has just been blocked out, she has no idea what is going on inside the "eggshell".

But now seeing Chu Yan come out safe and sound, she was excited in her heart, and she didn't know what language to describe.

But soon, Lin Miaoran discovered something was wrong with Chu Yan.

Chu Yan's temperament has changed significantly from before.

In the past, Chu Yan was also arrogant, but it was not the arrogance with his nostrils up to the sky, more, there was a flying look, and a reassuring calmness, always feeling everything in control.

But at this moment, Chu Yan exudes a terrifying aura from all over his body.

He is as if his whole body is full of thorns, and his sharp edge is shown, no matter who provokes him or not, he will step on the opponent under his feet.

This situation has never happened to Chu Yan.

The next moment, Lin Miaoran also noticed Chu Yan's dark pupils.

The original expression of surprise solidified on his face, and then gradually faded.

Instead, Lin Miaoran looked wary on her face.

She held Qiushuijian firmly, took a step back, and tentatively asked: "Chu Yan?"

Chu Yan stopped for a moment and turned to look at her.

Lin Miaoran's heart tightened.

The opponent's dark eyes, like a big hand, strangled her throat in an instant, making her unable to breathe.

At this moment, Lin Miaoran's whole body was tense, and her scalp became numb.

The Qiushui sword in his hand, instinctively pointed towards Chu Yan.

"Who are you!" Lin Miaoran's voice brought a tremor.

If the person in front of me at this moment is Chu Yan whose body is occupied by the dead soul, she absolutely cannot accept it.

And Chu Yan just glanced at her, did not respond at all, quickly turned his head, and looked at the bone throne not far away.

Squinting his eyes, Chu Yan walked towards the Bone Throne.

"Who are you! What have you done to Chu Yan!" Lin Miaoran resisted the fear in his heart and stepped forward and asked.

Chu Yan ignored her at all, as if he hadn't heard Lin Miaoran's words at all. After a while, he walked to the bone throne.

The heads on the Bone Throne opened their mouths at this moment, and looked at him as if they were wailing silently.

Chu Yan gave a sneer of contempt in his nostrils.

The next moment, raise his fist and smash it down.

The power of a punch is like a meteor hitting the ground.

Boom!

The Bone Throne exploded in an instant, torn apart.