"Kill you first!"

"puff--"

The first thing he locked in was the face of the national character that had just been clamoring and slashed on his father twice. At this time, his feet were unstable due to the impact of the Blood Evil Dragon. He was slashed by a knife, and his head soared into the sky, and blood splattered five feet.

The first one!

The sword is not old, so I come over and drag it again.

The second one!

In the blink of an eye, harvest two heads.

Someone screamed loudly—

"The true qi transforms, darn it--he is the grandmaster!"

When everyone shouted this sentence, they were stunned.

What a joke about such a young master? Moreover, everyone comes to Tianliang Temple with the lucky mentality of getting cheap. A large group of people have very obvious psychological advantages against a fledgling boy, but suddenly they find that the little white rabbit has become a big devil, which is unbearable.

Just as everyone retreated one after another and even had the idea of ​​escaping, one person shouted: "Don't scare yourself. This is the transformation of blood evil, not the transformation of true qi! It will take a long time to condense again. He is definitely not a great master."

"Everyone is in a circle!"

“Go together!”

Chen Yan's eyes were blood-red and his evil spirit was awe-inspiring.

There is no turning back arrow when the bow is drawn.

"Swish--"

He rushed into the crowd in an instant, as if he had entered a no-man.

Thunder Knife, Void Slash!

Thunder Knife, Nine Thunder Slash!

Thunder Knife, kill immediately!

Third place, fourth place,...eighth place!

In the blink of an eye, eight corpses were added on the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground.

And Chen Yan even sang a song in his mouth—

"A man should kill someone, but he will be merciless."

"The immortal karma of all ages is all in the murder."

"There was a man of great power in the past, and he was loyal and trustworthy."

"Yaozi killed someone, his body was lighter than a feather..."

The evil king’s demon sound is not only the sound of the piano that can affect a person’s mind, but singing is also OK.

One knife, one knife, another knife.

Blood splattered and human heads rolled.

"Ah——, his voice will affect his brain!"

"Don't let him sing, he's a devil!"

Someone woke up with fear on his face.

And there were more than twenty corpses piled up on the ground.

Chen Long had long been scared. Chen Yao's brother was usually powerful, but he was actually very brave and not very good at cultivation. At this time, he shrank in the corner and shivered. Seeing that everyone's attention was on Chen Yan, he quickly dragged his broken leg and crawled out into the hole that broke.

Unexpectedly, he slipped out successfully.

"Kill one person in three steps, keep your heart stopping, blood flows thousands of miles away, and corpse pillows on Qianxun Mountain."

Chen Yan continued to sing, with silver needle in his left hand and a flying knife in his right hand.

Kill, kill, kill!

Zhu Pangbin and others looked extremely ugly. They had good cultivation and were well prepared.

But they were shocked to find that they could not exert their strength and were poisoned.

That's right, this is the poison that Chen Yan rushes in as soon as he starts to rush in.

Now, they can only watch Chen Yan kill.

At this moment—

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's name was as bright as thunder, and it resounded in Tianliang Temple.

It suppressed Chen Yan's singing.

Immediately afterwards, an old monk wearing a cassock appeared and slapped Chen Yan on the back with a palm, beating him to vomit blood.

After the old monk landed on the ground, he looked at Chen Yan coldly: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Isn't it too much to kill when the donor is young?"

Chen Yan was furious: "Old bald donkey, why didn't you come out when they were going to kill one of me? Now you come out and recite Amitabha Buddha. I ask you, what kind of Buddha do you believe in?"
Chapter completed!