Chapter 82: The Seventy-Two Pillars Demon God-Ji Sect
Yan Chen looked around, there was no one. Yan Chen only felt a tingling scalp, there was no one here, so it could only mean that this sound was made by the two-tailed snake, so wouldn't he be in someone's mouth now!
At this time, the resentful male voice sounded again, "Kill him, kill him and I can recover." ”
Yan Chen didn't expect that he had been infected by the Demon God to such an extent, and he could actually recover.
Yan Chen condensed the Wind Elemental Blade, and the rich Wind Element was compressed into a small dagger by Yan Chen, because of the excessive pressure, there were overflowing cyclones around the dagger.
Yan Chen took the dagger and cautiously approached the old man with his eyes closed.
Just as Yan Chen was about to stab the old man, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and instantly turned around and dodged Yan Chen's attack.
Yan Chen hurriedly withdrew the dagger, and the strange thing was that the demon god did not take the opportunity to attack Yan Chen, but silently retreated to the side.
At this time, the voice sounded again, "Help me kill him!" This voice was full of eerie and murderous aura.
Well, Yan Chen condensed a rich light element, and condensed a small light cluster above the index finger of his left hand, this small light cluster is like a small sun, extremely dazzling "O natural elf, in my name, the spiritual power of the elf of light is brilliant." ”
The little sun on Yan Chen's fingers seemed to pose a great threat to both souls. Just as Yan Chen's hand was about to fall, the old man's face suddenly turned blue, and he spit out a word "no ......" in his throat with difficulty
Yan Chen dropped the magic ball of light in his hand, and the old man thought that he was going to die. At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly sounded in the old man's ears.
The old man slowly opened his eyes, and the young man in front of him did not fall on himself.
Yan Chen took out a bag of water from the badge, helped the old man, and fed him to drink.
The cool water rolls into the throat, and the dryness of the throat disappears instantly. "Young people. The old man's voice was still hoarse.
Yan Chen helped the old man. "You don't have to worry, I know you're the deity. The old man was slightly stunned, "How do you know?"
Yan Chen smiled, "Your eyes are very clear, and you are not a demon god at first glance." ”
The old man shook his head and did not speak. Obviously, he didn't believe Yan Chen's words. But Yan Chen saved him, and he didn't want to ask any more.
In fact, as early as when Yan Chen came in at the beginning, when a voice commanded him to kill the old man, Yan Chen understood.
Why is it that only the low-level Chu Huaiyu of the purple rank can contain this two-tailed demon god with the power of one person. Why did he reach the soul realm of this demon god so easily, everything is because this old man's soul is too strong, even if the sovereignty of the physical body is robbed, he can always exist, waiting for the opportunity to take back his body.
And such an old man is a big hidden danger for Boutis, so he wants to kill him with the help of Yan Chen.
Fortunately, I suddenly figured all this out, otherwise it would be really difficult to escape.
Yan Chen said goodbye to the old man and walked out of his soul realm. When I went outside, I realized that Boutis had not been idle for half a day.
If Chu Huaiyu hadn't used the Seven Kills Decision, what he saw at this time would probably be a cold corpse, just like Baipa.
As soon as he thought of this, Yan Chen couldn't help but feel sad. The size of Boutis in front of him had shrunk a lot, and Chu Huaiyu, who had been suppressed by Boutis just now, wanted to step forward to teach him a lesson, but was stopped by Yan Chen.
"He's not. Just this sentence, Chu Huaiyu understood that there have been many things about the soul snatching hegemony since ancient times, and most of the things that their family operates are related to this matter, so there is no need for Yan Chen to explain more.
Chu Huaiyu looked at Boutis, who was gradually shrinking and aging.