Chapter Nine Hundred and Eighty First Harvest Is Not Small

In the entire valley, the evil spirit soared to the sky, the cold air was dense, and the sound of hissing and howling ghosts continued to come from thousands of altars.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The underground space is extremely huge, and there are a large number of puppets scattered here and there. In an instant, countless gray or blood red eyes looked over, glared at Chu Yan at the same time, and roared.

"Emperor Suzaku Fire, burn it for me!"

Chu Yan swept his eyes across, not afraid of rejoicing, there are so many shady puppets in front of him, if he can absorb all their yin and evil spirits, the bottleneck of his own cultivation will definitely be broken.

call! call!

The Suzaku Martial Soul soared into the sky, like a round of golden scorching sun, the dazzling fire light swayed across the sky

Almost at the moment when the Suzaku Martial Soul appeared, the darkness of the entire underground world was swept away, and the Suzaku Emperor Fire set off monstrous waves of fire, sweeping in all directions like the tide of a sea of ​​fire.

However, Chu Yan controlled the range of the Suzaku Emperor Fire within a thousand steps, and condensed the might of the Emperor Fire to the strongest state possible.

Chu Yan is very clear that his "Burning Corpse Refining Qi" of Suzaku Emperor Huo has a relatively strong power only against inanimate ones, and its power will be greatly reduced for living ones. Therefore, Chu Yan has to try it to make sure that Suzaku Dihuo's lethality to these shady puppets.

The Suzaku Martial Soul, like the Vulcan in the sky, swept away with a large piece of purple flames, rushing towards Chu Yan's puppet in all directions, and was instantly swallowed by the flames, turning into a fire man, still rushing forward.

call! call! call!

The effect of the burning of the Emperor Fire was far beyond Chu Yan's imagination. In a moment, all the puppets rushing from all sides were swallowed by the sea of ​​flames, and none of them could rush out of the range of the Emperor Fire intact. Within five breaths, All turned into black ash, scattered on the ground

At the same time, a large cloud of evil spirit, like a black cloud wave, rushed towards the Rakshasa phantom.

A large amount of Rakshasa's true energy rushed into Chu Yan's body, and Chu Yan's cultivation was at the bottleneck, trembling violently, and instantly became loose, and soon reached the critical point of breakthrough.

"The dark puppet here is enough for me to break through and cultivate!"

Chu Yan looked around, with a hint of joy on his face, and murmured.

Around thousands of altars, there are no less than ten thousand ghost puppets, still rushing towards them like a tide.

but,

The Emperor Fire of the Suzaku Martial Soul unfolded, and the effect was astonishing. There was no need for Chu Yan to fight again. He only needed to swallow a few Nine Profound Golden Pills after a period of time to keep his true energy consumed.

Whoosh!

Chu Yan's figure was like lightning, and he rushed towards the center of the altar in the distance. Now, under the burning of the Suzaku Emperor's fire, Chu Yan is no longer in any danger. Now he just wants to find out who is behind this "Valley of Souls" control.

Thousands of altars stand on all sides, with no end in sight at a glance. In the center of the dark forest of altars, black evil spirits are rolling, and a palace with a black base and a red roof stands among them.

Chu Yan's face was startled, his brows were slightly frowned, and his heart was full of doubts.

Both the altars and this palace are obviously man-made. If someone really controls this place, then it must be in this palace.

"If the guess is correct, this place has something to do with the Black Blood Temple!"

Chu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and this consciousness flashed in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was related to the Black Blood Temple.

Because, during this period of time, the Black Blood Temple was really too peaceful, even for such a big event as the blood sea in the spiritual domain, no one from the Black Blood Temple appeared, which is really weird!

Constantly thinking about it, it took a long time before Chu Yan calmed down a little, and strode towards the black-red palace in front of him.

Walking up the steps, Chu Yan looked up and found that this palace was different from ordinary palaces.

There is no gate in this palace, but there are passages leading directly into the palace.

Chu Yan glanced across, randomly selected one of the ten passages, stepped into it, and walked towards the depths of the palace.

Stepping into the passage of the palace, there are rooms on both sides. There may be hundreds of rooms in one passage.

Open a room casually, and the scene in the room can be seen at a glance, except for a black sarcophagus, there is nothing else.

A stream of evil spirits escaped from these black sarcophagi, and the temperature in the room was extremely low.

On the black sarcophagus, there are complex spirit patterns all over the entire sarcophagus, which should be some kind of complex spirit gathering array.

The evil spirit in all directions flowed out of the void like silk threads, and flowed into the black sarcophagus like a trickling stream.

Chu Yan was fully alert, walked slowly into the room, and stood in front of the black sarcophagus.

boom!

With a wave of his big hand, a burst of true energy was thrown out, and the lid of the black sarcophagus was immediately overturned

Chu Yan looked into the black sarcophagus, and saw a second-order puppet lying in the coffin, with his eyes closed and a sinister expression lingering on his face.

Sure enough, as Chu Yan expected, the hundreds of rooms in this palace passage are all places where Yin puppets are bred.

Boom!

Chu Yan punched out, blasting the head of the puppet in front of him into a pile of rotten meat, turned around, and walked out of the room.

Walking outside the room, Chu Yan glanced at the end of the passage, and the rooms were neatly arranged, and the number was definitely more than a hundred.

"It seems a bit uneconomical to continue killing like this!"

Chu Yan pondered for a moment, then changed his mind immediately. He was going to put all the puppets into the Rakshasa space, wait for a safe place, and let the Rakshasa ghosts absorb the evil spirit contained in them at the same time.

In this way, it will be of great benefit to the improvement of one's cultivation base, and now that one is about to break through the eighth level of the Heaven-reaching Realm, there are so many second-level puppets in front of him, just to take advantage of them.

Thinking of this, Chu Yan's figure flickered immediately, bringing out a black afterimage, continuously entering and leaving the room in this passage, and bringing all the second-order puppets in the black sarcophagus into the Rakshasa space.

Going straight along the passage, the palace passage actually leads into the belly of a huge mountain, as if there is no end.

In nearly a hundred breaths of time, Chu Yan collected no less than a thousand second-order puppets in this passage.

Although the refinement of these second-order puppets has not been completed, the evil spirit contained in them is also extremely strong, which makes Chu Yan's face full of joy, and the more he gathers, the more excited he becomes.

Tom!

In a room, from the opened black sarcophagus, a "Yin Puppet King" suddenly jumped out

Roar!

With a low growl, the "Yin Puppet King" swung its claws and grabbed at Chu Yan.

However, this kind of "Yin Puppet King" of the same level of cultivation was not Chu Yan's opponent at all. After a few moves, he broke all his limbs and threw him into the Rakshasa space.

Harvesting a "Yin Puppet King" made Chu Yan even more excited, and rushed into the passage again, rushing towards the room below.

In the room near the mountainside, the number of "Yin Puppet Kings" is increasing, and another hundred breaths of time have passed, and the number of Yin Puppets harvested by Chu Yan has exceeded 2,000.

"It's almost there, it's more than enough to break through the eighth heaven of the Heaven-reaching Realm!"

Chu Yan stood at the end of the passage, his face was full of joy, and he was in a good mood. He didn't expect to be able to improve his cultivation by another level on the way to Jiuling Xuantianzong.

Swish! Swish!

At this moment, in the thick black air in the distance, three black figures flew over and blocked Chu Yan.

"Who are you!? How dare you enter my "Valley of Souls"!?"

There was a loud shout, and the reddish eyes of the three men in black were full of murderous intent!

"It really is a person from the Black Blood Temple!"

Chu Yan looked at the three men in black robes in front of him, his spiritual consciousness swept over their bodies, and he immediately sensed the familiar and no longer familiar aura, sneered suddenly, and said.