"It's you?"

"It's me." Chu Yan glanced at Zhou Tu's face and the ghost on his body, and he suddenly laughed.

"This is impossible. You obviously don't have spiritual roots, so why did you appear here? Shouldn't you be a servant in the Moying Sect?" Zhou Tu looked at Chu Yan incredibly. He clearly remembered that Chu Yan had no spiritual roots.

"When you talked about it, you seemed to have attacked me, although it was just a small grudge. Today we met, and we just eliminated it." Chu Yan's eyes were full of murderous intent and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I will make you die very happy."

"Hahaha... are you joking?" Zhou Tu heard this, his left eye narrowed and laughed: "But I will make you die in a very painful and painful way, and it is a thousand times more painful than life, ten thousand times more painful than death."

Chu Yan was not talking nonsense to Zhou Tu. A phantom of a golden sword appeared on his palm, and then pointed at Zhou Tu. The sword shadow flew out and became larger in an instant, nearly ten feet long.

Zhou Tu smiled, bit his tongue, spit out a mouthful of essence and blood at the bone knife in his hand, and suddenly slashed Chu Yan.

The sword energy transformed, the blood light was overwhelming, and there were many resentful souls accompanying the blood-colored sword energy, making Zhou Tu's magic full of evil spirits, as if he could split everything.

"Die to Fat Master." Zhou Tu smiled grimly, as if he could already see Chu Yan's death.

The sword shadow and the blood knife were about to break out, bursting out dazzling light between Chu Yan and Zhou Tu, roaring and shaking the void.

But the blood light only persisted for a moment, then it was extinguished in an instant, and was directly shattered by Chu Yan's thousands of swordsmanship. With a flash of light and shadow, in Zhou Tu's unbelievable eyes, the sword shadow instantly penetrated his body and stabbed a blood hole in his abdomen.

"impossible."

"This is impossible. You are a waste, but you are lucky enough to enter the sect. Even if you can practice, it is absolutely impossible to reach this level." Zhou Tu's face showed madness and shouted: "No matter who you are, if you want to kill me, Zhou Tu, you have to pay the price."

Zhou Tu suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Hu Ya's place. All the wronged souls on Hu Ya's body flew back, and then he sucked the ghosts outside his body.

With the resentful souls flying back, all of them were swallowed by Zhou Tu in one mouthful.

Without the gnawing of the unjust soul, the pain on Huya's body has slowed down too much, and the pain in her expression has also dissipated a lot.

Chu Yan frowned and didn't know what Zhou Tu was going to do, but he didn't continue to take action, but watched quietly.

But then, Chu Yan's eyes were filled with surprise.

After Zhou Tu swallowed the ghosts, the flesh and blood around the blood hole in his stomach began to wriggle and was slowly recovering.

What's even more amazing is that the flesh and blood in his body began to wriggle and then contracted. Zhou Tu's bones on his right face also grew blood and flesh, but the fat on his left face was shrinking.

The whole process only lasted for a few breaths, and then a young man with strong muscles, tall body, long hair flying around and red pupils appeared in front of Chu Yan.

Seeing Zhou Tu's amazing changes, even Chu Yan was shocked. Zhou Tu was completely different from the other side before and after the changes, and the aura on his body also changed drastically.

If Zhou Tu's aura was just an ordinary disciple before, his aura was comparable to a genius in the sect.

"You're called Zhou Tu, right?" Chu Yan looked at Zhou Tu and said, "You really amazed me, but the least you should have hurt the people around me, so no matter what, you will have to die today."

Zhou Tu glanced at Huya, and then he realized that Chu Yan and Huya had known each other.

His slightly handsome face had a strange smile and said, "There are no good people in the world, so I have to be the worst evil. Only by being more evil than others can I live longer."

"Everyone can kill him, I don't care who he is?" Zhou Tu smiled grimly on his face, and the blood knife in his hand stretched out, turning into a blood shadow. He approached Chu Yan in an instant and slashed at Chu Yan's heavenly spirit with a knife.

Seeing the blood knife slashing, Chu Yan's pupils spread. For a moment, his eyes disappeared, like demonic pupils, but they returned to normal in just a moment.

There was black fog in Chu Yan's palm. He raised his palm and pinched Zhou Tu's blood knife. Chu Yan actually grabbed the blood blade with empty hands.

Before it ended, just as Chu Yan's hand touched the blood knife, the black mist on his hand immediately spread, covering the blood knife and preventing the blood light from scattering out.

The black fog spread to the hilt with the blade, causing Zhou Tu, who was frightened, to release the hilt, his body suddenly retreated back, and quickly distanced himself from Chu Yan.

Zhou Tu looked surprised and suspicious. When he saw his sword turning into ashes in Chu Yan's hand like burning, his heart pounded and his pupils contracted extremely.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Chu Yan's mouth, and then Chu Yan's body began to fog, turning into a ball of black mist, covering Zhou Tu.

"What the hell are you?" Zhou Tu's face began to become ferocious. He roared while pinching his hands with his hands, and his body began to fog.

"Don't think you are the only one special."

Zhou Tu looked crazy, his body turned into a blood mist, and then he was entangled with the black mist that Chu Yan turned into.

Huya in the distance had been stunned for a long time, and was shocked by the fighting between the two. The momentum alone made Huya feel an invisible pressure.

As for this pressure, Huya felt that even those monks in the Daojia stage could not do it.

"Is this a genius?" After a while, Huya withdrew her gaze, then began to sit cross-legged and use her energy to heal her wounds.

The black fog and blood fog collided several times in the air, and the roar continued, and sharp auras scattered everywhere, causing some monks who were passing through this place to find out.

Even the immortal zombie was trembling under these two auras and did not dare to get close to the place where the two of them fought.

Chu Yan was in the battle with Zhou Tu, and he became more and more frightened as he fought. He did not expect that Zhou Tu would become more and more fierce this time, and he would have the potential to compete with him.

After a long time, the blood mist rolled back, and after it dissipated, Zhou Tu, who had a ferocious face inside, fell heavily from the sky, and then stirred up a fog of dust.

Chu Yan stood in the air, and the black mist on his body began to dissipate, but his face was extremely shocked, and his eyes were staring at Zhou Tu on the ground.

"Perfect Blood Spirit Root?"

The dust fog dissipated, and blood flowed out of Zhou Tu's mouth, but then it turned into blood fog and drilled back into his body. He was also shocked.

"You...why are you perfect spiritual roots?" Suddenly, Zhou Tu's eyes were full of blood and he shouted in a low voice: "No, I can only have perfect spiritual roots, you can die for me."

Zhou Tu slapped the ground and his body soared into the air. His palm suddenly cracked, and blood light spread out from his bloody mouth. A bone stretched out from his bloody mouth. It soon became two bone knives, which were held in his hands.

Chu Yan's eyes also narrowed, but he didn't expect that there was a second person with perfect spiritual roots, and such a bloodthirsty and cruel person.
Chapter completed!