Su Zhatian, the male god of fast wear

Chapter 130 The Demon King of Cold Love (1)

Warcraft Forest.

Lush and lush, the ancient trees with luxuriant branches and leaves block out the sky, making the Warcraft Forest dark and humid all year round.

In the inner circle of the Demonic Beast Forest, a group of young disciples in white Taoist robes held sharp swords and surrounded a disciple of the same clan who was full of scars in the center with a proud face.

"Chu Yan, as long as you hand over the Nether Sword obediently, senior brother, I will spare you!"

Even if he was surrounded by groups, even if his body was covered with scars, and his pure white Taoist robe was stained with blood, Chu Yan still had an iceberg face that hadn't changed for thousands of years.

Facing the persecution and clamor of these people, Chu Yan drew his sword and attacked them without saying a word.

"Clearly!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of sharp swords colliding, and the attacks of spiritual power are also constantly colliding together.

Countless attacks failed, and the surrounding towering trees, flowers and trees were blown into ruins and dust was flying.

During the battle, Chu Yan kept his face cold and silent the whole time. Even though his body was dripping with blood, he still brandished his sharp sword expressionlessly and emitted countless sword qi.

Facing the swords and attacks that kept falling on him, he kept a cold face, never even frowned, let alone screamed in pain.

Seeing that the battle was at a stalemate, the leading disciple in white became furious and said, "Chu Yan, since you don't want to drink a toast, don't blame me for being cruel!"

After finishing speaking, the disciple in white took out a talisman from the storage ring with his backhand, and threw it towards Chu Yan's place.

"boom!"

"boom!"

With a loud noise, with Chu Yan as the center, countless waves of spiritual power spread towards the surroundings...

Except for the leading disciple in white, the rest of the disciples would inevitably be brought to Yuchi.

When everything returned to calm, the leading disciple in white went to the place where Chu Yan had been standing before and inspected it before smiling triumphantly.

"This is what happens when you fight against me!"

The affected disciples all lowered their heads and lowered their eyes to avoid his dangerous sight.

"Let's go back to the sect!"

Not long after these people left, An Wan slowly flew down from the tree, raised her hand and waved her sleeves.

In an instant, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in the empty place... Chu Yan.

Chu Yan opened a pair of black eyes, and looked coldly at the savior in front of him... An Wan.

"I saved you." An Wan said.

Hearing this, Chu Yan still had a cold face, unchanged.

"Your dantian is damaged, your spiritual roots are destroyed, and your meridians are broken." An Wan said.

Chu Yan remained expressionless, not even frowning.

"...Are you dumb?" An Wan asked suddenly.

Chu Yan: "..."

Hearing this, Chu Yan finally glanced at her this time.

"An Wan, the only direct disciple of Ling Mo Xianzun of the Tianxin Sect. Ten years ago, he colluded with the Demonic Dao and betrayed the Tianxin Sect. Everyone of the righteous disciples got it and punished him."

"You know me?" An Wan looked at Chu Yan curiously and asked.

Chu Yan: "..."

Seeing the curious look on An Wan's face, Chu Yan glanced at her expressionlessly, and a trace of something flashed quickly in those unmoving black eyes.

"Your purpose." Chu Yan said coldly.

"I saved you for no purpose, just to see how pitiful you are. As for whether you believe it or not, that's up to you."

After finishing speaking, An Wan waved her sleeve, conjured up a golden pill and threw it towards Chu Yan.

Chu Yan was forced to open his mouth and swallow the pill.

Before he could react, a huge amount of medicinal power spread in his body...

(End of this chapter)