Chapter 2245

This martial uncle in ancient China, though he really hopes that this is the final result.

And the situation at this time, no matter how you look at it, the emperor of Taiqing has been in an invincible position.

Although there were some twists and turns before, the self shaping constitution of Hunyuan Wuji has surpassed the imagination of all monks in the kingdom.

Is this kind of ability and strength worth killing a monk in purple mansion?

But I can't say why. At this moment, the martial uncle just can't say this judgment decisively.

There seemed to be a trace of hesitation in his heart.

Although he did not want this hesitation.

"What the hell is going on.

Do you mean to say -- "

Martial uncle is so tangled in his heart that his brows are wringing at the moment.

He looked at the huge figure looming in the thunder of ice and fire.

"Is this the magic barrier Chu Yan left in my heart?"

Mumbling to himself, with a click, tens of thousands of thunders fell like a sword.

The dazzling light in an instant seemed to melt the void.

At this moment, Chu Yan's figure suddenly disappeared, as if completely annihilated.

That martial uncle's heart, inexplicably feel a little relaxed.

"Even if this can't die, but with Chu Yan's strength, it can't last long.

He's going to get worse and worse.

No matter how vigorous the Qi and blood are, they will run dry one day.

With the increasing number of injuries, it's only half an hour to do more

Well... "

The old martial uncle hesitated for a moment, and then gave a new time in his heart: "half an hour, no, one hour. After one hour, Zhao Wuji with mixed yuan Wuji constitution will become a person of our ancient country."

Soon, half an hour passed.

The explosion continued.

Chu Yan's body is constantly fighting in the flames.

There's an army of demons rushing out and being destroyed.

He is like an island in the sea, which will be submerged by huge waves at any time.

However, half an hour later, Chu Yan was still resisting.

Then an hour passed.

Although Chu Yan's momentum has been weakening, the outflow of blood is also increasing. At this time, the sea has almost become a sea of blood, and the sea is black as ink.

But a few people, such as tianyazong, Taiqing emperor and so on, who have reached the true fairyland, have already become tense in their hearts.

Because they can feel that Chu Yan's injury aggravating trend is slowing down.

It's very unreasonable.

In general, it's like a person being tied up and whipped.

As the number of strokes increases, this person's injury will be more and more serious, and the aggravating speed will be faster and faster, and finally die.

But now, Chu Yan completely violated this common sense.

The feeling he gives people is not only the continuous flow of blood and aura, but also the slow recovery of his injury.

"This..."

Two hours later, looking at Chu Yan, who was still energetic and killed in a vast net, the old martial uncle's face became tangled.

Is that feeling in my heart really going to become true?

But, how is that possible.

The emperor of Taiqing also seems to feel the crisis at the moment.

He gave a loud roar.

In a flash, the palace of gods and demons, which had been darkened, was burning.

Countless gods and Demons condensed their virtual shadows, roared loudly and struggled desperately.

But their bodies, like candles, melted.

At the same time, a vast stream of essence, Qi and spirit, countless Taoist ideas and supernatural powers were all injected into the emperor of Taiqing.

The veins of his body seemed to be ignited by boiling oil.

Even a hair, a pore, erupts hundreds of thousands, millions of volcanic eruptions have the power of terror.

"The celestial phenomena of Daluo, the silent dragon coffin!"

With a roar, the emperor of Taiqing was shocked.

Behind him, there was an amazing wave.

As if at this time, he opened a door with all his strength.

A bright starry sky appeared behind him.

This starry sky, boundless, let a person see, can't help but have a kind of oneself also float among them, empty, all kinds of cold, lonely feeling, immediately diffuse heart.

After a while, a huge coffin in Kowloon came slowly in the vast starry sky.

All around is the star domain, the nebula, but this coffin still appears incomparably huge.

Dotted with starlight, there is a kind of divine power that all the gods have to kneel down.

A few friars from ancient countries were present, and they felt that their chest was stuffy.

Look at each other, from each other's eyes, see the look of horror.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuji still has the strength to break through the barrier of heaven!

Now it seems that this is his best shot.

The friars of the ancient country are still like this. The friars of the upper country feel hundreds of times more pressure at this time.

Poop, poop, poop!

A blood arrow shot from the throat of many monks.

The royal family of the upper Kingdom, even a considerable number of people screamed and fell from the sky like flies.

Tianya sect's huzong formation, a crash, completely broken.

Scattered islands, repeatedly exploded, gravel mixed with sea water, turned into pillars, straight into the sky.

Tianya sect leader's eyes were red, his chest was undulating violently, and his aura was surging wildly. He almost tried his best to suppress this extremely uncomfortable feeling.

A dull hum came from the depth of the void.

Several supreme elders of Tianya sect had tried their best to maintain the great battle of protecting the sect. Now they suffered a lot. One by one, not only the foundation of Taoism was damaged, but also the life of Shouyuan, which was not much, was shortened sharply.

The master of Tianya sect looked up into the sky and looked at the emperor of Taiqing through the Dragon coffin in the starry sky.

At this time, he earned the blood of the eyes, the outbreak of a look of resentment.

"This guy, in order to kill Chu Yan, plans to destroy tianyazong and baoxiangshangguo!

Even I, the patriarch, will be removed at the same time! "

"Chu Yan, I don't want to waste any more time!" The roar of the emperor of Taiqing resounds through the eight wasteland and Six Harmonies at this moment.

The strength of the sound, as if thousands of bells, will be a piece of void like a crisp cake like shock to pieces.

The Dragon coffin was pressed close, and the thunder and fire became more powerful, as if it had been completely ignited. The void was burned through, and the endless wind blew violently.

At this time, even if it is the peak of the purple mansion, I am afraid it will be torn apart in an instant, and the spirits will be destroyed, and the end will be miserable to the extreme.

But in this dazzling light of thunder and fire, Chu Yan's long lost voice suddenly rang: "kill me? Do you still have that strength? "