The uncle of the ancient country, although I really hope that this is the final outcome.

Moreover, no matter how you look at the situation at this time, Emperor Taiqing is already invincible.

Although there were some twists and turns before, but now, Hun Yuan Wuji's self-plastic physique has surpassed the imagination of all the monks in Shang Kingdom.

Is this ability and strength worth killing a cultivator in the Purple Mansion Realm?

But it can't be said why, at this moment, the uncle master just can't say this judgment decisively.

Deep in his heart, there seemed to be a trace of hesitation.

Although he didn't want to have this hesitation.

"What's going on.

Could it be that--"Uncle Shi was so entangled in his heart that his brows were wrinkled at this moment.

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

"Could it be that this is the magical obstacle that Chu Yan left in my heart?"

In the muttering to himself, with a click, tens of thousands of thunderbolts fell like a sharp sword.

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

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

Uncle Master felt a little relaxed inexplicably.

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

His injuries will get worse.

No matter how vigorous the blood is, there will be a day of dryness.

As injuries continue to increase, it will be less than half an hour to do more... well..." Gu Guo Shishu hesitated, and then gave a new time in his heart: "Half an hour, no, one hour, one hour later, Zao Wou-ki, who has a Hunyuan Wuji physique, will become a person from my ancient country. "

Soon, half an hour passed.

The fierce explosion continues.

Chu Yan's figure continued to fight in the flames.

An army of demons constantly rushed out and then was wiped out.

He is like an isolated island in the sea, always being submerged by huge waves.

However, half an hour passed, Chu Yan still resisted.

Then, an hour passed.

Although Chu Yan's momentum has been weakening, and the blood flowing out is also increasing. At this time, the sea has almost turned into a sea of ​​blood, and the sea is thick and black like ink.

However, a few people, including Sect Master Tianya and Emperor Taiqing, who have reached the real fairyland, have gradually tightened their hearts.

Because they could feel that Chu Yan's increasing injury trend was actually slowing down.

This is very unreasonable.

In general, it's like a person being **** and constantly being whipped.

As the number of beatings increases, this person's injuries will get heavier, and the speed will increase faster and faster, and finally die.

But now, Chu Yan completely violated this common sense.

The feeling he gave people was not just a steady flow of blood and aura, his injury even gave people a kind of slow recovery.

"This..." Two hours later, looking at Chu Yan who was still full of energy and slashed in a net of heaven and earth, the face of the uncle of the ancient country became tangled.

Is the hunch in my heart really going to become real?

But how is this possible.

Emperor Taiqing also seemed to feel the slightest crisis at this moment.

He yelled sharply.

In an instant, the palace of the gods and demons, which had been dimmed, was burning.

The phantoms of countless gods and demons were condensed, roaring loudly and struggling desperately.

But their bodies melted like candles.

At the same time, a wave of magnificent essence, energy, and spirit, countless Taoism, and supernatural powers were all injected into the Taiqing Emperor.

The veins on his body seemed to be ignited suddenly.

Even a hair and a pore burst out with the terrifying power of hundreds of thousands or millions of volcanoes.

"Luo Tianxiang, Silent Dragon Coffin!"

With a loud roar, the emperor of Taiqing shook his body.

Behind him, there was an amazing wave of air.

As if at this time, he used all his power to open a door.

A bright starry sky appeared behind him.

This starry sky, boundless and boundless, makes one look at it, and one can't help but floating in it, empty, all kinds of cold, lonely feelings, immediately filled the heart.

After a while, a huge coffin entwined by Nine Dragons floated slowly in this vast starry sky.

There are star fields and nebulae all around, and the coffin still looks extremely huge.

Under the starlight, there is a kind of divine might that all the gods and spirits will kneel down.

Several ancient monks present felt tight in their chests.

Looking at each other, they all saw a look of horror in each other's eyes.

Unexpectedly, Zao Wou-ki still has the strength to break through the barriers of the heavens! It now appears that this is a blow he has done his best.

This is true for the monks of the ancient country. The monks who go to the country feel the pressure at this time, which is hundreds or thousands of times.

Puff puff puff! A mouthful of blood arrows sprayed from the throats of many monks.

The royal family of Shangguo even screamed, like a fly, fell from mid-air.

The Tianya Sect's guardian formation blasted to pieces with a crash.

The star-studded islands exploded repeatedly, and the gravel mixed with seawater turned into pillars and went straight into the sky.

Sect Master Tianya's eyes reddened, his chest was violently ups and downs, and his whole body aura surged wildly, and he almost tried his best to suppress this extremely uncomfortable feeling.

A muffled hum was heard from the depths of the void at this time.

The several elders of the Tianya Sect had already done their best to maintain the protectorate formation. At this moment, they suffered heavy losses. Not only was the Daoji damaged, but the lifespan of the original few was shortened drastically.

Sect Master Tianya raised his head and looked into the sky, looking through the starry sky dragon coffin and looking towards Emperor Taiqing.

At this moment, a look of resentment broke out in his bloodshot eyes.

"This guy, in order to kill Chu Yan, actually intends to destroy Tianya Sect and Baoxiang Shangguo! Even my Sect Master will also be removed!"

"Chu Yan, I don't want to waste any more time!"

The roar of the emperor of Taiqing resounded through the Eight Desolations at this moment.

The power of the sound, as if ten thousand bells were ringing in unison, shattered pieces of the void like shortbread.

The dragon coffin was pressed closer, and the thunder fire became more vigorous, as if it was completely ignited, the void was burned through, and the endless wind blew violently.

At this time, even a peak of the Purple Mansion Realm, I am afraid it will be shaved and separated in an instant, and the soul will be destroyed, and the end will be miserable.

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? "