Chapter 1699 (2/2)

Coming out of the Chu speech, there was a surge of Imperial Majesty around him.

Step out, as if the sky overhead, foot mountains and rivers.

At this moment, his momentum, such as crazy burning flame, climbed to the extreme.

Compared with the ghost of Zhuxian Dasheng, although there is still a lot of difference, it has aroused the crazy fighting spirit of Zhuxian Dasheng at this time.

Not long ago, Chu Yan was just a little person, a mole ant, in the eyes of the ghost of Zhuxian Dasheng. He could easily kill it by hooking his fingers.

But at this time, although the little man is still very small, it has made him feel threatened.

What's more, this little man has become stronger with the speed visible to the naked eye in such a short battle.

Sharpen yourself with your own sword, and strengthen your blood with the evil spirits around you.

Every moment in the battle is stronger than the previous moment, and it also gives people a feeling that there is no end to it!

Zhu Xian Da Sheng has killed many opponents in his long years.

No matter what kind of enemy he faces, he will sweep directly.

But today, it is rare, two consecutive failures.

And the opponent, is only one! Only! Mole! Ants!

Boom!

In a flash, the great sage of immortals was killed.

He also felt the strong hatred for the sword in his hand.

As the ghost came forward step by step, there was an earth shaking sound from the body of Zhuxian sword. It seemed that it was an ancient god who wanted to split the heaven and earth with a huge axe.

”Come on, let me beat you to a new level Chu Yan looked at each other without any fear.

His fighting spirit was completely ignited at this time.

In a flash, Chu Yan's wounds all healed.

Blood gushing in the body, like a river rushing, at this moment, you can even hear the rumble, a breath, as if you can condense into a river.

”Take advantage of... Just... Absorb... Evil spirit... Blood... A drum... Make Qi... Kill him...”

After the gate of hell, the voice of that man came to remind Chu Yan.

Chu Yan nodded.

He also knows that his state at the moment is just a catharsis after absorbing thousands of evil spirit's blood and strength's soaring.

At the moment, I need to take advantage of this momentum to kill the ghost of the immortal sage.

Once the time drags on too long and the catharsis is completed, it's very difficult to kill the immortal sage with one's own strength.

It can be done with the help of the one behind the gate of hell.

But in that way, Chu Yan honed his own purpose, and could not achieve it.

What Chu Yan wants is to rely on his own strength to kill the ghost of the immortal sage, so that his will and state of mind can be tempered to the greatest extent, and his mind can be firm as a rock and not afraid of demons.

Chu Yan burst to drink.

This time, he took the initiative.

Layers of fine awns burst out of his eyes, intersecting, rubbing and shaking with each other.

At this moment, his shoulders seemed to be able to carry mountains, and his eyes were like the deep sea.

Every move, the world is infinitely wide, constantly derived.

”Ten thousand li idle court!”

A tear in front of the sword rain, Chu Yan step out, body shape like a meteor chasing the moon, burning the sky, immediately, to kill the immortal in front of the sage, a palm shot.

”Taiyi lihuodao!”

A destructive storm, condensed into a blade of light, the flame flew up into the sky, burned everything, and cut it off towards the immortal.