Chapter 2244 (2/2)

Chu Yan can answer it now without hesitation.

Nine steps!

Now, the emperor of Taiqing has made Chuyan step seven!

What's more, not only the emperor of Taiqing himself, but also all the friars who watched the battle from beginning to end have not found out that it was the emperor of Taiqing and their group that pushed Chu Yan to the seventh step.

As for Chu Yan himself, he just guaranteed that he would not be killed by the emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

”Blood sacrifice Dafa!”

Now that we have reached this point, Chu Yan has nothing to keep.

He roared wildly, his blood was boiling and burning, his body was in a dazzling fire, his body size soared ten thousand times, and instantly became a giant pointing to the sky and the earth!

Even the towering mountains were very small in front of him.

Chu Yan's arms spread out, which immediately gave people the feeling of picking up the stars and taking the moon.

The killing spear immediately came out of the palm.

At this time, the killing magic gun gives people the feeling that the earth can be cut off with a stroke.

Countless demons and spirits gathered on it. With Chu Yan's sharp stab, they turned into a torrent and attacked in all directions.

In an instant, Chu Yan stabbed millions of times.

The shadow of the gun poured down to its heart's content.

All kinds of storms and thunders around him were suddenly hit and exploded, scattered and spewed everywhere.

But the hand of emperor Taiqing pressed down, and suddenly a large black flame rolling void enveloped Chu Yan again.

At this time, Chu Yan seems to have fallen into a swamp and whirlpool.

Although he struggled hard, all kinds of killing tactics against him were increasing.

He killed 1000 enemies, but soon they increased by 10000.

Not only can't kill all, but also more and more!

The thick and long thunder light came down from the sky, like a whip and a sharp sword, beating and chopping on Chu Yan.

In the sound of zilala, it can easily explode the lightning of a steel plane. Even Chu Yan's strong body was also wounded at this time.

The blood poured out like a waterfall.

The frost gushed, making the flood condense into huge pieces of ice.

Every piece of ice, as big as an island, turned into a Tomahawk, a sword, a spear and halberd, fell from the sky and cut it hard on Chu Yan.

On Chu Yan's body, suddenly blood and ice water burst out thick smoke.

Chu Yan's figure was constantly engulfed by the explosion, and then rushed out.

He was bleeding all over.

Rolling blood, pouring down from the air, like a downpour.

Blood along the feet, hundreds of thousands of miles around the sea, are dyed red.

The frozen sea water mixed with cold ice, poured by Chu Yan's hot blood, immediately turned up like boiling.

This scene in people's eyes, inexplicably more than a tragic taste.

It's as if Chu Yan is fighting against fate.

But it's a dead end.

The emperor of Taiqing's Hunyuan Wuji constitution is too strong and has crushed everything.

A kind of emotion called despair, as if it were a dark cloud, quickly gathered together.

”This time it should be...” the martial uncle of the ancient country was about to say this, but he suddenly closed his mouth.

Because he doesn't remember how many times today he made such a judgment.

And before, every time, without exception, he was beaten in the face.