Emperor Yutianwu

Eight Dharmakaya fusion, plus the real blood of heaven.

Chu Yan's Qi can be said to have reached an extreme, and he was really at full fire.

His whole body was covered with a faint halo, as if a real god was coming to the world.

Feeling the changes in Chu Yan's Qi, Qiu Kun and others below trembled slightly in their hearts.

Very strong!

Chu Yan at this moment can be said to be very strong.

Seventeen million Dao sources.

It can even be said that in the millions of years since the creation of the world, there are actually not many people who are stronger than Chu Yan. Above Chu Yan, almost all of them are people who stand at the commanding heights in this world.

However...

When everyone looked at An Zun again, they still couldn't help but sigh and shook their heads.

It's too difficult!

Even if Chu Yan broke the limit continuously and reached 17 million, he still looked very small in front of An Zun.

The people in the Immortal Realm also clenched their fists at this moment, and were not worried about Chu Yan's strength, because they all knew that the gap between the two could not be made up by these two million Dao sources.

Dark Lord looked at Chu Yan and smiled slowly: "In this case, you can still increase the Dao Source by 2 million. It's interesting. But Chu Yan, do you think it's useful?"

Chu Yan gradually calmed down and looked up at Dark Lord. He did not relax because of this improvement, but his expression became more serious.

At this moment, Chu Yan truly felt that he was powerful.

Stronger than ever before.

The filling of 2 million power made his Dao world extremely full, without any empty space.

17 million Dao Sources, as if the whole body was bursting with power.

But it was precisely because of this that Chu Yan was more worried.

If he was like this, how strong would Dark Lord's 20 million Dao Source be?

Chu Yan couldn't imagine it.

But everything had come to this point, he had no way to avoid it, and there was no way out. Behind him were all the people in the fairyland, all the people in the fairyland. He took a step back and his faith collapsed.

"Whether it is useful or not, you have to try it to know." Chu Yan held the sword in both hands, and the breeze blew past, rolling up his white robe, which gave people a sense of solemnity.

Dark Lord smiled casually: "Then it's up to you!"

"Kill!"

The world changed instantly.

Chu Yan held the sword in both hands, his aura burst out, and he rushed towards Dark Lord frantically.

However, Dark Lord was always relaxed, with one hand behind his back, and a magic knife appeared in the other hand.

Facing Chu Yan's attack, Dark Lord gently waved the magic knife, and the space suddenly twisted and cracked. With a click, Chu Yan's figure was blasted out.

"Too weak."

Dark Lord said lightly.

The world was shocked.

Is he really weak?

At this moment in the evil cave, Chu Yan can be regarded as the strongest level, not counting the morality of the Emperor and the Star God?

Qiu Kun and Yang Shen were touched. If they joined forces before, they felt that they could fight Chu Yan, but now, when they looked at Chu Yan, they knew very well that even if they joined forces now, they would definitely not last more than a hundred moves in Chu Yan's hands.

But it was this Chu Yan, the Chu Yan who shook the world, who was called weak in the mouth of Dark Lord.

In the back, everyone in the fairyland clenched their fists.

Suddenly, Jun Shou shouted: "Boy, I'm here to help you!"

In an instant, the Jun clan's morality was released, and Jun Shou was surrounded by circles of ancient golden characters in front of him, and he rushed into the battlefield.

"Bang!" However, Jun Shou retreated as fast as he rushed out. In the distance, An Zun raised his hand and pointed, and with a bang, Jun Shou's defense was completely defeated.

"Ants should have the awareness of ants. You are not qualified to participate here." An Zun sneered.

"Don't come over!" Chu Yan shouted in a low voice, and then he stared at An Zun and rushed out again.

"Bang!"

However, not long after rushing out, Chu Yan flew backwards again with blood, and a shocking bloody wound was cut on his chest by the magic knife, and the eerie bones were exposed.

"Is that all?" An Zun smiled contemptuously. During the whole process, An Zun was like an adult beating a child.

He was playing with and teasing Chu Yan.

Chu Yan's face turned pale. He thought he could cross the gap of three million.

But now he realized that he seemed a little naive.

Dark Lord, so powerful and terrifying.

But at this moment, Chu Yan still insisted.

On the opposite side, Dark Lord was domineering and arrogant, and his demonic power was overwhelming. He pressed forward step by step: "Chu Yan, become the emperor. Only by becoming the new Dao Emperor can you survive today."

"Go to the new Dao Emperor!" Chu Yan shouted again, holding the sword and killing: "I have said long ago that if I sacrifice the fairyland as the foundation, I will not be the emperor in this life!"

"Bang!" Dark Lord punched again, and with a bang, the evil sword was directly knocked out and hit Chu Yan's shoulder. The sound of broken bones filled the world.

But this time Chu Yan did not fly backwards, but endured the severe pain, spun in the void, threw away the evil sword, held the sword of time with both hands, summoned the stars, and chopped at Dark Lord's head again.

This sword was very fast and tricky.

Everyone held their breath.

However...

"It's useless." An Zun shook his head, and then he grabbed the Sword of Space and Time with his bare hands. The extremely sharp sword was like a toy sword in his hand, and he just held it like that. Then he punched again.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Chu Yan was blasted out like a cannonball, and crashed into the Star God Temple with a bang, and the entire Star God Temple was smashed to pieces.

"Puff!" Chu Yan fell to the ground and vomited blood continuously.

"Senior Brother!"

"Junior Brother!" The people in the Immortal Realm couldn't help but shout.

"Give up." The king whispered at this time: "Boy, give up. We ourselves are pitiable existences in this world. If we die in your hands and become your way, we are worth it!"

Chu Yan ignored everyone and climbed up, but his eyes still showed a trace of determination.

Break out again.

Without a sword, he used his fists.

The body was broken again and again, and then repaired again and again.

Chu Yan never took a step back.

Anzun always stood there, domineering and unparalleled: "Give up, you can't win, become the emperor, becoming the new Dao Emperor is your only chance in the future."

"I said! I will not be an emperor in this life!"

An Zun shook his head: "Chu Yan, you are too naive. If you don't become the emperor, how can you participate in the last battle? If you don't become the emperor, how can you protect it?"

At this time, the emperor who was playing chess in the sky also said calmly: "Chu Yan, we were actually heroes of the human race just like you. But now, we understand better that if we want to make the human race good, we must Sacrifice something, only in this way can human dignity become stronger.”

Chu Yan listened to the emperor's words, and he naturally understood what the emperor meant.

Only when a new Tao Emperor appears can all Tao in this world be perfected.

Only in this way can this world be freed from the control of the Realm Emperor, and all the ways can operate independently.

In fact, Chu Yan also understood that the emperor might be right. Sometimes some necessary sacrifices were needed, but he didn't want to think that the fairyland was a whole, and no one could lose this whole.

Chu Yan got up again and looked up at An Zun. Suddenly he smiled with relief: "Maybe what you said is right, but... anyone who touches my fairyland will die!"

Chu Yan took a deep breath, then turned around and looked at everyone in the Immortal Realm, memorizing everyone's faces.

"Boy, what are you going to do?" The king felt Chu Yan's intention and frowned. He is too familiar with Chu Yan.

Chu Yan ignored the king, withdrew his gaze and looked at An Zun.

He couldn't cross the gap of three hundred.

This gap is too big.

But in today's battle, he cannot and cannot afford to lose.

Then...there is no crossing over!