The crow's head is as big as a mountain, and its whole body is burning with black flames.
As soon as it appeared, the entire sky was quickly ignited with flames.
The billowing demonic energy continues to spread and spread.
An extremely powerful aura pressed from the crow's back.
No one thought that when the leader of the Tianya Sect fled far away, Zhao Wuji fell, and everything seemed to have settled, something would happen again.
But only the three monks from the ancient country seemed to have expected it and seemed relatively calm at this time.
Just when everyone was in shock, a voice sounded from behind the crow.
"The qualifications for this glorious city belong to me!"
As soon as the words came out, there were gasps of cold air from all directions.
"Prince Lingyao!"
"It's actually Prince Ling Yao!"
"He's back!"
"Last time he failed to snatch it and was defeated by Emperor Taiqing, but he didn't die!"
"It's over, who can stop him here now!"
"Is the tragedy of the Demon Rebellion about to happen again?"
In an instant, fear spread like a plague.
At this moment, many monks were so frightened that they subconsciously wanted to run away.
Prince Lingyao was becoming more and more proud at this time.
The enemy was killed and the roadblocks were gone. All that was left was a mere Zifu realm.
"Who can stop me! Hahahahahahaha!"
He laughed wildly, stood on the back of the black crow, with a sharp light in his eyes, stretched out his hand to grab the golden tiger charm.
In the eyes of Prince Ling Yao, there was no Chu Yan at all.
"You really dare to come." At this moment, a faint voice came into the ears of Prince Ling Yao.
"Huh?" Prince Ling Yao frowned, looked at Chu Yan flying in the distance, suddenly raised his hand and shot, "Why do you fight with me now!"
"Just rely on me, the way of life!" Chu Yan shouted loudly, his body shook, and suddenly the sky collapsed.
The path of life once again connected him with the emperor of Baoxiang Shangguo.
However, what was different from the last time was that this time, Chu Yan directly pulled out the fuel from the bottom of the cauldron, and with a bang, drained away the life source of the emperor.
The emperor of Baoxiang Shangguo was already dying. At this moment, he could not even utter a groan, and he was completely dead.
And Chu Yan also took advantage of this to once again increase his strength to the previous True Immortal Realm.
Behind him, the precious light bloomed like a peacock's tail.
A kind of sharpness, in an instant, it chopped all the demonic fires in all directions.
"Jingyue, extremely angry sword intent!"
Chu Yan raised his hand and swept violently.
Wow!
In an instant, the sword light created huge waves.
The sky was filled with demonic fire, everything was overturned and completely swept away.
The crow's head was immediately cut off, as if it were a huge black meteorite falling from the sky.
Rolling blood sprayed out as if it were free of charge, like a heavy downpour.
Prince Lingyao's expression immediately changed.
Previously, with the help of the demon clan's magic weapon, he spied on the battle between Chu Yan and Zhao Wuji.
It was precisely because of this that he was sure that Chu Yan was no match for him, so he dared to snatch the Tiger Talisman.
But what I didn't expect was that Chu Yan actually had a trick up his sleeve.
And it was obvious that the hand left behind was just to deal with him.
Seeing that Chu Yan's aura was like the blazing sun in the sky, rising continuously, and the sword light sweeping across all directions, Prince Ling Yao did not hesitate anymore, turned around and flew towards the void passage from whence he came.
He was not even a match for Zhao Wuji, let alone Chu Yan, who killed Zhao Wuji.
Prince Ling Yao still has this self-awareness today.
"Want to leave?"
At this moment, Chu Yan's voice sounded in Prince Ling Yao's ears again.
This time, the sound was so close, as if he was right next to him. It scared the hair on Prince Lingyao's body.
The next moment, the sword light suddenly fell.
It was like the mighty moonlight, instantly overturning mountains and rivers.
Everything is dissolved in this clean brilliance.
Prince Ling Yao screamed in agony, and his figure was like torn ashes, twisting, deforming, and disappearing in the sword light.
A hundred days ago, Prince Ling Yao, who was on par with Zhao Wuji, could not even block Chu Yan's sword at this moment, and his soul was instantly destroyed.
Seeing this scene with their own eyes, all the monks were shocked to realize that in this short period of time, Chu Yan was much more powerful than when he killed Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji's decomposed Hunyuan Wuji Body was like rich nutrients, allowing Chu Yan to gain sufficient strength in this limited time.
Deep in the void, the faces of the three monks from the ancient country differed from each other.
There was a faint smile on the corner of the senior sister's mouth.
The sweet junior sister's eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly open, looking extremely surprised.
The uncle's face was gloomy, with a hint of unwillingness in his eyes, but at the same time he was helpless.
Obviously, in his mind, Zhao Wuji is still the best candidate.
But the strength shown by Chu Yan is understandable.
If Chu Yan only relied on planning and layout a few hours ago to defeat Zhao Wuji, the advantage was not so obvious.
So at this moment, Chu Yan, even if Zhao Wuji shed his blood and was reborn, might not be able to withstand his sword.
Even the ancient master uncle who did not recognize Chu Yan had to admit that what really scared people about Chu Yan was not only the strength he showed, but also his immeasurable potential.
Looking at the uncle who pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, the senior sister pondered for a moment and took the initiative to say: "Uncle, Zhao Wuji has fallen, and the certificate of the City of Glory has fallen into the hands of Chu Yan. Do we want to go?"
Tell him the next arrangements."
Uncle Master narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly: "It's up to you to do this."
"Okay." Senior sister nodded, turned around and raised her hand towards the void in front of her.
The void suddenly swayed like water waves, causing ripples to appear. As she took steps, they separated and then quickly closed again.
At this time, the junior sister, who had just closed her mouth, heard her uncle whisper softly from behind: "There is nothing to be proud of in defeating Zhao Wuji with just a moment of bravery. In the City of Glory, there are countless geniuses and geniuses.
, you really have to stand out from there to be worthy of admiration.
But I see you Chu Yan is like this now, you are so arrogant and arrogant after a small achievement, I am afraid you will not be able to move even an inch in the City of Glory!"
After the words fell, the uncle didn't even say hello. He waved his sleeves fiercely, turned around, broke through the void, and left this place.
The junior sister blinked her eyes, looked at the direction her uncle was leaving, and then looked at Chu Yan who was holding the Certificate of Glory City, with a playful look in her eyes: "Chu Yan, Chu Yan, you haven't arrived in the ancient country yet.
, just to make my uncle dissatisfied, you will be in trouble next time."