After a long time, the catastrophe dissipated, and Zhu Yan was seriously injured. After half a day of recuperation, he returned to his peak, the Qiankun state. His body was like heaven and earth, and he contained the universe.

At this level, it is extremely powerful. The power of Qi and blood increases, and the cultivation level advances by leaps and bounds, like a fish jumping over a dragon gate.

Zhu Yan felt that he had never been so powerful, and this surging feeling gave him a sudden desire to fight.

"If you lose now, will you have nothing to say?" Wang Xiaojue asked.

"That's what is considered fair at this time. Boy, be careful." Zhu Yan looked like I was doing it for you.

"It's swollen, Zhu Yan."

"Stop talking nonsense and let's fight."

Zhu Yan held the divine iron in his hand and pointed it at Wang Xiaojue. Wang Xiaojue laughed wildly, and his breath surged out like an overwhelming force. The strongest runes were surging, and his energy and blood rumbled.

The blood turned crazy, like a hellish Shura, and his fierce murderous intent locked onto Zhu Yan's location.

Did I say something wrong? This guy is a bit scary.

Forget it, let’s talk about it after the fight.

Dharma, heaven and earth.

The body of Baizhang suddenly moved the divine iron. Suddenly, Zhu Yan's crimson talisman light shone, approaching like a crimson mountain, and the divine iron roared and hit Wang Xiaojue.

"I have a gun to drive away aliens, kill living things, and shock the gods."

As soon as the words were spoken, the gunfire shot to the sky.
Chapter completed!