The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Time and Space Battlefield!

Time is different from the outside world. After playing for a while, Meow was extremely boring and was sent back to Yin Sector by Yan Chuan.

Hongjun closed his eyes and sat on the floating platform, carefully manipulating the battlefield within three thousand bubbles.

Yan Chuan, but also closed his eyes, feeling it with his heart.

Three thousand battlefields, there are two thousand internal ancestors who are comprehend with their eyes closed, but another thousand internal, but there is no end to fighting.

Yan Chuan feels, no, to be precise, it is in the record.

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Xianyang, Tiange.

Yan Chuan is in retreat.

Yan Chuan's thoughts are different from those of the body, but the two can establish an independent connection. As long as the body allows, they can share what they see each other.

There is darkness in the sky pavilion.

Yan Chuan all around, but there are three thousand bubbles floating.

In the bubble, ancestors and immortals are fighting each other.

It's completely a replica of the space-time battlefield.

But, gradually, in Yan Chuan's eyes, the contents of the bubble changed.

Whether it is the scenery in the bubble or the ancestors inside, under the silver pupil, everything becomes tiny to extremely small particles.

The arrangement of small particles is constantly changing. An ancestor uses spell, and the arrangement of his own small particles is constantly changing. One set of arrangements has changed thousands of times, as if a new spell is formed through this changing arrangement.

If ordinary people have long been dazzled, Yan Chuan has recorded all of them and deduced the mystery of the arrangement change.

Three thousand bubbles, Yan Chuan is in the process of deduction.

More importantly, because of time asymmetry, these small particles change very quickly, but even so, Yan Chuan is able to do well.

Time and space battlefield, this sitting is a hundred years old.

Hundred years of fighting, the inner ancestors have all been greatly improved.

Especially the great generals of Great Zhen, Bai Qi, Wang Jian, Meng Tian, ​​and Meng Yi. The four have the foundation of the first life, and they have made rapid progress under constant tempering and killing. It didn’t take long. , The ancestors of the four-player battle changed from one-to-one to one-to-ten, and even Bai Qi's one-to-thirty.

The biggest battlefield is Wu Zhao.

Hundred years of fighting, Wu Zhao's strength has reached its extreme, even breaking through once during this period. In Yan Chuan's eyes, it reached the 12th layer of the ancestor.

"teacher, it's okay, I want to fight everyone!" Wu Zhao defeated a group of ancestors and queens, said seriously.

"Huh!"

Hongjun opened his eyes.

Within three thousand bubbles, the battle stopped abruptly.

Everyone is slightly paused.

Standing in their respective bubble world, look around curiously.

Hongjun waved his sleeve slightly.

"weng!"

All the bubbles trembled suddenly.

Then move closer to the center.

"Boom!" "Boom!"………………

A series of sounds came, and all the bubbles merged into one, turning into a huge bubble.

For a time, nearly four thousand ancestors met for the first time. The scene is extremely spectacular.

All the ancestors, surrounded Wu Zhao, with a blank look in their eyes. I don't know what exactly is going to be done in Time and Space Arena.

"Are you going to help Wu Zhao break through?" Yan Chuan looked at Hongjun solemnly.

Hongjun nodded, said solemnly: "The last battle, life and death is up to you!"

"bang!"

The loud noise rang through everyone's ears .

The last battle? Life and death? In other words, the space-time arena no longer cares about their life and death? Many people are complexion changed, but more people look arrogant.

In the past hundred years, everyone's strength has been improved, and a wave of arrogance has long been formed.

Wu Zhao looked at the four thousand ancestors surrounding him, with a gloomy expression: "Everyone, starting now, it is the last battle between me and you. If you don't spare no effort, you will die!"

"What?"

"Joke!"

"Who do you think you are?"

There was an uproar among the crowd. Although I know that Wu Zhao is great, but this is too arrogant.

One person, against four thousand people?

Yan Chuan was beckoned, and Great Zhen all the officials were recruited.

The courtier of Great Zhou Heavenly Court gave a slight salute to Wu Zhao, his figure disappeared, and he withdrew from the battlefield of time and space.

"Those who are afraid, you can go away now, otherwise, there will be no chance next!" Wu Zhao said coldly.

For nearly four thousand ancestors, many people frowned.

Next, someone quickly retreated.

Time and Space Arena is convenient, as long as you want to quit, you can easily quit.

In a blink of an eye, nearly a thousand ancestors walked, but three thousand ancestors did not leave.

Some people want to fight Wu Zhao, but most people want to see this final battle.

"Feng!" Hongjun a light shout.

"bang!"

The whole bubble suddenly rose by one point again.

"Not good, I can't get out!" An ancestor complexion changed.

"What?" All the ancestors exclaimed.

Hongjun blocked the entrance and exit of the time and space arena, and there are three thousand ancestors left.

"Spare no effort, otherwise, it is death!" Wu Zhao's eyes were cold, and the Yin-Yang Symbol in his hand slammed.

"bang!"

In the Yin-Yang Symbol, two sword qi suddenly rushed out, one white and one black, shooting straight away at the ancestors.

"Er dare!"

"courting death!"

A lot of ancestors shouted, but Wu Zhao really dared to fight three thousand ancestors alone.

"bang!"

Under the pressure, three thousand ancestors made a sudden shot.

"Dead!" Wu Zhao's figure shook, and his other hand suddenly protruded.

A golden dragon claw went straight to the three ancestors.

"bang!"

The ancestors exploded.

The flesh and blood bloomed instantly, and all the ancestors were complexion changed.

"I said, if you don't spare no effort, it's death!" Wu Zhao coldly said.

"bang!"

Behind Wu Zhao, a golden avenue rushed out. On the avenue, a dragon and a phoenix hovered, and a fierce force poured into Wu. In Zhao's body, Wu Zhao burst into a surging air.

"bang!"

The huge power blasted out, and the face of Sanqianzuxian changed wildly.

"roar!"

Three thousand ancestors took out their magic weapons and cut them towards Wu Zhao.

Three thousand sword Gang, Dao Gang, Bao Gang rushed out, Wu Zhao was in the void, instantly crushed to pieces, void black hole. Wu Zhao bears the brunt.

"Tai Chi Transformation!" Wu Zhao held Yin-Yang Symbol.

"weng!"

A huge Tai Chi Yin-Yang Fish spins countless powers quickly, turning most of the power back.

"Ah!"

"Kill, either she will die, or we will die, everyone, don’t keep your hands!"

"Kill!"

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Above the battlefield, rays of light are shooting in all directions, and all the ancestors also understand Wu Zhao's determination at this moment, and they all besieged Wu Zhao together.

No matter how strong you are, can you deal with three thousand ancestors?

"bang!" Inside the bubble, there was a fierce culling.

On the floating platform.

Bai Qi, Wang Jian, Meng Tian, ​​Meng Yi, Jin Dayu, and King Gai You all looked solemnly at the battlefield, amidst the collision of large roads, and the fierce battles, even if a crowd of killing gods, they still heart trembled.

The bubble world, the battle has become a black hole.

Countless avenues are blooming with brilliance.

"This Wu Zhao is so fierce!" Bai Qi said solemnly.

"Ancestor's 12th layer, ready to break through!" Yan Chuan explained.

Zu Xian 12th layer?

Before the Heavenspan Cult Lord played against the Nine Great Saint, it was also this cultivation base.

The eyes of everyone are getting more and more serious.

In the battlefield, the heroes fought after each other. The battle was fierce and unusual. Among them, there were five Saints, Wu Tian, ​​Ximen, Tian Jizi, Old Demon and Palace Lord.

Although the five ancestors could not use the power of Power of Heaven and Earth in the battlefield of time and space, their strength was still extremely fierce.

Yan Chuan stared at the battlefield. In Wu Zhao’s Yin-Yang Symbol, hundreds of millions of sword qi broke out again.

Suddenly, they shot at the Palace Lord.

In the rush that Palace Lord welcomes, a white sword qi dashes across his face dangerously and dangerously.

Jue Palace Lord hid, but the hideous mask on his face was cut in half, and suddenly slipped down.

The face of the Palace Lord was instantly exposed to Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan stared suddenly.

"What?" Bai Qi and the others also showed a surprised look.

"Holy King, Palace Lord, she is...!" Jin Dayu exclaimed.

"It's not her! She is not the emperor!" Yan Chuan shook his head surely.

Even so, Yan Chuan's eyes are full of solemnity.

Too much like, too much like the emperor!

The emperor, the daughter of the Sword Demon, had a good relationship with Yan Chuan in the Sealed Realm, but later learned that father was killed by Yan Chuan's ancestor Yan Zizai, so she was a stranger to Yan Chuan.

However, even if they were strangers, Hua Zuntian wanted to help Yan Chuan in his birthday.

At this moment, how come the Palace Lord and the emperor are so similar?

The only difference is that the emperor has a capable short hair, while the Palace Lord has a beautiful long hair.

Too much like it!

Yan Chuan looked at the hands of the Palace Lord, and the Palace Lord also used a knife.

At this moment, I will look at the Blade Technique of Palace Lord again. Suddenly, there is a feeling of deja vu, a bit similar to the Emperor's Blade Technique?

Yan Chuan stared at it with his eyebrows.

"Dead!" Wu Zhao suddenly shook Yin-Yang Symbol.

Suddenly, a large piece of Zuxian was cut to pieces in an instant.

"Not good, work hard at the same time, hurry, otherwise I won't wait for anyone to live!" I don't know who yelled in horror.

"bang!"

Almost at the same time, the remaining ancestors shot at the same time.

A crowd of avenues crashed into Wu Zhao’s avenue.

A group of ancestors slammed their full strength at the same time, and slammed into Wu Zhao.

"bang!"

The endless white light burst out. The thorns are very bright.

Wu Zhao stepped on the Yin-Yang Symbol, carried the imperial seal on his head, manipulated the avenue, and supported a shield to withstand all external pressure.

In an instant, the battle stood in a stalemate.

Wu Zhao's face is getting worse and worse.

All around or more than two thousand ancestors, no one dare to neglect, the more the stalemate, the more frightened the ancestors.

Wu Zhao's strength is too terrifying, so many people, so many people, can't deal with Wu Zhao?

Now Wu Zhao is restrained. If he escapes, who can stop her?

"Never withdraw, Wu Zhao will not die, I will wait for it to die!" The Palace Lord exclaimed with horror.

"roar!"

More than two thousand ancestors used force again, Wu Zhao's arm trembled slightly. One after another crack appeared on the avenue, as if it was going to be unable to hold on.

Even, under this tremendous force, Wu Zhao's seven orifices were forced out of blood.