Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 1402: Ancient sacrifice original, eschatological spirit Immortal World

"Nine colors of Fengyu?"

Zhang Fan raised his head violently, facing the eyes of the Holy Emperor full of wisdom that had been deposited over the years.

At the same time, in the Xuan Huang Qingyun above his head, a glory of nine colors floated, if you want to break the shackles, 〖Zi〗spread your wings and fly high into the sky.

One phoenix has nine colors!

Zhang Fan's heart moved, not at all suppressed, but let the token from the first phoenix fly out, hovering around in the infinite amount of holes, sprinkled with the glory of fire.

"Sure enough it is Phoenix Feather Nine-Color Ling!"

The Holy Emperor nodded and said: "In this way, Chu Feng has already made a choice. Can you tell us to be old, Eastern Sovereign, what did you say to this Supreme?"

When referring to the first phoenix, the tone of the Holy Emperor there's no changed, as if it was just talking about an old friend who had not been seen for many years. There was no awe or pity, and it was extremely indifferent.

Ancient Saint Emperor, this is the pinnacle of being able to stand side by side with Chu Feng, sitting and talking!

"Nothing. His Majesty the Holy Emperor naturally knew that the Supreme Phoenix was not moved by words. She agreed to this Zhang only because she was determined and had nothing to do with any foreign objects."

Zhang Fan smiled faintly and said without concealment: "On that day, this Zhang just said to Chu Feng Zhizun, "That's my enemy. "

"Your enemy?"

The Holy Emperor looked at Zhang Fan with a little surprise, and then his eyes shifted, and he fixed his eyes on the nine-color feathers of the phoenix feather. It seemed that he could pass this ling feather and stare at Chu Feng.

For a long time, he turned around and said with admiration: "Eastern Sovereign little friend, the afterlife is awesome, and indeed has ambition and ambition."

"It was at that time that the elite of our human race came out, and even the immortal way, a world-class hero who led hundreds of thousands of years of human detachment, compared with them, the little friends are not inferior."

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and bowed slightly. Today, even if the Holy Emperor's admiration does not make him mess up, he will not be insulted.

"How many years" We have not seen an outsider, Xiaoyou" Today is not the old man talking to you alone, we are old, this is one."

The Holy Emperor said here, Zhang Fan raised his head. "It can be seen that the other six emperor's faces that were slightly blurred, all brought out a smile, slightly for each song.

"Although the words are happy, they will eventually be happy. I hope that in the future, if the children are free and don’t dislike them, they can come back to the Infinite Holes and sit down with us and talk about it, and they will be happy."

In these words, it's a drop-off. The emperor still maintained a posture of sitting cross-legged, and the shackles of virtue around him did not change. "There is no slight fluctuation". But out of thin air, Zhang Fan felt a kind of silence.

This kind of quietness, just like a living person, with a smile on his face" has been turned into mud and carved wood and has fallen into a deep sleep.

The "seeing" is over. "

Zhang Fan understands in his heart that the meeting with the Taikoo Saint Emperor has come to an end. Although the Holy Emperor was almost talking throughout the whole process, he just listened, but in fact the purpose has been answered.

What kind of characters are Zhang Fan, respectful to the Holy Emperor, just because they have the merits of the human race? You can understand the meaning, and you will know the rest.

Zhang Fan knew it, nodded at the seven emperors, said "The juniors said goodbye", and then took a step back.

This step back is like stepping on the edge of a cliff. The one step is already an abyss. The whole world is going away...,...The innumerable hole of Hāxiang, the bird’s language, quickly retreats away Only the mountainside of the immortal sky is far away, and even the emperor realm is crossed for this step.

"Is this gone?"

Beyond the Infinite Hole, God God Chi, who has not gone far, raised his head, and looks at pierced a rainbow bridge in the sky, thoughtfully.

In his view, time just passed a little from the cracks of his fingers. At this time, the God of Chi, but just left from the boundary monument of Wuliang Cave, at his speed, he never flew out of Rich. Visible time is short.

This point was first noticed when Zhang Fan left the Wuliang Cave and returned to the Seven Emperors Realm.

"Where it is, even the passage of time is affected by it, and it controls the unique power of space and time. Is this the Holy Emperor power?"

Zhang Fan is also secretly horrified. I can’t help thinking that if the ancient holy emperors weren’t because of the Devil God, they would foresee that they would be bitten by the great merits, and they would be trapped by countless holes. What kind of terror would it be once they were born?

"Holy Emperor, what about the Supreme Chu Feng?"

From the ancient Saint Emperor to the supreme first phoenix, Zhang Fan is almost unable to suppress the fascinating leisurely, if the first phoenix is ​​in the crackdown of the first demon emperor, what kind of shocking methods will be revealed?

All these thoughts only existed in Zhang Fan's mind for a moment. Before going to the Spirit Immortal World, facing the temples and the dark day of the demon Venerable Black Lotus, he had to go to a place.

When Lord Chichi saw his back in the rainbow, just a moment, the breath of Zhang Fan disappeared from the Seven Emperors Realm.

"I don’t know, what choice did the old men make?"

Chi God Divine Lord withdrew his gaze, looked at the location of the infinite hole with a complicated look, and sighed: "Demon Venerable~"

At this moment, his look is similar to that of the Phoenix Queen Phoenix, and no matter how similar it is, he can't hide his worries.

"Pan Lao, I will work hard for you this time."

A vast piece of land, with yellow sand and sky, bad winds, a land of desperation, a barren place.

The voice of Zhang Fan came out in a pious chant of the heaven and earth, and it seemed so abrupt.

A witch **** realm, an ancient festival!

The so-called ancient festival is the place where the ancient sacrificial rites of Wu Dao are located. In this place, generations of supreme wizards expert led the wizards, worshipped the world, sacrificed their lives and thoughts in exchange for powerful power, and ensured the continuation of race and tradition.

From the perspective of the witch, this desolate place is a holy place that cannot be profaned.

Today, an outsider Zhang Fan appeared in this holy land!

Under the complicated eyes of countless witch behind him, the conversation between Zhang Fan and Panwang continues.

"Talk about hard work, this is for the survival of the Three Realms, the survival of my people, not your Eastern Sovereign."

I haven’t seen it for a few days. The body of King Pan is more rickety, as if in a short period of time, he is getting older." When it comes to this, he has a straight waist and is full of gas: "I am a witch, after all, it is Human race lineage is just different. "

"Thank you Pan Yi."

Zhang Fan looked upright, glanced at the silent ancient festival, and then looked at the witch who worshiped the faithful ceremony on the ground. Instead, he asked: "Pan Lao, the so-called Wuzun of the five demon gods, refers to Is it? "

At this point, he didn’t want to ask "but he felt the strange sight when the witch people looked at him, after all, he asked. For no reason," Zhang Fan felt the so-called witch respect, like a witch holy artifact, and His intention is inseparably related.

"Wu Zun?" Pan Wang smiled faintly and said: "The so-called Wu Zun is also a witch king, just the most expert under the witch god, the closest to the existence of the witch god."

"Witch God?" Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow. He knew that this was just a concept of Wu Dao, Taikoo Yijiang." No witch has ever achieved such realm.

In the eyes of other cultivation people, the Wujin is just a hypocrisy, and it is an realm that cannot be reached at all. The pinnacle of Wudao" stops at the Wuwang.

"Does it really exist?"

Zhang Fan turned around, the haze gradually fading on the original looks at ancient festival" and the witchcraft holy artifact inserted on the high platform, asked lightly.

If this question is placed on other witches, it will undoubtedly be disrespectful of their voodoo, and it is unclear if they will immediately turn over and fight. It is different for Pan Wang. He is expert standing at the peak of Wu Dao. To a certain extent, he has reached a certain height and can calmly view these things.

"Maybe!"

Pan Wang seems to smile bitterly, and if there is any hardship, in the end, there is only such an ambiguous sentence: "Who knows?"

The fog is getting thicker. The ancient festival seems to be alive. The calm and long-lasting voodoo artifact gradually glows like a beacon, leading countless witch worship and attracting the gathering of fog.

"It's time.

Pan Wang looked complicated.

"It's time."

Zhang Fan took a deep breath. The same thing had other meanings when he said it. The strong fighting intention, if it was substantial, rose up in his body.

"Demon Lord, the temples!"

"I'm here!"

Time is meaningful and meaningless. It seems to exist and is unpredictable.

Sometimes, a little time is to reverse the fulcrum of the whole universe; at some times, it can only sleep looks at as it slips away from its fingers, doing nothing.

At this time, the spirit Immortal World, the meaning of time is very important, related to the critical survival of hundreds of millions of spirits and even the spirit Immortal World itself.

In this critical autumn, no matter the spirit fairy or the demon king, from the momentary expert to the ordinary cultivator, they are fighting in the blood.

The halls of the gods, with their unstoppable power, pressed on the spirit Immortal World and also on everyone's heart.

Originally, as long as a few days ago, the spirit Immortal World could not support it. Although there is 『Zhong〗, the central kiln, Kirin withstood the pressure of the temples by itself, leaving a line of vitality for the spirit Immortal World, but the power, the first ancient artifact of the temples, escaped Enough to erase all the spirit Immortal World. Every day, there are countless creatures danger zone, large mountains and rivers are razed to the ground, the entire spirit Immortal World is trembling, crying.

At the critical moment, the three fox kings of Qingqiu, Wang Zhi, and Wuwu returned, integrating the power of the spirit Immortal World demon clan and resisting with the spirit of the human race. If so, it supported for another seven days.

Today, not only the Spirit Immortal World can support, but the Spirit Immortal World expert cannot support it, that is, the middle of the Central Kirin, which is also the end of the strong crossbow.

Representing the ruined black lotus hār spread all over the spirit Immortal World, the shadow of the extinction of all light shrouded between heaven and earth, a destroy the Heavens and extinguish the Earth eschatological scene.

"Have you not come yet?"

"Eastern Sovereign, if you don't arrive, everything will be too late." Coincidentally, Qingqiu Fox King and other demon kings who represent the resistance of the spirit Immortal World, the mysterious earth unicorn that is hard to support, simultaneously looks at the sky, Xiyi Despair is intertwined.

With a loud noise piercing the heavens and the earth, the eastern sky, a touch of orange, breaks the darkness, and melts the black lotus!

Zhang Fan, here it is! ! ~!