Time Arena!

Time is different from the outside world. Meow Meow played for a while, but she was extremely bored and was sent back to the underworld by Yan Chuan.

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

And Yan Chuan also closed his eyes and felt it with his heart.

In the three thousand battlefields, there are two thousand internal ancestral immortals who are closed to the eye, but the other thousand are constantly fighting.

Yan Chuan's feelings, no, to be precise, are in the record.

Through a stream of thought, he teleported to another doppelganger of himself.

Xianyang, Tiange.

The silver pupil Yan Chuan is in retreat.

The thoughts and ontology of the silver pupil Yan Chuan are different, but the two can establish an independent connection, and as long as the ontology allows, they can communicate with each other what they see.

There was darkness in the Heavenly Pavilion.

Around Yan Chuan, there were three thousand bubbles floating around the silver pupil.

Within the bubbles, the ancestral immortals were fighting each other.

It's a complete replica of the space-time arena.

But, gradually, looking at the silver pupil Yan Chuan's eyes, the things inside the bubble changed.

Whether it was the scenery inside the bubble or the ancestral immortals inside, under the silver pupils, they all turned into extremely small particles.

The arrangement of small particles is constantly changing, and an ancestral immortal uses a spell, and the arrangement of its own small particles is constantly changing, and one of the groups of arrangements has changed thousands of times, as if through this changing arrangement, a new spell has been formed.

If ordinary people were already dazzled, Yan Chuan recorded all of them, deducing the mystery of the arrangement change.

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

What's more, because of the asymmetry of time, these small particles change very quickly, but, even so, the silver pupil Yan Chuan is also at ease.

Time and space arena, this sitting, is a hundred years.

After a hundred years of fighting, the internal ancestral immortals have all been greatly improved.

Especially the fierce generals of Dazhen, Bai Qi, Wang Qian, Meng Tian, and Meng Yi, the four of them have the foundation of the first life, and they have made rapid progress under the continuous sharpening of the killing path, and it didn't take long for the ancestors of the four to fight against each other, from one-on-one to one-to-ten, and even one to thirty in vain.

Among them, the biggest battlefield is the place of Wuji.

In a hundred years of fighting, Wu Cong's strength has also reached an extreme, and he even broke through once during this period, and in Yan Chuan's eyes, he reached the Twelve Heavens of Ancestral Immortals.

"Teacher, it's okay, I'm going to fight everyone!" Wu Cong said solemnly after defeating a group of ancestral immortals.

"Whew!"

Hongjun's eyes opened.

Within 3,000 bubbles, the battle came to an abrupt end.

Everyone paused slightly.

Stand in their respective bubble worlds and look at the four directions curiously.

Hongjun's sleeves waved slightly.

"Buzz!"

All the bubbles shuddered.

Then move closer to the center.

"Poo!" "Poo!" ..................

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

For a time, nearly 4,000 ancestral immortals met for the first time. The scene was spectacular.

All the ancestral immortals, surrounding Wu Cong, flashed a blank in their eyes. I don't know what the time and space arena is going to do.

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

Hongjun nodded, and said in a deep voice: "The last battle, life and death are fate!"

"Boom!"

A loud bang rang out in everyone's ears.

In the final battle, life and death are fateful, that is, the space-time arena no longer cares about their own life and death? Many people's faces have changed, but many more people have a proud face.

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

Wu Cong looked at the four thousand ancestral immortals surrounding him, and said with a gloomy face: "Everyone, starting now, it is the last battle between me and you, if you don't go all out, you will die!"

"What?"

"Joke!"

"Who do you think you are?"

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In the crowd, there was an uproar, although I knew that Wu Cong was powerful, but this was too arrogant.

One person, against four thousand?

Yan Chuan made a move, and all the ministers of Dazhen were recruited back.

And the courtiers of the Great Zhou Heavenly Court bowed slightly to Wu Cong, and their figures disappeared in a flash, exiting the space-time arena.

"Those who are afraid, you can get out now, otherwise, there will be no chance next!" Wu Cong said coldly.

There are nearly four thousand ancestral immortals, and many people are frowning.

Then, one after another, people quickly retreated.

The Spacetime Arena is convenient, as long as you want to quit, you can easily exit.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a thousand ancestral immortals left, but there were still three thousand ancestral immortals who did not leave.

Some people want to fight the martial arts, but most people want to see the final battle.

"Seal!" Hongjun snorted.

"Boom!"

The whole bubble suddenly rose by one point again.

"It's not good, I can't get out!" said an ancestral immortal's face.

"What?" the Ancestral Immortals exclaimed.

Hongjun sealed the entry and exit of the space-time arena, and there were three thousand ancestral immortals left, and they couldn't go out again?

"Go all out, otherwise, it's death!" Wu Cong's eyes were cold, and the Taiji diagram in his hand shook violently.

"Boom!"

In the Taiji diagram, two kinds of sword qi suddenly rushed out, one white and one black, shooting straight at the ancestral immortals.

"You dare!"

"Look for death!"

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A group of ancestral immortals shouted, they couldn't imagine that Wu Cong really dared to fight against three thousand ancestral immortals alone.

"Boom!"

Under the bi, the three thousand ancestral immortals made a bang.

"Die!" Wu Lu's figure flickered, and his other hand suddenly poked out.

A golden dragon claw went straight towards the three ancestral immortals.

"Boom!"

Those several ancestral immortals exploded with a bang.

The flesh and blood bloomed instantly, and all the ancestral immortals' faces changed.

"I said, if you don't go all out, you'll die!" Wu Cong said coldly.

"Boom!"

Behind Wu Cong, a golden avenue rushed straight out, and on the avenue, a dragon and a phoenix circled, and a fierce force poured into Wu Cong's body, and a surging aura erupted around Wu Cong's body.

"Boom!"

A huge amount of power poured out, and the faces of the three thousand ancestral immortals changed wildly.

"Roar!"

The three thousand ancestral immortals each took out their own magic weapons and slashed towards Wu Cong.

Three thousand Dao Sword Gang, Dao Gang, and Bao Gang rushed out, and the void where Wu Cong was located was instantly crushed into pieces, and the void was black hole. Wu Cong bore the brunt of it.

"Tai Chi Transformation!" Wu Cong showed the Tai Chi diagram in his hand.

"Buzz!"

A huge Tai Chi Yin Yang Fish quickly swirled with countless forces, reversing most of the power back.

"Ahh

"Kill, either she dies, or we die, everyone, don't keep your hands!"

"Kill!"

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On the battlefield, the light was shining, and all the ancestral immortals also understood Wu Cong's determination at this moment, and immediately came towards Wu Cong's encirclement and killing.

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

"Boom!" Inside the entire bubble, there was an extremely ferocious culling.

On the floating platform.

Bai Qi, Wang Qian, Meng Tian, Meng Yi, Jin Dayu, and King Gai You, all looked at the battlefield solemnly, and in the collision of a large number of avenues, the fierce battles, even if they were killing gods, they were also cold.

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

Countless avenues bloom with billions of brilliance.

"This martial artist, it's not fierce!" Bai Qi said solemnly.

"Ancestral Immortal Twelve Heavens, prepare to break through!" Yan Chuan explained.

Ancestral Immortal Twelve Heavens?

You must know that before the Tongtian Sect Master fought against the Nine Great Sages, he was also cultivating in this way.

The eyes of the crowd became more and more solemn.

In the battlefield, the heroes come one after another. The battle was fierce and abnormal, and among them, there were five saints, Wu Tian, Ximen, Tianjizi, Hundred Evil Old Demons and Absolute Palace Masters.

Although the five ancestral immortals could not invoke the power of heaven and earth in the space-time arena, their strength was still fierce and abnormal.

Yan Chuan stared at the battlefield, and in Wu Cong's Taiji diagram, hundreds of millions of sword qi erupted again.

Suddenly, it shot towards the Absolute Palace Master.

In the hurry of the Absolute Palace Lord, a white sword qi slashed across his face dangerously.

The Absolute Palace Lord dodged, but the hideous mask on his face was cut in half and suddenly slipped down.

The face of the Absolute Palace Lord was instantly exposed in front of Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan's eyes suddenly widened.

"What?" Bai Qi and the others also showed surprise.

"Holy King, the Absolute Palace Master, she is ......!" Jin Dayu exclaimed.

"It's not her! she's not the emperor!" Yan Chuan shook his head affirmatively.

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

It's too similar, it's too similar to the emperor!

The emperor, the daughter of the sword demon, had a very good relationship with Yan Chuan in the sealing world, but later learned that her father was killed by Yan Chuan's ancestor Yan Zizai, so he was a stranger to Yan Chuan.

However, even if he is a stranger, he still wants to help Yan Chuan in the past.

At this moment, how can the lord of the Absolute Palace and the emperor be so similar?

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

It's so similar!

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

At this moment, looking at the sword technique of the palace master, suddenly, there is a feeling of déjà vu, which is somewhat similar to the emperor's sword technique?

Yan Chuan looked at it with a frown.

"Die!" Wu Cong suddenly shook off the Taiji diagram.

Suddenly, a large number of ancestral immortals were instantly beheaded.

"It's not good, at the same time, quickly, otherwise I won't want to live until anyone else!" I don't know who screamed in horror.

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time, the remaining ancestral immortals shot at the same time.

A group of avenues crashed into Wu Cong's avenue.

All the ancestral immortals swung their full strength at the same time, and slammed into Wu Cong.

"Boom!"

Endless white light burst out. The stinging is incredible.

Wu Cong stepped on the Taiji diagram, put the imperial seal on his head, manipulated the avenue, and supported a hood to withstand all the pressure from the outside world.

In an instant, the battle was deadlocked.

Wu Cong's face became more and more hideous.

Around or more than two thousand ancestral immortals, no one dared to slack off, the more stalemate, the more frightened the ancestral immortals.

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

Now that Wu Cong is restrained, if she escapes, who will be able to stop her?

"Don't withdraw your strength, Wu Cong won't die, I'll be wiped out!" the Absolute Palace Lord shouted with a sense of horror.

"Roar!"

More than two thousand ancestral immortals exerted their strength again, and Wu Cong's arm trembled slightly. Cracks also appeared on the avenue, as if they couldn't hold on.

Even, under this huge force, Wu Cong's seven orifices were even more bloody.