Chapter 1402 Ancient Sacrifice, the End of the Spiritual Immortal World

"Phoenix Feather Nine Colored Feathers?"

Zhang Fan suddenly raised his head and faced the eyes of the Holy Emperor, full of wisdom light accumulated over the years.

At the same time, in the mysterious yellow clouds above his head, a nine-colored light floated, if he broke through the constraints, he spread his wings and flew freely in the sky.

——Phoenix Feather Nine Colored Feather!

Zhang Fan did not suppress the thoughts in his heart, but let the token obtained from Chu Feng fly out, circling around the infinite cave, sprinkling with the light of fire.

"It's indeed the Nine Colored Feathers of Phoenix Feathers!"

Seeing this, the Holy Emperor nodded and said, "So, Chu Feng has made a choice. Can you tell us, Donghuang, what did you say to this supreme?"

When talking about Chu Feng, the tone of the Holy Emperor did not change much. It seemed that he was just talking about an old friend who had not seen him for many years. He had no awe or pity, and was extremely calm.

The ancient sage emperor is the pinnacle who can stand side by side with Chu Feng and sit and discuss Taoism!

"It's nothing, His Majesty the Holy Emperor naturally knew that Chu Feng Supreme was not moved by words. She agreed to Zhang because she made a decision in her heart and had nothing to do with all external things."

Zhang Fan smiled faintly and said without any concealment: "On the same day, Zhang just said to Supreme Chu Feng, 'That's my enemy'."

"Your enemy?"

The Holy Emperor glanced at Zhang Fan with a little surprise, then his eyes changed and condensed on the nine-colored feather feather feather, as if he could look at Chu Feng through this feather.

It took him a long time to turn around and said in an admiration: "My friend Donghuang, young man, is terrifying, and he is indeed ambitious and ambitious."

"It was in that ancient times that our human elites emerged, and even created the great talents who created the way of immortality and led the way of transcendence of human race for hundreds of thousands of years. Compared with them, my friends are not inferior to them."

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and bowed slightly. Today, even the praise of the Holy Emperor cannot make him confused and not be surprised by his favor and disgrace.

"For many years, I have never seen an outsider. My friend, today is not me talking to you alone. I am the one who is one."

When the Holy Emperor said this, Zhang Fan raised his head and saw that the other six saints who were slightly blurred had a smile on their faces and nodded slightly.

"Although my words are happy, I will be happy. I hope that if my friend has time and does not dislike him in the future, he can come to Wuliang Cave again and sit with us to discuss the truth. Isn't it a pleasure."

This is to say, it is to see off the guests. The Holy Emperor still maintained a cross-sitting posture, and the merit chains around him did not change and dissipate without any fluctuations. However, Zhang Fan felt a sense of calmness out of thin air.

This kind of calmness was like a living person, with a smile on his face, but it had turned into a clay sculpture and fell into a deep sleep.

"The interview is over."

Zhang Fan knew in his heart that it was time to end the meeting with the ancient sage emperor. Although almost the Holy Emperor was talking during the whole process and he was just listening, the purpose was actually answered.

What kind of person Zhang Fan is respectful to the Holy Emperor just because they are doing the human race. How could they force an answer here? Just understand the meaning, and you will know the rest.

Zhang Fan knew it in his mind, nodded at the seven great saints, said "Goodbye for me," and then took a step back.

This step of retreating is like stepping on the edge of a cliff. One step is a deep abyss, and the whole world is moving away... The infinite cave with birds singing and flowers scenting quickly retreated, and the only mountain belly of the immortal sky light in the dark is also far away, and even the entire Seven Emperors Realm has crossed this step.

...

"I'm leaving now?"

Outside Wuliang Cave, the God Lord Chi Tian, ​​who had not yet left, raised his head and looked at a rainbow bridge that had cut through the sky, thinking.

In his opinion, time had only flowed a little from his fingers. At this time, the Lord Chi Tian had just left by the Wuliang Cave Realm. At his speed, he still did not fly out of the mile, which shows how short time was.

This was also noticed at the first time when Zhang Fan left the Wuliang Cave and returned to the Seven Emperor Realm.

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

Zhang Fan was also secretly shocked, and couldn't help but think that if the ancient saints had not been for the devil and had a foreshadowing of great vows and trapped themselves in countless caves, how terrifying would it be if they were born?

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

From the ancient holy emperor's association with the supreme Chu Feng, Zhang Fan was almost uncontrollably fascinated. If Chu Feng hadn't been suppressed by the first generation of demon emperors, what shocking means would Chu Feng have shown?

All these thoughts only existed in Zhang Fan's mind for a moment. Before heading to the Spirit Immortal Realm and facing the Temple of Gods and the Black Lotus Dark Sun of the Demon Lord, he had to go to another place.

When the Lord Chi Tian saw his back as he turned into a rainbow, in just a moment, Zhang Fan's breath disappeared from the Seven Emperor Realm without a trace.

"I don't know, what choice did the old men make in the end?"

The Lord Chi Tian withdrew his gaze, looked at the location where Wuliang Cave was in a complicated expression, and sighed: "Demon Lord~"

At this moment, his expression was so similar to that of Fenghou Huangyou, and he had unstoppable worries.

...

"Old Mr. Pan, I'll have to work hard this time."

A vast land, with yellow sand all over the sky, gusts of wind, a desperate place, a barren place.

Zhang Fan's voice was heard in the pious singing of the world and worshipped the world, and it seemed so abrupt.

——Witch God Realm, Ancient Sacrifice Yuan!

The so-called ancient sacrificial world is the place where the ancient sacrificial sacrifices of the witch way are. In this place, generations of supreme witch way have led the witch people to worship the heaven and earth, sacrifice their lives and thoughts in exchange for powerful power, ensuring the continuation of race and Taoism.

In the eyes of the witch, this desolate and silent place is a holy place that cannot be desecrated.

Today, an outsider appeared on this witch path holy land - Zhang Fan!

Under the complex gaze of countless witches behind him, Zhang Fan and King Pan continued.

"How hard it is to do it? This is for the survival of the three realms. The survival of our human race is not your Donghuang alone."

After not seeing each other for a few days, Pan Wang's body seemed to be even more hunched, as if he had grown older in a short time. Speaking of this, he thrust his waist and said with great energy: "My witch clan is a human race after all, but it's just a difference in Taoism."

"Thank you, King Pan."

Zhang Fan bowed seriously, glanced at the silent Gu Jiyuan, and looked at the witches who were worshipping the ground and worshipping the integrity of the rituals, and asked, "Old Pan, what does the so-called witch master of the five demon gods mean?"

He didn't want to ask about this, but he felt the strange gaze of the witch people when they looked at him, and finally asked. For no reason, Zhang Fan felt that the so-called witch master seemed to be closely related to the witch's holy weapon and his purpose.

"Witch Lord?" King Pan smiled faintly and said, "The so-called Witch Lord is also the Witch King, but he is just the strongest person under the Witch God, and he is the closest to the Witch God."

"Witch God?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows. He knew that this was just a concept of witch Taoism. Since ancient times, no witch man has ever reached such a state.

In the eyes of other practitioners, the Witch God is just a false state, a state that cannot be reached at all, and the peak of the Witch Dao ends at the Witch King.

"Does it really exist?"

Zhang Fan turned his back and looked at the gradually hazy mist on the ancient sacred land and the witchcraft stuck on the platform, and asked indifferently.

If this question is placed on other witches, it will undoubtedly be disrespectful to their witch paths. I am afraid that it will be a fight immediately. It is different for King Pan. He is a strong man standing at the peak of witch paths. To a certain extent, he has reached a certain level and can look at these things calmly.

"Maybe!"

King Pan seemed to smile bitterly, and if he had any difficulties, in the end, he could only have such an ambiguous sentence: "Who knows?"

The fog became thicker and the ancient sacred world seemed to have come alive. The light on the witch Taoist holy weapon that had been calm for a long time gradually became bright, like a bright lamp, leading countless witches to worship and attract countless fogs to gather.

“It’s time.”

The Pan King said with a complicated expression.

“It’s time.”

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, and the same words had other meanings when he said it. The strong fighting spirit had its essence, and it rose up on him.

"Demon Lord, Temple of Gods!"

"I am coming!"

...

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

At some point, a little time is to reverse the fulcrum of the entire universe; at some point, you can only watch it slip through your fingers and you can't do anything.

In the Spirit Immortal Realm at this time, the significance of time is extremely important, and it concerns the critical survival of hundreds of millions of creatures and even the Spirit Immortal Realm itself.

At this critical Autumn, both the Spirit Immortals and the Demon Kings, from the strong men for a while, and from ordinary monks, they were fighting bloody battles.

The Temple of Gods, with its unstoppable power, pressed on the Spirit Immortal Realm and also on everyone's hearts.

Originally, the Spirit Immortal Realm would have been unable to hold on a few days ago. Although the Central Wuji Tu Qilin, which had itself resisted the pressure of the Gods, left a glimmer of hope for the Spirit Immortal Realm, the power radiated by the Temple of Gods, the first ancient artifact, was enough to erase all the spiritual world.

Every day, countless creatures are everywhere, and large areas of mountains and rivers are razed to the ground. The entire spiritual fairy world is trembling and crying.

At the critical moment, the three demon kings of Qingqiu Fox King, Zhilang King, Xuanwu King, and the three demon kings returned, integrating the power of the demon clan in the spiritual immortal world, and resisting with the human spiritual immortals.

This has lasted for another seven days.

Today, not only the Spirit Immortal Realm cannot support it, but the strong people in the Spirit Immortal Realm cannot support it. Even the Central Wuji Qilin is already at the end of its strength.

The black lotus representing destruction bloomed throughout the spiritual immortal world, and the shadows that exterminated all lights enveloped the world, a scene of ruining the world and destroying the world.

"Have you not come yet?"

"Donghuang, if you don't have it anymore, everything will be too late."

At the same time, the Qingqiu Fox King and others represent the demon king and human immortals who resisted the Spirit Immortal World, and the mysterious earth qilins that were struggling to support them all looked up at the sky, with hope and despair intertwined.

With a loud noise that penetrated the world, the eastern sky was filled with orange, breaking through the darkness and melting the black lotus!
Chapter completed!