Chapter 1409: Two people, the collision of two eras!

All the rays of light are divided into nine colors, magnificent and unique...

With the splendor of rainbows and more noble, and with the beauty of sunsets, it looks even more concentrating. A halo takes away all the glory of the world, and nothing can match it.

The source of all the glory is in Zhang Fan's palm. There is something in his palm, which is dazzling and feather-shaped. I don't know how many birds can have gorgeous feathers.

——Phoenix Feather Nine Colored Feather!

Only the Supreme Priest of the First Phoenix, the ancestor of the demon bird in heaven and earth, and the strongest who existed after the creation of the world can take away all the beauty of the creation of heaven and earth.

"drink!"

Zhang Fan exhaled and opened his breath, holding his palm upwards, like throwing a mountain.

"For the Three Realms Plan, Zhang asked Supreme Chufeng to take action!"

As soon as the words were finished, a nine-colored light shone in the heaven and earth, shining with the most dazzling light in the hazy spiritual immortal world.

Just at this moment, a faint sigh, gentleness, compassion, kindness, nobility, nobleness, pride... A small sigh seemed to contain qualities that cannot be described by all the beautiful words in the world.

Chu Feng!!!

The nine-color feathers of phoenix feathers burned, and the nine-colored light burned. A phoenix was reborn from the fire and turned around gracefully and gorgeously.

This is not because of the arrival of Chu Feng’s original master, but because of the power of her supreme master. At this moment, he arrived at the spiritual immortal world at the call of Zhang Fan.

"For the sake of the people, Zhang asked the ancient holy emperor to take action!"

Another loud shout, Zhang Fan bowed and bowed, not for safety or for his own safety, but for the people of the three realms and billions of human races.

"Forget it!"

"The Supreme Master Chu Feng is the first, my friend is the descendant of my human race, and the three realms are my hometown. We are the old man, so we can't sit still and watch."

An old voice sounded, and Zhang Fan was in a trance, as if he had returned to the infinite hole, and could see the seven ancient sage emperors locked by the shackles of merit.

The sound still echoed, and the large amount of golden light and infinite merits followed the Chu Feng, descended from the Seven Emperor Realm, penetrated the void of the Spirit Immortal Realm, and enveloped the temple of the gods.

In every ray of light in this golden light, billions of human creatures bow down to the ground, to survive, to survive, to reproduce, to prosper and prosperity...

That is the merits of heaven and earth, and the supreme vows condensed by the human race as the protagonist of heaven and earth for countless years, descending.

Chu Feng and the Holy Emperor took action one after another, and Zhang Fan naturally would not sit idly by the last person he visited before coming.

In an instant, another ray of desolation contained endless desolation, as if the ancient and distant self were the power of natural creation in the world, breaking through the void.

Wu Zun, take action.

At this time, Li Zhangfan threw out the nine-colored feather feather feather feathers and asked all the strong men to take action. In just a moment, three powerful forces each tore through the void, causing a rolling wave of air, and faintly collided with the Temple of Gods.

"Please help Zhang Mou's armed arm, the ancient holy emperor, and the witch master to help Zhang Mou for the safety of the three realms, to reproduce the living beings, and to continue the race. I will lend me twelve hours to eliminate this evil and prevent this disaster."

Zhang Fan's voice was like a big bell, accompanied by the cry of crows. He was standing there, but it seemed to be placed in the endless void. Suddenly, the sound spread throughout any corner of the world.

The spiritual immortal world, the human world, many small worlds, fragments of various worlds... Any wise creature can hear Zhang Fan's voice.

This is no longer a magical power, it is not derived from magic power, nor is it Zhang Fan's own power, but the original consciousness of the Three Realms is excited for him, and every word can spread throughout the world.

...

"Junior brother."

Zhu Jiuxiao and other fellow disciples of the Dharma Xiang Sect stood at the highest point of Lianyun Mountain Range and looked up at the large shadows.

"Baby..."

On Dongyang Peak, the old man held the teacup, his hands trembling constantly, making a "clang" sound, and he could not deliver it to the mouth.

"Senior brother...father...master..."

Under the magical power tree, Xiruo and Zhang Fan's close relatives clenched their fists, gripping their hearts, staring at the seven huge green magical power fruits.

"If I die, the magical power fruit will ripen."

Zhang Fan's words that day were still in his ears. None of them wanted to see the magical power fruit dyed bright red, which meant that he would be lost forever.

...

Whether it is close relatives, old acquaintances, or strangers, in short, when all sentient beings in the three realms heard Zhang Fan's voice, countless merits appeared in the void and gathered quickly.

All the merit clouds and golden lights avoided the temple of the gods in disgust, and seven parts merged into the Eastern Palace on the Qingyun above Zhang Fan's head, three parts scattered, and each of them threw themselves into the first phoenix, the Holy Emperor, and the Witch Lord.

Before I knew it, the great wish to touch the world and ultimately brought about immeasurable merits.

The way of heaven was broken in the first generation of demon kings, and since then the merits did not appear on earth, and the cruel world of immortal cultivation has emerged. After countless years of self-repair, the acquired way of heaven has been established again. This is the great merit of Zhang Fan preaching the world and wishing to touch the sky.

The newborn baby was strangled and finally woke up again, and faced the destructive blow of the Temple of the Demon Lord Gods. At this moment, no matter who can stop the Demon Lord, he will become the favorite of the original consciousness of the Three Realms.

Zhang Fan's words are like a great wish, and there will be merits to come. For the current heavenly way, there is no greater merit than this.

“Hohuhu~”

The strong wind scattered and collided everywhere, broke each other, and became a terrifying turbulent flow. In the midst of the turbulent flow, the Eastern Palace grew in the wind, and the infinite merits were swallowed in one mouthful. In an instant, it was as great as the heaven and earth itself, and it was no match for the temple of the gods, confronting the void.

On the other side, Chu Feng, Holy Emperor, and Witch Lord were revived, and they stood up from bottom to top, as if the pillar of heaven rose up from the ground and supported the temple of the gods.

There is almost no distinction between order and succession. After the three forces took action without hesitation, the three merits of their own instantly penetrated the barrier of space.

In the ruby ​​lake, deep in the infinite cave, the center of the ancient sacrifice, the golden light of merit flashed, and each returned to its own master.

"Click~Click~~"

"Boom~"

The sound of shattering and cracking is like the earth cannot support the trampling of giant beasts; the sound of thunder is like the space cannot withstand the roar of thunder.

The fall of the temple of the gods stopped.

"Chu Feng, Holy Emperor, Wu Zun, do you really want to go against me?"

"Can you know the consequences?"

A hoarse and cold voice, the roaring sound of heaven and earth, echoed in the void.

——Demon Lord!

Although the Demon Lord did not have the treatment of Zhang Fan as the last hope and darling of the world, it was not difficult to spread his voice to any corner of the Three Realms.

"Demon Lord, you have the great ambition and great wish to destroy the world and rebuild the universe. Chu Feng admires it."

The Holy Emperor was silent, the Witch Lord was speechless, and finally Chu Feng’s noble voice sounded: “It’s just that your wish is not my wish. You can destroy the world for the great wish, and we can also stop you for your concern.”

"Besides, your opponent is not us."

Chu Feng paused, and when he heard it, he felt a little sad, and he felt a little sad: "This is no longer our era. In that great era, there was only one winner, and we are just losers."

"Since you have lost, what's the point of losing again?"

"You and him are the opponents. The winner between you is the king of this new era and the strongest person who opens up the next great era."

...

"This is our battle!"

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, and his words exploded like a thunderbolt on his lips. He blew up the clouds in the sky, and drank the wind.

“Hahaha~~~~”

"Come on! Come on, you all want to die anyway. If you die sooner or later, what's the point?"

"Zhang Fan, come here and let me see what you have, what are your abilities that can prevent me and fight with me!!!"

The demon lord was silent for a moment, then burst out with laughter. The entire temple of gods was shaking violently, and infinite light burst out, like billions of arrows, running through the sky.

"snort!"

When the Temple of Gods burst out with infinite power, three muffled groans were heard at the same time.

Far away in the dead central fairyland, countless volcanoes erupted, and the water level of the ruby ​​lake in Fengzhen Chufeng fell sharply and was almost dry;

In the infinite cave deep in the Seven Emperor Realm, the shackles of merit collapsed and tightened in an instant, and the seven figures shaking and unable to hold on;

In the ancient seed of the Witch God Realm, the Witch Lord Pan Wang shook for a moment, smiled, and stood still. Behind him, the Witch Man was sobbing and cried loudly. The wind that never stopped on the plain blew, and the body of a generation of Witch Lord was weathered into pieces and dispersed.

At the moment when it turned into smoke and dust, the Pan King's eyes were still clear, with nostalgia for the witch and the world, as well as a sense of relief and liberation.

Among the three parties, the Witch Lord is the weakest. If he had not been in the hands of the Witch Dao Holy Artifact, he would not have the qualification to participate in this last battle.

He exchanged life for the survival of his clan members, and in exchange for Zhang Fan's future experience of his actions, leaving a space for the witch clan to survive.

...

Just one blow, Chu Feng, the Holy Emperor, and the Witch Lord all paid the price, and some were still irreversible and heavy, but no matter what, the Temple of the Gods never fell again, and the Spirit Immortal Realm was stuck on the verge of falling and destruction, shaking its fall.

The three powerful beings took action to win Zhang Fan the most precious time. This time may not be twelve hours, but no matter what, it at least gave Zhang Fan a chance to face the demon master.

What Zhang Fan needs is just such an opportunity.

"Leave it to you."

"Other, leave it to me."

In front of Zhang Fan, a crack was rapidly closing on the barrier formed by the brilliant colors outside the temple of the gods. This crack was broken through with the last power of the True Immortal Treasure Body and the powerful power of the Golden Crow Dharma Image. If it is allowed to bridge it, it is almost impossible to think about it again.

"Let's start!"

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, raised his arms high, pushing forward with all his might.

"Boom~"

The sky was broken and the clouds were chaotic and violent winds, and the restless spiritual energy whistled toward both sides like separated sea water.

Between the Temple of the Gods and Zhang Fan, the large space is like a vacuum, and it is a perfect path.

"Eastern Palace!"

Zhang Fan shouted loudly, and the East Palace rumbling loudly, and the golden light of merit bloomed. The images of seventy-two demon gods appeared and rushed towards the temple of the gods with the roar of heaven and earth.

"Boom boom boom boom~~"

There was a loud noise from the earth, and two giants represent the supreme treasures of the two eras. Under the intense attention of countless creatures in the three realms, they collided with each other.
Chapter completed!