"Meet the Immortal Lord!"

"I'm waiting... ready!"

In an instant.

In the entire core area, sounds sounded like waves. Looking around, countless monks stood between the heaven and earth, wearing armor, holding swords and guns, and fighting spirit was like a dragon. Countless Taoist storms swept out from them.

Wherever the sound was heard, the heaven and earth were shaking! Tens of millions of troops! There were Qingyun Army who had lived in the small world before, Miaoyan Army, and the heavenly forces brought to the small world by Chen Fan three months ago. At this moment, they gathered into a frenzy, filling the sky and the earth.

There are dozens of quasi-priests! The pressure is overwhelming! Everyone's eyes are all looking at Chen Fan.

There was no trace of Tao sweeping around Chen Fan. However, he stood in front of the Rikong Fairy Tower, his clothes were shining, and his black hair was fluttering. Every move, he had a kind of pressure to step on the road of heaven and earth under his feet, as if the sun, moon and galaxies would rotate around it.

Everyone's hearts were shocked! Chen Fan had adjusted his condition to the extreme. He seemed to stand on the long river of time, and thousands of roads roared around it.

This is almost... close to the power of the Immortal Lord! Chen Fan has not yet been promoted to the Immortal Lord, but the pressure on his body has become increasingly strong, and it is no less than the number of taboos. This is definitely something that has never happened in ancient times! "Boom!"

When he took a step forward, thousands of divine patterns revived in the entire site of the Rikong Immortal Lord, intertwined around him.

But there was a hint of tragedy on everyone's faces.

The war has completely sounded the horn! Soon, the Immortal Lord Liuyun will fight against the nine Immortal Lords with his own strength! In this battle, he will definitely be in danger. No matter how horrible he has reached, facing the nine Immortal Lords, he will almost die. This amazing immortal Lord has endless paths to go, but at this moment, he is as if he is heading for death! "Tomorrow, a war begins!"

Above the sky, Chen Fan ignored the complicated expressions of the crowd and spoke calmly.

This shocked the millions of troops.

The war will begin tomorrow! Three months ago, Chen Fan did not agree on a specific time, but once the war started, the existence of the quasi-ranking existence in various small worlds will be responsive and responded in groups, causing the war to break out in full swing and triggering a frenzy of the entire heavenly realm! This battle is so close! Although everyone is ready, it is difficult to calm down in his heart! This is a war in the heavenly realm! Not a continent, one country and one city, the battle will hold everyone's hope, reverse the Qingyun turmoil, do all its strength to fight for the heavenly realm for a thousand years! "The war will be fought tomorrow..." Among them, Nie Bingchen, Lin Xuechan, Shen Qingxue, Qin Jian and other people with misogyny were particularly shocked and their eyes were filled with tears.

They stared at the figure that was like a god and demon.

Although the Qingyun Army respects Chen Fan like a god or a demon, they are not familiar with him. They are very clear about Chen Fan’s life over the past forty years.

They understood that Chen Fan had been waiting for the battle for too long! They knew it was a death penalty, but they had to move forward! They wanted to persuade him, but they knew that Chen Fan's intentions could not be changed. They had seen Chen Fan launch an unpredictable battle in life and death in the past, but like this battle, they had never seen a battle with almost hopelessness! "We obey our order!"

"Fight to death!"

"I hope the immortal master will return!"

But the next moment.

No matter how complicated everyone's mood was, whether it was the Qingyun Army or the Miaoyan Army, everyone shouted, and their fighting spirit caused a sensation in the entire core area.

No matter what the result of this battle is, everyone cannot retreat. They can only face it with all their strength. They are not cowards! In the battle tomorrow, no matter whether they are alive or dead, they can die in battle! "The banquet starts!"

Feng Yan Zhunzun shouted loudly.

In the small world, the fragrance of fine wine is filled with countless spiritual springs, and millions of troops have launched a feast.

This is indeed a feast! There are countless holy medicines and ferocious beasts used as food, and the wine they drink has the miraculous effect of life and death bones. Compared to any banquet passed by the smudged army in the past, it is countless times more luxurious.

But this feast has a tragic atmosphere! Today's banquet is not sure whether it is the last meal, and they will gather again. I don't know how many people are left here. For many people, it is now the last side! Even many quasi-priests may not be able to gather after the war! "Fellow Daoist Kuimu, after the war, drink fine wine again!"

"Senior Sister Lu Rou, after the battle, may she become a Taoist partner?"

"Di Zheng, after the battle, we will fight another battle!"

Voices sounded.

Some people made an appointment to drink after the war, some showed their feelings, some made an appointment to fight, some made a joke, or were serious, and everyone showed their truest side at this moment.

But these words sound a little sad.

There are many people who make appointments today, how many people will come to the appointment tomorrow?

The banquet will be closed until evening! "Tomorrow, Immortal Lord will order you, and we will go to the battlefield!"

And at the moment the banquet ended, everyone's expressions became solemn.

Everyone retreated.

Even if everyone has adjusted their own state, no one dares to be careless in the face of such a war. The entire small world is once again filled with boiling true energy.

An extreme atmosphere of depression was rushing.

It's like a murderous sword, hiding in the sheath for a long time, waiting to drink blood!… “Fellow Daoist Chen, take care of it tomorrow!”

final.

In the Small World Temple, there are only many quasi-denominations, as well as Shen Qingxue and others, all of whom are familiar with Chen Fan.

Zhan Taixuan, Di Zheng and others looked at Chen Fan and bowed solemnly.

They had learned from Chen Fan that many speculations about the eternal situation were shocked, but at this time, they had no time to think too much, so they could only bow.

They understood that Chen Fan knew that he would be in a plan for the next day, and that a few of them were people who were entrusted with high hopes. If this battle was successful, whether the turmoil would be quelled in a thousand years depends entirely on whether they could be promoted to the Immortal Lord! To a certain extent, Chen Fan was buying time for them! "The Sect Master..." When Zhan Taixuan and others left, the rest of the hall were Miaoyan and others, all of whom were familiar faces.

Nie Bingchen, Shen Qingxue, Qin Jian, Yunluan Ancestor, Taiqing Saint... Chen Fan sighed softly.

He led everyone to Qingyun, but was unable to protect everyone's safety. He felt guilty. He could see that everyone wanted him to change his mind, but this matter could no longer be changed.

He talked with everyone for a long time, left a talisman for everyone, and pointed out their path of cultivation, making everyone feel extremely bitter.

"If I can't return, parents and relatives, get rid of you!"

Finally, he bowed to everyone and sighed.

Nie Bingchen and others left crying.

The hall became quiet.

Zhan Tai is back.

She stood in the chaotic fog, looked at Chen Fan, and spoke word by word: "I will become an immortal!"

This is her promise.

If Chen Fan fell in this battle, if Chen Fan could really win a thousand years, she would be promoted to the Immortal Lord within this thousand years, and finally, completely quell the rebellion of the nine Immortal Lords! "Okay."

Everyone was in a state of excitement.
Chapter completed!