Space-time Colosseum!
Time was different from the outside world. After playing for a while, Meow got bored and was sent back to the netherworld by Yan Chuan.
Hongjun sat on the floating platform with his eyes closed, controlling the battlefield within the three thousand bubbles.
Yan Chuan, on the other hand, had his eyes closed as well, sensing with his heart.
Of the three thousand battlefields, two thousand Ancestral Immortals were meditating with their eyes closed, but the other thousand were fighting non-stop.
Yan Chuan was sensing. No, to be precise, recording.
Through his thoughts, he transmitted it to his other clone.
Xianyang, Heaven's Pavilion.
Silver-Eyed Yan Chuan was in seclusion.
Silver-Eyed Yan Chuan's thoughts were different from the main body's, but the two could establish an independent connection. As long as the main body allowed it, they could transmit what they saw to each other.
Heaven's Pavilion was dark.
Three thousand bubbles floated around Silver-Eyed Yan Chuan.
Within the bubbles, Ancestral Immortals were fighting each other.
It was a complete replica of the Space-time Colosseum.
However, gradually, the Silver-eyed Yan Chuan could see that something was changing inside the bubble.
Be it the scenery within the bubbles or the Ancestral Immortals within, they all turned into tiny particles under Silver-Eyed Yan Chuan.
The arrangement of the particles was constantly changing. When an Ancestral Immortal used a spell, the particles around him would constantly change. One of the arrays changed thousands of times, as if a new spell was being formed through these changes.
Ordinary people would have been dazzled, but Silver-Eyed Yan Chuan recorded it all down, deducing the secrets of the array changes.
Silver-Eyed Yan Chuan was deducing all three thousand bubbles.
More importantly, due to the asymmetry of time, these particles changed extremely quickly. But even so, Silver-Eyed Yan Chuan was still at ease.
The Space-time Colosseum. They sat there for a hundred years.
After a hundred years of fighting, the Ancestral Immortals within had all improved greatly.
This was especially true for the fierce generals of Dazhen, Bai Qi, Wang Jian, Meng Tian, and Meng Yi. The four of them had the foundations of their first lives, and under constant training, they improved rapidly. Before long, the Ancestral Immortals they were fighting changed from one-on-one to one-on-ten, and even Bai Qi against thirty.
The largest battlefield was where Wu Jiong was.
After fighting for a hundred years, Wu Jiong's strength had reached a new height. He even had a breakthrough once. In Yan Chuan's eyes, he had reached the twelfth Heaven of the Ancestor Immortal Realm.
"Teacher, that's enough. I want to fight everyone!" After defeating a group of Ancestral Immortals, Wu Jiong said solemnly.
"Hu!"
Hong Jun opened his eyes.
Within the three thousand bubbles, the battle suddenly stopped.
Everyone paused slightly.
Standing in their respective bubble worlds, they looked around curiously.
Hongjun waved his sleeve slightly.
Buzz!
All the bubbles suddenly trembled.
Then, they moved closer to the center.
"Pop! Pop! Pop!" …
A series of sounds could be heard, and all the bubbles merged into one, forming a huge bubble.
For the first time, nearly four thousand Ancestral Immortals met. The scene was extremely spectacular.
All the Ancestral Immortals gathered around Wu Jiong, their eyes flashing with confusion. He had no idea what the Spacetime Colosseum was trying to do.
"You want to help Wu Jiong break through?" Yan Chuan looked at Hongjun seriously.
Hong Jun nodded and said in a deep voice, "This is the last battle. Life and death are up to fate!"
Boom!
A loud sound reverberated in everyone's ears.
Last battle? Life and death are up to fate? In other words, the Spacetime Colosseum no longer cared about whether they lived or died? Many people's expressions changed, but even more people had arrogant looks on their faces.
In the past hundred years, everyone's strength had increased, and they had long formed a sense of pride.
Wu Jiong looked at the four thousand Ancestral Immortals surrounding him and said with a gloomy expression, "Everyone, from now on, this is the last battle between us. If you don't give it your all, you will die!"
"What?"
"What a joke!"
"Who do you think you are?"
The crowd was in an uproar. Although they knew that Wu Jiong was powerful, this was too arrogant.
One person against four thousand?
Yan Chuan reached out and waved his hand, summoning all the officials of Great Zhou.
As for the officials of the Great Zhou Imperial Court, they bowed slightly to Wu Jiong and disappeared with a flash, leaving the Spacetime Colosseum.
"Those who are afraid, scram now. Otherwise, you won't have another chance!" Wu Jiong said coldly.
Many of the four thousand Ancestral Immortals frowned.
Following that, more and more people quickly left.
The Spacetime Colosseum was convenient. As long as one wanted to leave, they could easily do so.
In the blink of an eye, nearly a thousand Ancestral Immortals had left, but three thousand remained.
Some wanted to fight Wu Jiong, but most wanted to see the final battle.
"Seal!" Hong Jun shouted softly.
"Boom!"
The entire bubble suddenly expanded by a notch.
"Oh no, we can't leave!" An Ancestral Immortal's expression changed.
"What?" The group of Ancestral Immortals exclaimed.
Hongjun had sealed the entrances and exits of the Spacetime Colosseum. The remaining three thousand Ancestral Immortals could no longer leave?
"Give it your all, or die!" Wu Jiong's eyes turned cold as he swung the Taiji diagram in his hand.
"Boom!"
Two types of sword energy suddenly shot out from the Taiji diagram, one white and one black, straight at the group of Ancestral Immortals.
"How dare you!"
"You're courting death!"
The group of Ancestral Immortals shouted. They didn't expect Wu Jiong to really dare to fight three thousand Ancestral Immortals alone.
"Boom!"
Forced into a corner, the three thousand Ancestral Immortals attacked.
"Die!" Wu Jiong's figure flickered, and he suddenly reached out with his other hand.
A golden dragon claw shot towards three Ancestral Immortals.
"Boom!"
The Ancestral Immortals all exploded into pieces.
Their flesh and blood instantly exploded. The expressions of all the Ancestral Immortals changed.
"I told you, if you don't give it your all, you'll die!" Wu Jiong said coldly.
"Boom!"
A golden path shot out from behind Wu Jiong. A dragon and a phoenix coiled on the path, and a ferocious force poured into Wu Jiong's body. A surging aura erupted from Wu Jiong's body.
"Boom!"
A tremendous force surged out, and the expressions of the three thousand Ancestral Immortals changed drastically.
"Roar!"
The three thousand Ancestral Immortals took out their Dharma treasures and slashed at Wu Jiong.
Three thousand energy swords, energy sabers, and energy treasures shot out. The void where Wu Jiong stood was instantly crushed into powder. A black hole appeared in the void. Wu Jiong bore the brunt of the attack.
"Taiji Transformation!" Wu Jiong unfurled his Taiji diagram.
"Hum!"
A huge Taiji diagram of yin and yang spun rapidly, reversing most of the power.
"Ah!"
"Kill! Either she dies, or we die. Everyone, don't hold back!"
"Kill!"
On the battlefield, light shone everywhere. The Ancestral Immortals understood Wu Jiong's determination, and immediately surrounded him.
No matter how strong he was, could he deal with three thousand Ancestral Immortals?
"Boom!" The entire bubble was filled with ferocious attacks.
On the floating platform.
Bai Qi, Wang Jian, Meng Tian, Meng Yi, Jin Dayu, and King Guai were all watching the battlefield solemnly. Great Daos collided, and the fierce battle caused even the Gods of Slaughter to feel a chill in their hearts.
The world of the bubble had turned into a black hole.
Countless Great Daos shone brightly.
"This Wu Jiong is so fierce!" Bai Qi said solemnly.
"He's at the twelfth level of Ancestral Immortal, preparing to break through!" Yan Chuan explained.
The twelfth level of Ancestral Immortal?
One had to know that Tongtian's cultivation base was at the same level before he fought the nine Sages.
Everyone's eyes turned even more solemn.
On the battlefield, the heroes charged forward one after another. The battle was abnormally fierce. Among them were the five Sages — Wu Tian, Ximen, Tian Jizi, Fiend Hundred, and Palace Lord Jue.
Although the five Ancestral Immortals could not use the power of heaven and earth in the spacetime arena, their strength was still abnormally fierce.
Yan Chuan stared at the battlefield. Once again, Wu Jiong's Taiji diagram exploded with billions of sword qi.
Suddenly, one of them shot towards Palace Lord Jue.
Palace Lord Jue hurriedly blocked it, and the white sword qi narrowly brushed past his face.
Palace Lord Jue dodged it, but the hideous mask on his face was sliced in half, and immediately slipped off.
Palace Lord Jue's face was instantly exposed to Yan Chuan.
Yan Chuan's eyes widened.
"What?" Bai Qi and the rest were also shocked.
"Sage King, Palace Lord Jue is …!" Jin Dayu exclaimed.
"It's not her! She's not the Empress! "Yan Chuan shook his head with certainty.
Even so, Yan Chuan's eyes were solemn.
Too similar, too similar to the Empress!
The Empress, the daughter of the Saber Demon, was on good terms with Yan Chuan in the Sealed World. However, later on, she learned that her father was killed by Yan Chuan's ancestor, Yan Zizai, so she and Yan Chuan became strangers.
However, even though they were strangers, she still wanted to help Yan Chuan during the Venerable Heaven's birthday celebration.
At this moment, why did Palace Lord Jue and the Empress look so similar?
The only difference was that the Empress had short hair, while Palace Lord Jue had beautiful long hair.
They were too similar!
Yan Chuan looked at Palace Lord Jue's hand. Palace Lord Jue also used a saber.
At this moment, when he looked at Palace Lord Jue's saber technique again, he suddenly felt a sense of deja vu. It was somewhat similar to the Empress's saber technique?
Yan Chuan looked at it with a frown.
"Die!" Wu Jiong suddenly swung the Taiji diagram.
Instantly, a large number of Ancestral Immortals were beheaded.
"Not good, attack at the same time, quick, or none of us will live!" Someone shouted in horror.
"Boom!"
Almost at the same time, the remaining Ancestral Immortals attacked at the same time.
The Great Dao collided with Wu Jiong's Great Dao.
The Ancestral Immortals also used their full strength at the same time and collided with Wu Jiong.
"Boom!"
Endless white light burst out. It was incomparably dazzling.
Wu Jiong stepped on the Taiji diagram with the imperial seal above her head. She controlled the Great Dao and supported a barrier to withstand all the pressure from the outside world.
In an instant, the battle was in a stalemate.
Wu Jiong's face became more and more ferocious.
The two thousand Ancestral Immortals around her did not dare to be careless. The more the stalemate, the more terrified the Ancestral Immortals were.
Wu Jiong's strength was too terrifying. They had so many people, but they could not deal with Wu Jiong?
Now that Wu Jiong was restrained, if she escaped, who could stop her?
"No one retreats. If Wu Jiong doesn't die, we'll all die!" Palace Lord Jue shouted in horror.
"Roar!"
The two thousand Ancestral Immortals exerted their strength again, and Wu Jiong's arm trembled slightly. Cracks also appeared on the Great Dao, as if it could not hold on any longer.
Under this huge force, Wu Jiong's seven orifices were even forced to bleed.
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