Chapter 1239 (1/2)

Yan Chuan and Wu Tian collided with each other.

”Boom

After Wu Tian's death, all of a sudden, dark clouds covered the whole sky. From the dark clouds, we can see that there are more than 2000 heavenly doctrines set up between heaven and earth.

This is the way of heaven and earth, but it's too dark. It's just influence, not control.

Among them, only 300 are very clear, and the wind around the three hundred heavenly ways stirs up all the forces of heaven and earth.

Sages can mobilize the power of the general trend of heaven and earth!

With the power of terror, the void behind the saint Wu Tian even twisted, and there were a lot of empty cracks, which flashed like countless giant snakes dancing wildly.

This is the realm of saints.

Yan Chuan was also waiting for the battle. His pupils turned red and his blood was flying. The earth below was a sea of blood, which was incomparable. Yan Chuan's Blood Sea field.

”Boom

There was a huge collision between the sage field and the blood sea field, and Yan Chuan's blood sea was suppressed.

But Yan Chuan's momentum did not decrease. In the eyes of Wu Tian sage, Yan Chuan's momentum was more and more fierce.

”Yan Chuan? I underestimated you, blood sea magic? Zuxian triple heaven, can actually play the power of Zuxian seven heaven, good a sea of blood magic. It's a pity that you are too arrogant to destroy my teaching field? No one here wants to leave! ” The voice of Wu Tian sage is icy and cold.

Yan Chuan said with a grim smile: ”it's a pity that I don't have the conditions to set up a heaven court. Otherwise, it's a good choice to kill you to set up a heaven court!”

”Hum!” The sage snorted.

”Seriously injured? You can still play half as well now? ” Yan Chuan said with a grim smile.

When he reaches for his hand, a huge coffin appears in the palm of Yan Chuan's palm. The copper coffin is buried in the sky. Yan Chuan's eyes are ferocious and have no fear.

Just as they were about to fight.

In the East, suddenly, there was a huge breath coming.

The huge breath washes, suddenly flushes Yan Chuan, Wu Tian two body shape.

”Boom

In the distance, it seems that a big fire came, covering the sky and occupying a void in an instant.

The sea of fire, the sea of blood and the realm of saints each occupy one side and compete with each other.

In the sea of fire, a total of 11 figures.

The first one, dressed in a red robe, was ferocious. On top of his head, he was wearing a golden crown. A huge momentum came out of his head. Ten people behind him were extraordinary. Their momentum spread out, as if they were ancestors.

As soon as the eleven arrived, they all glared at Yan Chuan.

”No, it's the emperor Feng?” Mo Yu Xi's face changed.

The saint looked.

”Emperor Feng? Are you here? ” The sage of Wu said in a deep voice.

Emperor Feng looked at Yan Chuan, looked around, and frowned deeply: ”I come for my son, Wu Tian, you can't even protect my son?”

The second prince of Feng nationality?

Thinking of the second prince of the Phoenix family, the sage was angry from his heart. It was because of him that he had been careless again and again, and he was in a mess.

The sage did not answer, but the emperor Feng glanced around.

”Your teaching ground is completely destroyed?” Feng Di's eyes narrowed.

As he spoke, Emperor Feng suddenly looked behind Yan Chuan. Yan Chuan's army?

”Yan Chuan?” The emperor was cold in his eyes.

”Your son was killed by Yan Chuan in front of him!” Wu Tianshen said.

”Sure enough, it's you again!” Fengdi's eyes are cold.

Both of his sons died in the hands of Yan Chuan. How can emperor Feng not hate him.

”Emperor Feng? It seems that I think highly of you, Zu Xian Ba Chong Tian? ” Yan Chuan said with a sneer.

Feng Di's eyes were cold.

But Wu Tian was suddenly surprised.

”You're not nervous at all. You're a triple heaven. You want to fight with me?” Wu Tian said with a trace of consternation.

”Come on, nobody else. Wait, get out of the way!” Yan Chuan waved.

Bai Qi and others were anxious, but they still said, ”yes!”

Feng Di's face was gloomy. Take a look at the opposite Bai Qi and others, and Mo Yu Xi. From all the people, the emperor Feng feels the smell of ancestral immortals.

Yan Chuan's meaning is self-evident. The subordinates he followed retreated to one side. Yan Chuan fought against himself and the sage with one enemy and two?

Feng Di's eyes flashed with consternation, but he did not refuse. The news of the space war in the broken Yang hall in the past had been known to the emperor that Yan Chuan would have killed five ancestral immortals by one person without the intervention of the saints of Ximen at that time.

Yan Chuan's strength, naturally dare not underestimate.

However, Yan Chuan is also looking for death!

”You look at Mo Yu, they!” The emperor Feng said in a deep voice.

”Yes Ten subordinates of Fengdi said.

”Boom

After the emperor Feng, the world of fire, suddenly hundreds of heavenly ways soared up into the sky. Around the center, one of them slowly revolved. In the center is the fire red heavenly way. However, this heavenly way is different, but it seems that there is a phoenix flying in it.”It's no wonder that you have realized the road of self, but your road is only an embryonic form.” Yan Chuan said coldly.

”Do you know the Boulevard, too?” Feng Di said coldly.

”If you realize the Tao, you can no longer rely on heaven and earth, because I am self-made and become heaven and earth. Although my accomplishments are not as good as those of sages, they have the potential comparable to saints. No wonder!” Yan Chuan said coldly.

”Well, you want to die, you can't live!” The sage gave a angry rebuke.

Under the indignation, the sage took the lead in putting out his hand and probing his hand to form a huge white palm print.

The palm print is so large that it covers the whole world. After it, it even connects all the heavenly ways. It is like carrying Tianwei to fight against Yanchuan.

After the palm print, the void collapses, and the power of terror makes Mo Yu Xi in the distance look frightened, for fear of Yan Chuan's misfortune.

At the moment, Yan Chuan, however, showed a trace of ferocious color. With a wave of the copper coffin in his hand, he was about to fight.