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Although in Jiang Feng's eyes, no matter which realm he is in, there is always a world of difference, but he has always been the one that cannot be regretted!
"If you don't come out again, I thought you were dead..."
Jiang Feng is in the eternal resident feature, the dark sun hangs above his head, and the black and red light illuminates the chaotic sea, exaggerating the scene of disaster.
The space boundary walls are constantly being torn and distorted, and the countless timelines intertwined over the sea of chaos are all shredded.
It seems that the ancient history of the heavens is turning, which cannot be subverted, and what is turning is the established eternal magic!
And in front of him, the Heihe River, which had been cut in two, was converging again.
The boundless fog was drifting, and it was impossible to see anything. The entire Heihe River was invisible, and it was deadly silent.
The ghostly soul voice sang in the fog, psychic and thorough, like the whisper of all spirits...
Uncharted territory, a hotbed of darkness.
Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles, the avenue is shattering, time and space are collapsing, and the chaotic sea is setting off huge waves.
Hundreds of millions of universes are as black as ink, arranged in distorted postures, forming an indescribably weird texture, looming in the fog...
And the things that consist of billions of universes are nothing but a scale of a creature hidden in the fog.
It is so huge that it cannot be described in words, it is so big that it exceeds the definition of the word big, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is infinite.
"Interesting, is Heihe just one of your tails? I underestimated you~."
After the creature hidden in the black mist appeared, even Jiang Feng sighed slightly.
You know, there are countless water droplets in a wave of the Heihe River, and each drop of water is at least a small world.
The immeasurable river water constitutes the Black River that can be called a multiverse.
However, the entire Black River is just a tail of the creature dormant in the fog.
A cold and silent eye, like a dark death star in the sea of chaos, hangs in that place of nothingness and silence, and slowly opens.
He is terrifying, like the source of darkness, an unknown origin, an indescribable existence that combines fear, disaster, and unknown.
He just opened his eyes, and Chaos, which had buried countless ancient histories, suddenly stopped.
The sky is falling apart, the sky is pierced, and the universe is constantly falling in the majestic rain of blood!
"God, it's dirty..."
The indescribable existence is roaring and whispering, like a behemoth standing outside the heavens of all ages, looking down on every inch and every corner of the world.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, the boundless darkness assimilated into chaos, and even the waves became a deep dark color.
It was just the sound of footsteps, like thunder on the avenue, causing the billions of worlds hanging above the Chaos Sea to tremble suddenly.
The fog was lifted, and black lightning illuminated its form.
In Jiang Feng's eyes, a strange monster with nine phoenix tails and nine real dragon heads stepped in the fog and looked down indifferently.
The surrounding space folds and rises like a picture scroll, setting off continuous waves, constantly collapsing and stretching, grotesque, twisted and deformed.
Just the natural flow of breath makes time and space chaotic and extremely unstable, and the original rules are rejected.
Nine tails burn dark real fire, encircling nine endless rivers of time, with secret connections between them.
But it is black, the same as Heihe's appearance.
What flows is countless ancient histories that have been buried and polluted, countless timelines that have been eroded...
It is constantly repeating back and forth, birth and death, and an endless cycle of reincarnation.
It seems to be the ultimate of all, the abyss of the depravity of all beings.
"How long has it been, I have been asleep for countless epochs, and finally a new emperor was born..."
The nine dragons at the head and the nine phoenixes at the end were sneering, their voices were deafening.
It seems that eighteen multiverses are connected from the beginning to the end, and there are countless strange black lights bursting out.
Just by opening his mouth, the waves of darkness rioted, thousands of realms roared, and some great realms were instantly blackened, lost their light, and fell into the chaotic sea.
Absorbed by tentacle-like black silk threads, it merged into the body of the nine-headed monster, increasing its original strength all the time.
"` .Latecomer, uh, you seem to be very young, incredible, such a short period of time, you can achieve such a state, you are really amazing..."
Nine monsters with eighteen pairs of vertical pupils pierced through the ages, and their tone fluctuated.
For the first time in history, the Emperor of Darkness, who had lived for a long time, was shocked.
From the endless heavens of mysterious light, he could vaguely see a ray of real, unusual youth.
Although such an existence has lost its meaning when it becomes enlightened, it cannot be defined by time.
But the duration of his enlightenment was so short that even he was amazed.
Such a creature is definitely the most potential existence he has ever seen.
The sun shines brightly, running through the past and the future, sinking countless epochs and great worlds, like a shining emperor star, shining forever!
The blazing flames have been burning since ancient times, and countless veins filled with the breath of time are running.
All of them are covered with black and red flames, and they will never fall in the burning, which establishes their characteristics of not falling.
The world of constant sand is born from blood and energy, and ten thousand worlds are born with one thought, eternal freedom, surrounded by time and space, destiny is held high, the roaring waves of the sea have disappeared, and the darkness has become the nutrient for burning.
Countless tentacles that spread over, trying to pull the humanoid existence into the endless abyss, all burned out of thin air, spreading across three thousand realms, without beginning or end!
Even the dark origin of the nine-headed monster has become a nutrient, and the law of the unfallen emperor cannot be avoided.
The black and red light can ignite everything, which is even more weird than weird. This method surprised the nine monsters.
"If it wasn't for the aura of the same origin as mine, I really mistakenly thought that you are also an emperor who has accepted the dark evolution..."
"I am very interested in your strength, and your imperial body is also the best food."
The nine-headed dragon head sucked the track of the road, like a beast that has found a sweet prey, looking at the humanoid creature in front of it, the concept of greed appeared in its eyes.
Chapter 274 : Battle of the Emperors, Concept Collision, Tampering Time and Space!
"Your words are a bit too much."
Calm words echoed from time and space.
Appearing in nothingness, the fluctuating and hazy concept, based on the supreme avenue, has transformed into a law.
The emperor's light illuminates the time and space of all worlds, and a kind of peaceful power is spreading.
The chaotic sea gradually calmed down, and the many great worlds suspended in the sky no longer trembled.
At the same time, the long river of time flows backwards and flows towards the past.
The established years were shaken, and the mighty power of the sky and the earth traced back to the world that was destroyed in the erosion of darkness before.
Bring them back to life and rescue them from the dark barriers.
The air mechanism of good fortune surges through the years, and the immeasurable life essence uncovers the dusty past.
This is a contest of Tao. Although neither side has directly fought, the confrontation is already going on in nothingness.
The mighty forces beyond the heavens are constantly colliding, good fortune and destruction are always competing, it is a contest of one's own way!
In an instant, nothing can be seen, the hazy light and shadow are blurred, untouchable, and the essence is too lofty.
The world is turned upside down, and the long river of time emerges, it flows backwards silently, and then suddenly flows forward.
The past and the future are all present, dreamy and ethereal.
Each picture, each figure, is the protagonist of the era, the proud son of the era.
The flow of the river 550 contains countless causes and effects, and it is flowing from the beginning of the first time and space, and it even covers the time lines of many multiverses.
But now, in the competition between the two unfallen emperors, it is constantly changing, erratic, and tampered with wantonly.
From time to time, he is coerced by the power of good fortune, going back to the worlds that have fallen, reshaping all the past, and defining all living beings and everything.
Sometimes it is torn apart by nine indescribably huge shadows, rolling forward.
Like a imprisoned scourge, put on shackles, to stay in the present, stagnant forever, and ruled by darkness.
The two are like the gods of creation, unscrupulously editing ancient history, kneading the results they want, and changing under their will.
It seems to be a competition of sculptures, craftsmanship, and endurance related to time and space, everything, and everything.
The established possibilities have been overturned, and everything has to be overthrown and restarted.
Even god kings are born and died in the interweaving of their thoughts, unable to escape, they are even insignificant than microbes.
The immeasurable phantom is changing, it seems that a second has passed, and it seems that hundreds of millions of epochs have passed.
Because time has been pushed aside, in the realm of the emperor, time should not flow, but should be retreated.
With one thought, the heavens sink, and with one thought, all worlds (abbe) are reborn.
In the end, the results of ancient history were successfully rewritten, and the sky above the Chaos Sea shone with light.
Dazzling spots of light separated from the body of the nine-headed monster. It was the vast world that was once swallowed by him, and now it was out of touch with his body and reappeared in the world.
"enough!"
The Nine-Headed Monster sneered coldly, and a trace of anger appeared on the face of thousands of faces.
Hundreds of millions of demon gods roared, and time and space also split into countless ferocious faces to roar.
The ubiquitous timeline is also exaggerated by evil thoughts, giving birth to negative evil intentions, turning into countless strange and unpredictable spirit snakes coiling around, roaring silently.
When the emperor was angry, the heavens were darkened, and the world was bloody.
He felt that his power was being lost, and those devoured worlds were part of his power, but now they were stripped out by that person openly.
The helplessness of watching his origin being taken away made him extremely angry.
In the competition of tampering with time and space, he lost completely. It wasn't because he missed a move, but because he was completely crushed.
The strength of that person's conceptual field is simply unbelievable.
As the one who achieved the status of emperor before the endless epoch, he was suppressed in all aspects, and there was no room for maneuver.
Is this really an unfallen emperor who has just entered this realm? Why is it so strong that he is terrified.
Or, during the years of his deep sleep, something out of control happened.
Unwilling, he stretched out his thoughts again, and the countless timelines became evil creatures at his command, roaring towards them, trying to pull down those revived Great Thousand Worlds.
But when it was about to be touched, they were all reduced to nothing, burned and assimilated by an inexplicable flame.
This thought was burnt clean again.
The new situation has been defined, cannot be changed, and is protected by supreme power, even the power of the dark emperor cannot act recklessly.
"You are really good!"
The nine monsters were extremely angry, and the eighteen multiverses were looming behind them, showing supreme power, but their size was much weaker than when they were awake.
How can he not be angry when his own power is drawn under his nose!
For countless years, how had he ever suffered such humiliation, and was still slapped in the face by a latecomer who was not in his eyes!
"For a long time, you have achieved this state in ancient times, but your progress is still weak, weaker than I imagined."
In what seemed like an eternity, like an instant, Jiang Feng shook his head slightly, and said something calmly.
His voice revealed deep disappointment.
The nine-headed monster is indeed very strong, there is no doubt about it, no emperor is weak.
Even in the Unfalling Emperor, it is definitely not a weak existence.
However, he needs to be compared with the weak to show his strength.
The inherent concept of measuring strength by the time of enlightenment is not in line with Jiang Feng.
Emperors have no age, but when two emperors meet, they have a unique age.
The Kowloon Head monster is very old, but in Jiang Feng's eyes, he is really weak.