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Chapter 629: The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons: Exhaust Zhang Fan to death!

In an instant, the runes on the surface of the Hongmeng God-Devouring Spear dimmed.

The tip of the gun was directly broken off, turning into countless fragments that flew everywhere.

The ancestor of all dragons had a look of disbelief on his face, and roared, "Impossible! How could my Hongmeng Devouring God Spear..."

Immediately afterwards, the Hongmeng World-Destroying Tower shook violently, the tower door slowly opened, and a black lightning flew out from it.

The lightning had a strange shape, like a sword but not a sword, like a gun but not a gun, and it emitted a deep black luster all over.

Zhang Fan had an idea.

Black lightning shot towards the alchemy furnace of the Ten Thousand Phoenix God.

Lightning struck the alchemy furnace, causing an earth-shattering explosion.

The flame runes on the alchemy furnace were extinguished instantly, cracks appeared on the furnace body, and purple flames leaked out madly.

The Ten Thousand Phoenix Ancestor God spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and he cried out in despair: "No!"

After piercing through the alchemy furnace, the black lightning continued to move forward and met the Hongmeng colored glaze bead of the ancestor of all Buddhas.

boom!
The Hongmeng colored glaze bead was directly shaken away, and the ancestor of all Buddhas frowned, unable to hide the shock in his eyes.

At this time, the seal of the ancestor god Wanlin fell down with a loud bang.

The black lightning hit the seal, making a dull collision sound.

The sound was like a heavy hammer, shaking everyone's soul.

The seal's forward movement slowed down and it was stuck in mid-air.

Wanlin Zushen looked solemn: "How could this Zhang Fan be so powerful? How did he cultivate?"

Zhang Fan controlled the Hongmeng World-Destroying Tower and faced the attacks of the six giants with ease, not losing the upper hand at all.

The six giants were secretly anxious, with beads of sweat oozing from their foreheads.

All six of them were at the level of the Original Spirit, holding the Great Treasure of Hongmeng, yet they were unable to defeat Zhang Fan even when they joined forces.

This was a great humiliation and was unbelievable to the six giants.

They can't accept it!

The Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor sent a message to the other five people: "This kid's strength is strange, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win by force!"

"For now, we can only compete with him in terms of Hongmeng's power reserves. With the strength of six of us, we should be able to wear him down!"

Upon hearing this, the other five giants nodded in agreement.

No matter how strong Zhang Fan is, he has only just broken through. The chaotic void in his body has just evolved, and the power of Hongmeng is limited.

And these six giants have already broken through endless years and have stored vast amounts of primordial power in their bodies.

Since we can't defeat Zhang Fan right away, let's just fight him slowly!
It can always wear Zhang Fan down!

Once his power reserves are exhausted, it will be a matter of life and death for him!

The ancestor of all demons took the lead in mobilizing his magic power, controlling the millstone of destruction, attacking Zhang Fan again and again, and each attack was filled with endless murderous intent.

The ancestor of all dragons was not to be outdone. He tightly grasped the blood-red spear, with the dragon pattern on the spear shining brightly, and he charged out frequently.

The gunshots whistled, tearing the space apart wherever they went.

"I want to see how long you can hold on!"

The Ten Thousand Phoenixes Ancestral God controlled the alchemy furnace, and purple flames gushed out of the furnace like a tide, rushing towards Zhang Fan.

The ancestor of all Buddhas put his hands together, and the Hongmeng glass beads kept spinning, releasing an even more powerful purifying force.

The ancestor of all Buddhas muttered something in a deep and powerful voice:
"The sea of ​​suffering is endless. Turn back before it's too late. If you give up resistance now, you can still avoid this endless torture!"

The ancestor god Wanlin stepped on the purple auspicious clouds, holding high the Hongmeng Zhentian Seal, and suppressed down again and again with terrifying power.

Zhang Fan was very clear about the plans of the six giants.

His expression remained calm, revealing a disdainful smile: "Just you guys, do you think you can kill me?"

He mobilized the power in his body, and the Hongmeng World-Destroying Tower shone brightly, releasing a more powerful black mist. The black energy cloud expanded again, tightly guarding Zhang Fan inside, resisting the tide-like attack.

The forces of both sides collided, causing a deafening roar, and the entire battlefield was filled with powerful force.

Space continued to twist and break, and time became chaotic, as if the whole world was in chaos.

A powerful energy storm raged, and the surrounding mountains, rivers and land were turned into dust under this terrifying force.

Time passed day by day, one year, two years, three years...

Ten years passed in a blink of an eye, and Zhang Fan was still as strong as before, his breathing was steady, without any signs of weakness.

His figure is like a towering mountain, standing tall and unshakable.

The expression of the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor was extremely ugly, his demon flame was shaking violently due to anger, and his face was full of ferocity:
"How can this be!"

"How come his Hongmeng power is so endless?"

The eyes of the Ten Thousand Dragons Ancestor were red, and he roared angrily: "Is this kid a monster? After ten years of high-intensity fighting, he can still hold on! Damn it!"

The purple flame of the Ten Thousand Phoenix Ancestor God dimmed a bit, his face was full of anxiety and unwillingness, and he screamed:

"Impossible, I don't believe it. Why hasn't he fallen yet?"

The ancestor of all Buddhas, the ancestor of all monsters, and the ancestor of all unicorns were also furious.

They had originally planned to take advantage of the fact that Zhang Fan had just broken through and his reserves of Hongmeng power were limited, and wanted to exhaust him to death.

The result was contrary to expectations!

After ten years of fierce fighting, the reserve of Hongmeng power in Zhang Fan's body showed no signs of depletion or weakness.

How can this be?

Facing the six angry giants, Zhang Fan raised his lips slightly and revealed a faint smile: "Do you want to know why?"

The offensive of the six giants paused, their eyes filled with anger and confusion.

Zhang Fan waved his hand, and three thousand figures appeared around him.

Each figure looked exactly like Zhang Fan, and had the same aura. They were none other than the 3000 divine clones!
As soon as the 3000 divine clones appeared, they tore through the chaotic void barrier and opened up the passage to the Hongmeng Sea.

Thick purple liquid, like a river flowing back from the sky, surged down from the cracks and continuously flowed into Zhang Fan's body.

When the six giants saw this scene, the anger on their faces froze instantly and their eyes were filled with shock.

"This...this...how come there are so many clones?"

The dragon shadow of the ancestor of all dragons curled up in fear, and the blood-red spear in his hand almost fell. His voice trembled:

"Three thousand clones, each of them can break the barrier of the chaotic void. Could it be that they are all at the level of the founding spirit?"

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

The purple flame of the Ten Thousand Phoenix God was extinguished in an instant, and he widened his eyes, unable to believe what he saw.

The Buddha's light of the ancestor of all Buddhas dimmed instantly, and he stopped clasping his hands together, muttering to himself:

"3000 clones of the founding spirit... there's no hope!"

The ancestor of all demons, the ancestor of all monsters, and the ancestor of all unicorns all had grim expressions.

They never imagined that Zhang Fan actually had 3000 clones of the founding spirit. How the hell could they play with this?
No wonder after ten years of fighting, they were almost drained, but Zhang Fan’s reserves of Hongmeng power were not exhausted.

It turns out... Zhang Fan has 3000 clones of the founding spirit!
The six giants realized that there was no hope, absolutely no hope!
Zhang Fan has three thousand clones. Even if he tires them to death, Zhang Fan’s Hongmeng power will not be exhausted.

For a while.

The six giants, who were originally furious, were left with endless resentment and anger, but they were helpless.

Zhang Fan, surrounded by his divine clones, looked at the six giants indifferently:

"You guys were the ones attacking just now, now it's my turn!"

(End of this chapter)