Chapter 1683 The Battle of the Trend
Unfortunately, Hongjun suffered two consecutive losses at the hands of Zhang Qian, losing the Linglong Pagoda of Heaven and Earth and the Four Swords of Zhu Xian one after another. How could he not be prepared? Before offering the Chaos Hengtian Instrument, he hid his half of the Treasure-Finning Rock in the dark and secretly captured this Chaos Magic Treasure, just to prevent Zhang Qian from suddenly using his Treasure-Finning Rock and snatching his treasure.

The only thing that can deal with Fenbao Rock is Fenbao Rock. The originally complete Fenbao Rock was broken into two halves, falling into the hands of Hongjun and Zhang Qian respectively. Either of them could snatch the other's treasure at any time.

Before, Hongjun had provoked Zhang Qian to use the Chaos Pearl, with the idea of ​​giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Unfortunately, Zhang Qian was not fooled at all, and the Chaos Pearl was rapidly approaching the connection point between the trunk and roots of the Tongtian Jianmu tree. How could he possibly make it appear?

After the Three Corpse Clones, which were blessed by the Chaos Hengtian Instrument, had their strength increased to the same level as that of everyone working together, they no longer changed, perfectly conforming to the principle of power balance.

However, this balance is an overall balance. If Wan Wuyi joins the battle, the strength of Zhang Qian's people will increase, and the strength of the Three Corpses will increase again until it is balanced with everyone.

Such a rogue treasure makes everyone's scalp tingle. They have no idea how to crack it, and even thinking about it makes them feel unsolvable.

How could it be possible that Hongjun could easily crack the trump card he kept? Zhang Qian, with the help of 1 billion rule gods, fought with the three corpse clones while quickly thinking of a way to crack the card.

With the blessing of one billion rule gods and a state of near omniscience and omnipotence, he vaguely discovered the Treasure Fen Rock that protected the Chaos Hengtian Instrument.

"You are so vigilant that you have used your own Treasure Dividing Rock to protect this treasure in advance. How can I snatch it from you?"

Every time he met Hongjun, all he thought about was snatching the treasure from the other party, and the rest was for other purposes. However, he could do it once or twice, but not three times. Hongjun was not a fool, so how could he let him succeed for the third time?
"Wan Wuyi, how long are you going to delay? Get rid of Di Jun quickly, we can't stop him anymore!"

Zhang Qian suddenly shouted and glanced towards Wan Wuyi, who was beating Di Jun with great pleasure.

Even if 500,000 demon shadows merged into his body and received 500,000 times the blessing, Di Jun was still not a match for Wan Wuyi. If Wan Wuyi had not integrated the fragments of the will of those transcendent strong men, Di Jun's first magic skill would indeed be the nemesis of all unorthodox methods, and could have led Wan Wuyi's immortal thoughts into the magic way, thereby easily defeating the opponent.

However, after perfectly integrating the fragments of the wills of those transcendental powerful beings, Wanwuyi's immortal thought transformed once again, and there was a hint of transcendent aura. Although this aura was extremely inconspicuous, it was also extraordinary.

This is a power that comes from a transcendentally powerful being and from outside the universe, overwhelming all the power in this vast universe!
"Hahahaha, don't worry, neither Di Jun nor Hong Jun will be well today!"

Wan Wuyi laughed wildly and continued to do as he pleased, with no intention of turning around to deal with Hongjun.

"hateful!"

Zhulong let out a low roar and directly transformed into the body of a true dragon that was billions of miles long, with its pitch-black dragon scales flickering. He was temporarily deprived of the power of the law of time by Hongjun and could only exert the magical powers of his dragon bloodline. However, these magical powers were indeed powerful against others, but were of little use against Hongjun's three corpse clones.

He had to fight with his real dragon body and his own brute force.

"Zhang Qian, Pan Zu! I know you still have many cards up your sleeve. What are you still hiding? If we lose this battle, the situation in the prehistoric world will change drastically. Hongjun's luck will soar, and his reputation will be immeasurable. He may even become a saint. Are you willing to accept this?"

Zhulong, who had transformed into his true form, shouted loudly. Although his words were somewhat alarmist, the urgency in his tone was unstoppable. "Lose? Hahahaha, don't worry, we won't lose this battle. Don't you feel that the luck of the entire prehistoric world is converging on us?"

At this moment, Panzu suddenly burst into laughter.

"This luck?"

As soon as Pan Zu's words came out, Zhulong immediately sensed it. He hadn't paid much attention to it before, but after fighting for such a long time, everyone present felt that almost infinite luck was gathering from the entire prehistoric world and blessing them.

This good fortune was a temporary blessing, and it was not something that everyone would get permanently. But even so, with the blessing of the magnificent power of good fortune, the situation that was dangerous at the beginning suddenly improved, and they gradually became able to handle it with ease.

"How could this happen? Where does such a magnificent fortune come from?"

Feng Zu was a little confused and asked.

“Where else could it come from?” Zhang Qian slashed a beam of destructive divine light with his sword and said in a concentrated voice: “The entire prehistoric world knows about our battle. Who among all the prehistoric powers wants us to fail? Once we fail, Hongjun will completely rise to power, and no one can stop us on our path to becoming a saint! In this battle, we are carrying the hopes of countless prehistoric powers, their ambitions, and their aspirations. It is impossible to count the exact number of people. With so many powerful people placing their hopes on us, we will naturally be blessed with infinite luck!”

"You're right. This battle is no longer a battle to rescue Zulong, but a battle to determine the future fate and trend of the prehistoric world!"

Pan Zu smiled heroically, but he saw it very clearly.

Only then did Feng Zu finally understand the true significance of this battle. Indeed, from the moment everyone faced Hongjun, this battle was no longer as simple as rescuing Zulong, but became a battle that would determine the future of the prehistoric world.

If Zhang Qian and the others lost, no one would be able to stop Hongjun's future path, and becoming a saint would be almost a hundred percent certain. On the contrary, if Hongjun lost this battle, his prestige would plummet, his luck would plummet, and he might even lose some of the favor of heaven, and his path to becoming a saint would become uncertain.

At this moment, countless powerful people in the entire prehistoric world have torn their faces with Hongjun. With the help of Zhang Qian and others, they issued a silent cry, because the outcome of this battle will determine the ambitions of countless people!

The road to becoming a saint cannot afford to lose. If you lose once, the chance of becoming a saint will drop by half, or even there will be no chance of becoming a saint anymore. There is only one way to become a saint, and that is to win all the way until everyone is willing to admire and submit to you.

Hongjun naturally understood the importance of this battle. In fact, after failing to recruit Pangu and the Three Pure Ones as his disciples again, he realized that his path to becoming a saint was to fight his way up, and there was no other way.

So he had to fight. He came to the easternmost place and under the towering Jianmu, just to let the entire world see clearly his own strength and his power that overwhelmed everything!

No one can lose!
The cost of failure is too heavy, even beyond the imagination of both sides!
"You are all ants!" Hongjun's indifferent voice sounded, "It is useless for you to stop me from becoming a saint. My becoming a saint is destined by heaven and is part of the general trend. No one can change it. All your efforts are in vain!"

There was no trace of anger in his words. It was as if he was narrating something that was bound to happen, full of unparalleled confidence.

(End of this chapter)