Chapter 885

If it were just Immortal Weapons, he wouldn't be afraid.

There were people behind both.

The Undying Emperor might not know, but Jiang Nan knew that the Emperor Venerable wasn't dead either.

It would only be more terrifying.

This was an even bigger old schemer.

He couldn't stay any longer; he had to find a way to leave.

The Undying Emperor was just arrogant and murderous, but if this Emperor Venerable had more layouts, it would be infinitely more troublesome.

Is this why the future was blurry and invisible?

This was a life-and-death crisis.

If it were any previous Supreme Ancient Emperor, they might have been wiped out here in a single encounter.

Just like those who entered the chaos cave of the Immortal Path and were wiped out by the Emperor Venerable.

Without much ripple.

Everything was sealed: space-time reincarnation, chaos planes, life-and-death extremes, fate and cause-and-effect.

Knowing he was not a person of this world, he couldn't even leave by crossing domains.

Can't leave?

Jiang Nan narrowed his eyes, his body like eternity, an invincible impact.

Slaughtering until the Immortal-Becoming Cauldron hissed, slaughtering until the Heavenly Blade wailed... he himself was also bathed in blood.

Hum! Just at this moment, the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin appeared on this chaotic battlefield.

"Get lost."

"Seeking death." The Undying Emperor was fierce and crazy, daring to slash even this.

However, there was not much reaction; he couldn't slash it.

The Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin seemed to be signaling Jiang Nan to sit on it and leave.

Jiang Nan received the message and stepped over.

He also staggered again, his back covered in blood and flesh.

Afterwards, the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin carried him and crossed through the chaos.

Behind him, the Undying Heavenly Blade and the Immortal-Becoming Cauldron hissed one after another, their killing intent piercing through, but it was just a slight ripple before they disappeared.

"No, no... where are you taking me?" Jiang Nan was covered in wounds, just about to catch his breath and adjust himself, when he suddenly frowned.

"Damn it, stop." Jiang Nan's expression changed, and he cursed.

This space-time was a bit chaotic, and the chaos was even more chaotic.

It was very wrong.

It was true that the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin was rescuing him, but it didn't make it clear where it was going.

He hadn't said he wanted to go.

It seemed too late to leave now.

"You damn thing."