Supreme God King

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Meng Fan stunned, hesitated for a moment and finally reacted, looking at Bai Shui'er with a shocked face, and said dumbly.

"She treats me... as a love rival?"

"Yep!"

Bai Shui'er nodded, helplessly said,

"After I found out that year, I kept a certain distance with her. Later, it was because I left the Bai family that I was not entangled by her anymore. Before that, she had approached me... what to say. , Was rejected by me, so she hated you and thought it was you... that took me away!"

With a word, the expression on Meng Fan's small face suddenly became extremely exciting.

If it was crushed by the three emperors, Meng Fan would have recognized it. After all, he killed the people of the Western Heaven God Clan, and the trees were beautiful in the woods, and the wind would destroy them. Several big families did not allow Meng Fan to become sacred.

If there is a king's soul to make a move, and Venerable Ke is behind, Meng Fan also recognizes that he is the apprentice of the old madman, and the master's grievances will naturally be repaid.

But there is an extra love rival out of thin air, and it is still a true peerless arrogant of the same line. The strength is terrifying to the extreme, and the most important thing is to return Nima... is a woman!

This feeling was even weird than a meteorite falling from the sky and hitting his head. It really made Meng Fan a little unbearable. He patted his head and muttered.

"Now I feel a little bit... I made a wrong choice when I came to the Middle Ages..."

"Haha!"

Tiandu smiled, and immediately looked at Meng Fan and said seriously,

"It is indeed possible to have this kind of choice. It is not too late, Meng Fan, if you don’t want to set foot in this imperial palace, the old man can keep you safe in this temple, and you can even practice in the old man’s place. If the old man is here, it will be extremely safe here!"

There is no doubt that there is a **** like Tiandu here, which is enough to help Meng Fan resist too many troubles. The unconsciousness is equivalent to a comfortable nest.

His eyes flashed, Meng Fan fell silent for a moment, arching his hands.

"Thank you, Mr. God, it's just me...I will definitely set foot in this imperial palace. This matter will not change, even if I already know... the future is unpredictable!"

This time, I don’t look back at the sea of ​​swords and fires, but when I go, I can swim!

This sentence is what Meng Fan said when he left Sifangyu. After many years, the Wuzhen teenager has never changed. He already knew that he would die, but some things... had to choose.

Not for becoming a god, not for fame or fortune, just to be able to...touch your fingertips, sister!

The imperial palace, the land of ten thousand yuan, Bai Rong once said that it was mysterious, but the gods were only able to walk 30% of the place, and such a place was the only place where Meng Fan looked for a reunited soul during these years source.

Therefore, Meng Fan had to go in this line, and he had to break into this level.

Looking at Meng Fan’s eyes, the sky froze, and finally sighed lightly,

"It’s up to you, then you will cultivate here. Although the old man’s place is simple and simple, some places are good enough to help you stabilize your own cultivation. As for how much you can improve, it depends on you. As for Meng Fan, I will Take you to another place..."

The voice fell, and at the same time Zhou Tian trembled, and the magic circle appeared.

Surrounding this hall is the ultimate heaven and earth array, and the majestic and wild aura hits, frantically rushing into everyone's body, making everyone in the entire field feel excited.

A sacred place for living, it is conceivable that in the eternal time, this place has been built by the elders of the sky to be extremely powerful, and the space contained therein absorbs the universe, and the cultivation here is a hundred times better than the outside world. Times, that kind of a large amount of wild aura gathered, and even had already condensed into liquid.

Such a place could not help but make Bai Shui'er and Cao Qiushui both look excited. Even among the imperial clan, there are absolutely not many places of this kind. It belongs to an excellent cave and heaven. With this kind of help, it is enough for them to have it. The best environment awaits... the imperial palace opens.

However, Meng Fanke, a holy place for cultivation, did not stay much, but was led by the old man in the capital to go straight to the apse. Among them, passing through the layers of the surrounding sky, caused Meng Fan's mouth to twitch. The defense here is extremely tight, and the space is confined.

Once it is touched, before the elders of Tiandu take the initiative to revolve the Zhoutian formation, the suppression of the universe is enough to crush a quasi-god.

There is no doubt that this is the top priority, and only then can the old man in the sky be so defensive.

And after passing through the palaces, what fell into Meng Fan's eyes was to see a passage, and down the way, only to find a hall sealed in it. The outside world looks no different at all. The entire hall is made of ancient bronze, covered with dust.

After Meng Fan walked in, his heart was shocked, because this is not an ordinary hall, but a...spiritual hall!

At a glance, there are several statues around it. Each statue is lifelike, depicting a character with his tablet in front. After stepping here, a sigh appeared on the face of the old man in Tiandu, and he whispered,

"Here..... is the memorial tablet after the death of my former brothers of the Samsara Temple Master. I stand here one by one, and will accompany them here every year...talk!"

The tone sighed, and at the same time, the old man of heaven stayed step by step under each spiritual position.

"It's a pity.... Many people here didn't even have bones. There were ancient battles. I don't know how many brothers died, and in the end they couldn't receive the bones. So I had to build a cloak mound for them. I hope I can return with my soul and get...a peace..."

With a word, Meng Fan was silent.

He has personally experienced the northern turmoil and the battle of the Emperor's Realm, and he has seen the scene of thousands of miles of sorrow and corpses all over the field. In that battle, countless brothers died. It was so tragic. It can resonate with Meng Fan.

Step by step, without a step, Meng Fan's expression was solemn, and he bowed to one of the tablets to show respect.

For many years, Meng Fan has swept through all the wasteland, how arrogant, but now here is like a child, extremely sincere, clearly understand that behind this tablet is a hero who used to fight against the world.

After a few steps, Meng Fan walked past the memorial tablet without knowing it, and finally saw a statue in the middle of it, which looked like a middle-aged man, but looked like an emperor with endless solemnity. Only after facing each other, Meng Fan's whole body was frozen, his body trembled violently, he stepped out, staring at the statue, and finally only two words were uttered.

"teacher...."

There is no doubt that this statue is Li Xuanhuang's spiritual position, and it was erected here by the old man in the sky. And what it portrays is when Li Xuanhuang was a little young, but that kind of aura is exactly the same, and Meng Fan can see it at a glance.

"Brother Xuanhuang's spiritual position is also placed here by me, and there is one thing you shouldn't know. Senior Brother Xuanhuang once sent me something here many years ago, and put it here. This thing...it should be. What he left for you and the letters he put here, you... read it for yourself!"

The old man in the sky sighed, and then backed silently, leaving the mourning hall, leaving only Meng Fan alone.

Looking at Li Xuanhuang's spiritual position, Meng Fan's heart was stirring, and stepping forward, he found a box in front of Li Xuanhuang's statue with a letter on it.

Reaching out and taking it out, Meng Fan glanced at the date still left on it, and found that this letter came from when he was sentenced to the Sea of ​​Samsara in a battle against the Immortal Gate.

Opening it up, Meng Fan found the rows of fonts above, dragons and phoenix dancing, extremely domineering.

The old madman traversed the world throughout his entire life, with his strength reaching the sky, even the words left behind were revealing a peculiar power. When he glanced at it, Meng Fan couldn't help but freeze his whole person, staring at every word on this letter.

"Junior Brother Tiandu... are you okay? This time I am looking for you just hoping that you can save something for me. If someone comes to fetch it, he will give it to him. This person should be... mine Disciple, although he has never seen my teacher, and I have never seen him a disciple, I, Li Xuanhuang, are sure that he is my disciple!"

"Hehe, maybe you don’t believe me. I feel that this little guy is very similar to me. He is condensing my body of fighting monsters. It is very good. I have never seen such a little guy in many years. It is not just a hard practice. It's the kind of arrogance in his bones, I feel exactly the same as mine!"

"Is it a descendant? I didn’t know what it was like before, but now I find that this feeling is really good. Watching him grow, watch him improve, and watch his arrogance. Extraordinarily happy.

His arrogance is even stronger than me. In the First World War, the Gate of Immortality actually broke into their base camp, haha...Although he was annoyed by his recklessness, I was really happy, although I could not tell him, so I Throw him into the sea of ​​exile without his knowledge, hoping that he can grow up again..."

"It's just that I'm really worried. That kind of feeling, since I want to see him improve, a boy turns into a man, but I don't want him to get hurt... This is my disciple, I can see him I’m more proud of my breakthrough than I did in the past, and I’m even more proud..."

"I really hope that he can surpass me, Junior Brother Tiandu, I will keep this thing for you. My disciple will definitely come here one day, and it will be given to him at that time. If I am not there, I will help. I take care of him and don’t let anyone hurt him...hehe, it’s a woman here, because I really...want to know what my disciple...what did Meng Fan look like at that time? , Is it good or bad?"

.......

Rows of fonts fell into his eyes, and Meng Fan couldn't help but read them carefully. The whole person was completely lost and stared at the handwriting on it.

For many years of life and death, the strong crushed. No one has ever taken care of Meng Fan. I don't know how many people want his life to truly give Meng Fan's family warmth. One is Ruo Shuiyi and the other is an old lunatic.

When he followed the old madman to cultivate in Black Dragon Cliff, the latter was like an elder, teaching him and punishing him, full of infinite majesty, and never had a soft word.

But now it was Meng Fan who saw the old madman's real thoughts, what he had done step by step for him, and even at that time, he left this thing in the imperial palace and gave it to the old man in heaven.

The imperial clan crushed and killed endlessly, Meng Fan had only one person to bear, and there was never any retreat.

But at this moment, under the statue of the old madman, it made Meng Fan's heart tremble, like a child, his eyes were sour, and he felt that his tears were about to flow down.

In Meng Fan's eyes, there is the majesty of the old madman, with his fists that beat Meng Fan, and the smile of his death.....

My disciple is called...Meng Fan...

Holding this letter, Meng Fan raised his head, trying to hold back his tears, but a drop of crystal tears fell and fell on the letter.

"teacher......"