Supreme God King

Of the six **** kings, two were swallowed, only in a few breaths.

Meng Fan was holding the yin and yang spear evolved from the true meaning of good fortune, behind him faintly, was a vast world, in which the vitality, without hindrance, was completely integrated into Meng Fan's body.

The remaining four **** kings, including the thirteen hall masters in the distant hall, see this scene, how can you not be shocked?

God king, the supreme world.

The two were wiped out in the blink of an eye, and there was a vitality support of a great world behind him. At this moment, even the thirteen hall masters, his eyelids would be beating.

Meng Fan, the overlord of the Ten Thousand Territories, is not a few hundred-year-old kid like Wang Tiandi.

He dared to step into the restricted area with great certainty!

"kill."

A thought shot out, revealing the thirteen hall masters' lore will. Immediately, they had arranged it long ago, waiting for Meng Fan to enter in order to carry out the many methods of encirclement and suppression.

The originally faint and pervasive black death aura suddenly rolled over, like a sea of ​​clouds rolling, in which bursts of hoarse and weird laughter came out, which was a certain force, which was moved here by the thirteen hall masters by great means, but after two or three breaths , It is a ghost, rushing out!

That's right, the ghost.

The deformed monster created by the lord of the thirteen halls with the aura of black death, is best at attacking assassinated ghosts. It can be said that this kind of monster feeds on the aura of black death, secretly assassinating Wushuang. The ghost of the earth caused many people in the Ten Thousand Territory to change their colors.

And at this moment, where are the seventy-two earth ghosts.

Thousands!

Meng Fan glanced over.

I don’t know what method and mentality of the thirteen hall masters, after resurrecting the seventy-two earth ghosts of the year, they used the evolution of the black death air to create such a large number of earth ghosts. Thousands of black death monsters with the ultimate mastery of assassination methods appear, even for an overbearing **** king of Meng Fan's level, it is a great skill!

"Thirteen Palace Masters, what a cruel method, it seems that for this time the source of the heavens opens, you have made all the preparations, but I'm afraid, a hundred secrets!"

Meng Fan is proud and has repeatedly raised his aura, holding a yin and yang spear in his right hand, and his whole body is like a giant bow.

At this moment, in the billowing black death, Meng Fan's figure seemed as if the ancient **** of war was coming!

Throw!

The yin and yang spear pierced the sky, and at a speed that the eyes of the **** king could hardly see, it directly inserted into the body of a **** king beside Han Zhongsheng, threw it through, hitting hundreds of thousands of miles away, and nailed it fiercely. On the black soil plain, let it wailing.

Immediately afterwards, he rose in the air, raised his arms, and fisted and killed!

Behind him, the sentient being fled, and the remaining vitality in the already empty universe was constantly being consumed, adding tens of thousands of murderous intent to each of Meng Fan's punches, falling like a meteor shower that destroyed the world, smashing into thousands of ghosts.

With bursts of hoarse wailing and cursing, many of the ghosts shattered into fragments in the frantic bombardment of Emperor Quan, and were immediately torn apart a huge hole. Meng Fan stared at the gap, and when he moved, he shuttled out and came directly to Han Zhongsheng. Three feet.

Han Zhongsheng's brows jumped, his color lost in shock, and his original source was shaking uncontrollably. In a panic, he bit his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood from the king of gods. Just touching the surrounding black death, he burned crazily and immediately spread. Attack and kill Meng Fan with the blood and flames of his **** king.

"A good method, it's just a little naive." Meng Fan's voice was flat, one hand suddenly stuck out, ignoring the burning of the blood of the **** king, letting the flesh and blood on his arm rot, five fingers stuck out, fingertips wrapped with a hint of end. He directly caught Han Zhongsheng's choking throat.

Mind attack and kill!

Han Zhongsheng's eyes were wide open, giving birth to a thick intention of death. Without any struggle, his body, laws, and vitality began to burn, and then he blew himself up!

The corner of Meng Fan's mouth raised: "Good decision!"

Before his words fell, a **** king exploded everything, and the impact of ruining the world spread out and immediately swallowed Meng Fan. At the same time, the remaining two **** kings around did not have time to dodge, and were strongly impacted. Zhen vomited blood and flew backwards. Many of the nearby ghosts rushed to flee without time. They were burned to dust in the blink of an eye.

A divine soul flew out from the explosion, and it was the broken spirit of Zhongsheng Han, hurried to the thirteen hall masters.

The explosion of the King of God not only blasted a terrifying crack on the plain, but thousands of layers of space were also penetrated in an instant.

After a while, the original flame of God King went out.

In the flames, a figure flickered endlessly.

Meng Fan's blue shirt has turned into burning fly ash, and his naked body is as beautiful as ancient carvings, except that there are many shocking cracks in his body, and many wounds are deeply visible in bones. But even so, Meng Fan's expression is still calm. The breath is still symmetrical, the momentum is still tyrannical!

"I, how many fights have I passed through today?" Meng Fan slowly said, as if asking himself, and as if asking the thirteen hall masters. "Every fight makes me stronger, every battle is a tempering of my martial arts, and every near-death experience is a melting pot that reshapes my soul. Those who try to kill me Those who fail to kill make me stronger."

Following his words, the universe of the phantom behind him began to collapse and shatter.

After the final blow of the Promise Sect Master, the remaining vitality was finally squeezed into Meng Fan’s body, urging his true intentions of good fortune to circulate around him, and the broken flesh and blood re-growth, those The broken bones healed again.

In the end, the phantom of the universe gradually became ethereal and finally dissipated.

When the Promise Sect Master burned his own 300,000-year lifespan and performed a killer blow on the Taoist priests of Taichu, he said that the universe of the universe is dead.

Now, the universe of the universe is truly dead, completely collapsed, and even the last trace of vitality is drained.

With the vitality of the entire world, with the power of the world, to reshape a person's physical body, the physical body of Meng Fan at this moment is stronger and stronger than before.

"Thirteen Hall Masters." Meng Fan whispered, "Don't you want to make a move?"

The misty and faint voices diffused out and echoed throughout the restricted area. They were suspecting and provoking the prestige accumulated over countless years in the restricted area.

The thirteen pillars still stood still.

The hall remained silent.

Meng Fan smiled coldly.

Standing in the midst of the explosion flames of the **** king, raised his hands.

"I am not the first person to step into the restricted area in history."

As soon as these words came out, the silent palace suddenly began to shake. It was the lord of the palace and could not sit still.

"Old Man Pishan, Emperor Big Dipper, magnificent." Meng Fan smiled. It was a smile from the heart. He remembered the moment when he played music to see the old man Pishan off, and remembered the Big Dipper Emperor stepping into the restricted area with great heroism. The moment against the thirteen hall masters!

"I am Meng Fan.

Overlord of Wanyu. Budo swallows heaven and earth. Diquan coerced the Quartet. Against God means disregarding the laws of the heavens. The true meaning of the avenue swept thousands of gods and Buddhas. Inherit the two true meanings of martial arts, the old man Pishan and the Big Dipper. There are two ancestors in front, stepping into the restricted area, why should I not? "

Words, incomparable tranquility, but the three remaining divine kings who are still seriously injured, the panic in their eyes is indescribable, the inner fluctuations cannot be calmed, even the thousands of ghosts who are the most proficient in assassination in the world facing Meng Fan , Did not dare to sneak forward.

Meng Fan stretched out both hands.

The two martial arts are condensed.

Mountain knife with one hand.

One-handed Beidou sword.

Slash out!

The endless black soil plain in the forbidden zone cracked at the sound, huge ravines spread in all directions, the world was shaking, I don’t know how many fortresses that gave birth to black death in this knife, I don’t know how many creatures derived from black death He died in this knife room!

"I use the restricted area to pay tribute to the ancestors, and I use the restricted area to pay tribute to the monkeys! Brother, the blood of the ghosts in the restricted area, come and drink with me!"

Another knife!

The restricted area is constantly being cut!

One shot, shaking the forbidden area, this kind of power, even the most fierce and evil existence in the forbidden area is frightened, even if there are many ghosts, they dare not go forward, and the remaining two gods only retreat, and they dare not resist the mountain knife. The edge!

But where would Meng Fan let them escape?

Flick the finger of the other hand.

The Beidou Sword, silently cut through the space, and took the eye of a god!

The speed is too fast, even the king of gods can’t see clearly. It’s just that in the dark, I feel the life and death pass, and in extreme fear, the vitality is continuously released to form layers of defense, but it is unstoppable by the Beidou sword Easy to penetrate.

Penetrate the eyebrows.

Tear the source.

After Wang Tiandi died physically and mentally, Han Zhongsheng exploded everything, two **** kings were strangled by Meng Fan Yin and Yang spear, the fifth **** king in the restricted area fell!

The Beidou sword turned its momentum and stab at the last **** king!

At the same time, Meng Fan raised his hand again, and the Mountain Splitting Knife was even more fierce with every cut. When this third knife fell, the foundation laid in the restricted area for so many years would also be destroyed!

However, Meng Fan did not drop the third sword, nor did the Beidou sword intent obliterate the last **** king. Instead, the corner of his mouth was raised, and all the offensives were suddenly stopped. He stepped on thirteen times alternately and retreated quickly. When he took a step back, the black earth that he had stepped on in the previous step would explode, and a pillar would rise from the ground.

Thirteen pillars engraved with countless secrets of the restricted area, entwining the purest black death air.

At the top of each pillar, there is a person sitting.

Meng Fan squinted his eyes slightly, his pupils flickered, and laughed wildly: "Thirteen Palace Masters!"

The thirteen people sitting firmly on the thirteen pillars said in unison: "Meng Fan!"

Six palms entwining the intense black death air blasted out, covering the six directions, front and back, left and right up and down, without any blind spots, loopholes, a lore!

Thirteen hall masters, everyone is a powerful **** king.

And what is truly terrifying is not only the mysterious black death air they have, but also the thirteen hall masters, who are originally one. The two hall masters work together to double their power, and the three masters join hands to double again and accumulate. The more hall masters join forces to attack, the greater the power.

Back then, the thirteen hall masters' black death aura blended into one body, directly injuring the ancient emperor and hiding him for countless years!

At this moment.

The thirteen hall masters all appeared together.

Siege Meng Fan!

How can the name of the restricted area be a vain name!