Supreme God King

In the Ziguang Empire, the golden tower is blooming.

This Golden Palace Master’s tool of enlightenment may not be powerful, otherwise, the Golden Palace Master would not be in the ten thousand realms, and would never make a move.

The only time he shot was to kill Meng Fan, but was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Qiankun Ark.

But the eight pavilions of the Ziguang Empire have one thing in common, that is, the convergence of humanity, and the sea of ​​all rivers!

The strongest blow of the Judgment King's Great Sword of Judgment is to communicate with the void and connect the Judgment Hall of the Purple Light Empire. Tens of thousands of the most elite judges of the Purple Light Empire will jointly pronounce the judgment, thus gathering the power of majestic judgment.

The Dean of Baisheng, communicated with Baisheng Academy, and hundreds of thousands of students read billions of trillions of classics, which gathered into a torrent of words and formed a powerful seal.

The human emperor throne and humane canopy of the two kings of Jueping were also baptized by the humane aura of the purple light empire and became powerful. Among them, the human emperor throne is the supreme treasure obtained by the purple light empire from fighting in all directions.

This is the characteristic of the Ziguang Empire. Humanity converges, and all rivers become a sea. As the eight pavilions with the highest status of the Ziguang Empire, it has developed a characteristic to the extreme.

The ruling palace represents the law.

Baisheng Academy represents knowledge.

The golden palace represents prosperity and prosperity.

At this moment, the Golden Pagoda flourished in the Ziguang Empire, and was immediately affected by the prosperous and humane atmosphere of the entire Ziguang Empire. It became extremely majestic, and the storm was swept by the storm!

Meng Fan threw a punch.

collision!

A moment of breathing.

Within a radius of tens of millions of miles, the land, densely covered with beautiful jade and jade columns, has been turned into dust. I don't know how many creatures were wiped out at the moment of breathing!

The surviving **** kings around him kept retreating even more.

This blow was a collision between Meng Fan and the prosperity and humanity of the capital of the Ziguang Empire!

It horribly destroyed a quarter of the capital.

As for Meng Fan, his flesh and blood were torn apart, but just as one breath destroyed tens of thousands of miles of territory when he shot, it was also a breath at this moment, and all flesh and blood injuries were restored.

The Lord of the Golden Palace raised his hand to grasp the Golden Tower, and stared at Meng Fan intently.

Meng Fan shook his body and recovered all the injuries caused by the impact just now, even the smallest ones. He whispered, "I have an enemy and friend on the road to Shenyin. He is a giant of Shenyin. He condensed two incarnations with heaven-defying means. The biggest difference from the ordinary **** king clones is that his two incarnations are both his deities."

In a word, the gaze of the Golden Palace Master became deeper and deeper.

But the awkward Ziguang kings around him couldn't understand Meng Fan's words at all, just because of Meng Fan's identity as the Great Emperor of Wanyu, knowing that every word he said must have profound and instinctive thinking.

"The Great Tribulation of the Era is coming, we will have a period of time later, the Central Emperor."

Meng Fan’s words seemed to be addressed to the entire Purple Light Empire, and also to the Golden Palace Lord in front of him. Then, when he retreated, he disappeared out of thin air. None of the kings present could detect Meng Fan. Breath.

Step into the Purple Light Empire at will and leave at will.

In the Ten Thousand Realms, the Kings of Ziguang had seen too many terrorist methods of Meng Fan, and they had also seen this kind of terrorist power that no one could keep, they were numb now.

But still, there are lingering fears.

This time, the Ziguang Empire lost terribly.

Wanyu, in the headquarters of the Dark Alliance.

Meng Fan appeared quietly.

It was not until he appeared that the aura of the entire Ten Thousand Territories really settled down. Even if the Purple Light Empire forces withdrew, but Meng Fan was not there, everyone was uneasy. This war did not end completely. He is the entire dark alliance. Almost the Dinghai Shen Needle of the entire Wanyu.

At the end of the war, the dark alliance quickly cleared everything by means of changing the world, rebuilding some dark alliance strongholds, repairing the formation, and cleaning up the corpses. These are trivial things. During the war, the loss of the dark alliance is compared to the Purple Light Empire. Almost negligible, none of the Ten Thousand Realms God King, the Universe God King, has fallen.

People at the first level of the God King, unless they encounter people like Meng Fan, Gu Huang, Princess Yueyue, who have the true meaning of the Dao, are so horrible and abnormal, even though they are the God King, they have infinitely surpassed the realm of the God King. To be killed, the **** kings are all highly trained figures of flesh and blood, and they are all bosses who have lived for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years and hundreds of thousands of years. There are endless means to save their lives. It is too difficult to be killed. .

Until the final defeat of the Purple Light Empire and a large number of God Kings fled, there were 22 besieged Purple Light God Kings who were besieged to death. In addition, the Undead King of the Purple Light Empire was pursued and killed by Meng Fan.

In this war, almost all of the people who died at the first level of the **** king belonged to the Purple Light Empire, and only the Promise Sect Master.

After Meng Fan returned to Wanyu, he glanced at him, and all the aftermath work went smoothly without his instructions. He went directly to a square at the headquarters of the Dark League, picked up the body of the Promise Sect Master, and walked there step by step. The Hall of Valor, together with the guardian of the Hall of Valor, buried the Wuji Sect Master in it together, turned into a coffin, and wrote the life of the Sect Master by himself.

The lonely arrogant person on the side did not speak, but accompanied Meng Fan, paying homage to the Wuji Sect Master by watching.

Meng Fan raised his head and looked at some suspended coffins and spirit cards around him. They were many dark alliance fighters and the names of Burning Heavenly Order.

"Heart arrogant, the people of the Purple Light Empire call me Emperor Wanyu."

Meng Fan said suddenly.

Lonely laughed proudly: "You didn't scold them? If it were me, I would scold you, ‘you are the emperor of Wanyu, and your whole family is the emperor of Wanyu’."

Meng Fan also smiled, but this smile was a bit bitter.

"I have gone so far, but I can't even resurrect the **** monkey or sister. The title of the great emperor is really ridiculous."

Solitary and arrogantly straightening out his increasingly gray hair, although his face is still young, but his martial arts has long been stagnant, he has no possibility of stepping into the king of God in his life, and his life is passing day by day, maybe, only left It can live for hundreds of years. Compared with Meng Fan, who has surpassed the concept of God King now, hundreds of years are really just a matter of seconds.

"It's quite ridiculous, especially in the face of the coming Era Great Tribulation. This title is ridiculous and humble."

Lonely and proudly said, he stepped forward and lightly patted the coffin of Burning Tianling: "Lao Meng, one day I will lie here, and many people will lie here. Maybe when the Great Tribulation of the Era falls, the world will be extinct. After many years, everything will be reshaped, and everything will be repeated again and again. In this great universe, you are the only one left. Remember to come and offer us wine."

Meng Fan's heart trembled when he heard the lonely and proud words, and his eyes flickered.

This supreme **** king who didn't change his face in the face of the powerful power of the Purple Light Empire, and even talked and laughed casually, couldn't be calm at all at this moment.

Yes, I am already at the same level as the nine ancient **** kings, and even surpass some **** kings, such as the gods of good fortune. Since the gods of good fortune can survive the tribulation of the era, then at this moment, Meng It seems that it is not difficult to survive the tribulation of the era.

The Era Catastrophe, this terrifying catastrophe that affects all things in the universe, will exterminate all catastrophes, it seems that it is no longer an insurmountable disaster in front of Meng Fan today.

But time and calamity will become the most ruthless enemy, so that such a powerful Meng Fan will eventually become a lonely man.

Half a year ago, the dark alliances Lin Tang, Gui Ye, Que Ye, Yun Feiyang, Zhan Wuji, Old Man Cockerel, etc., who also stunned the Quartet, could only fight in various strongholds in this battle. There is no room for them to appear in the war of the king of gods, and a realm completely separates the entire world.

When lonely and arrogantly speaking, Meng Fan's mind uncontrollably appeared in a scene, a barren wilderness, everything has died, only he came to the Hall of Valor to pay homage to the deceased, one after another coffins, one after another. The spirit card, the name on it, is so clearly visible.

Maybe after many years, in the new world, no one knows about Meng Fan, but when the years have changed, when some powerful kings appear, they cross the world and spy on ancient secrets, and thus learn a name , Is an ancient legend.

"Meng Fan."

Or even sadder.

"The Great Emperor Wanyu."

At that time, Meng Fan had spent millions of years old!

"The heart is proud, the source of the heavens is evolving, has condensed consciousness and created the gods."

Meng Fan said softly.

"The Great Chaos, the eternal figure who has traveled through countless epochs, the most mysterious and unpredictable figure in the world, is also constantly laying out, Linglong Xinzun has become her chess piece.

When the Great Tribulation of the Era comes, when the Great Chaos Emperor appears, this time, no creature can be spared. If it is an endless battle, if at that moment, I can't protect any of you..."

Meng Fan walked up to Lonely Heart and patted Burning Tianling's coffin, "I will be with you."

Lonely proud without words, just smiling.

Meng Fan also chuckled.

I, brothers, don't say much, but they all understand.

Years, circumstances, luck, talents, etc., will separate those who fought and died together in the past, not only burning the sky and lonely, not only the turtle master and the bird master. , Zhan Wuji, Yun Feiyang, Bai Shui'er, Gu Xin'er, and so on, everything will be divided, just like climbing a mountain without a top, some people will slow down, and some will always fall.

Therefore, the ancient emperor, or the vast majority of **** kings, chose to abandon, abandon all things outside of the body, and without worry, can he move forward without turning his head back.

But Meng Fan and them are not on the same path.

This is destined to be a hit and he must carry everything he thinks should be carried.

Climb this mountain with everyone on your back.

Meng Fan turned and walked out of the Hall of Heroes.

Outside the Hall of Heroes, there are sixty-three gods!

Divine King of Universe, Dark Alliance, and some Ten Thousand Realms.

Every **** king is holding a wine glass.

The majestic female emperor walked to Meng Fan's side and handed a glass of wine to Meng Fan.

In front of the Hall of Heroes, Meng Fan faced the sixty-three gods and kings, raised his glass, as if to respect everyone, and then drank it all in one shot.

Sixty-three gods and kings raised their heads and drank all the drinks.

The catastrophe condenses hundreds of human empires in the three* sects of the universe into one.

Today, this eternal war at the level of the **** king has reshaped the dark alliance.

"From now on, the Dark Alliance Qi Luck, Ten Thousand Domain Qi Luck, it is our luck!"

The voices of the sixty-three **** kings penetrated through the universe, echoing endlessly in the path of divine seclusion.

The mountains stand up!

At the peak of the summit, a purple qi, ethereal, gradually solidified, attracting the attention of the gods and kings.