Supreme God King

"wake up……"

"wake up……"

"……………………"

Meng Fan felt very warm and comfortable.

This is the kind of comfort he has never experienced since he was born. It is a kind of comfort that does not have to worry about the future, there is no trouble, no pain, and even no self.

It's like a baby who is held by his parents. He doesn't need to know everything in this world. As long as he opens his mouth, there is a baby. As long as he cries, someone will coax him.

The only thing that disgusted him was the voice that kept calling him to wake up.

After being called out for unknown times, he opened his eyes unwillingly.

I found myself lying in a river.

A river condensed entirely by law.

He is like a flat boat floating on the river.

What he was wearing was not a gray dress or a blue shirt, but a linen dress worn as a child.

In the river, there is his own reflection.

A child.

It is the childhood self!

"be lost?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

Meng Fan immediately turned his head, his eyes were extremely deep and full of killing intent.

What I saw was a stout middle-aged man and a petite and lovely girl of sixteen or seventeen.

Two people, sitting on an ordinary wooden boat.

The moment he was seen, the middle-aged man shivered all over, instinctively backed down a half step, and then exhaled a long breath: "Good fellow, it's really scary, how can a kid have such a terrible look... "

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl did not have the slightest expression. She seemed to have no feeling for the killing intent in Meng Fan's eyes, and said softly: "Dad, let him get on the boat, he must be lost." A few steps before, he reached out from the edge of the wooden boat and said to Meng Fan: "Come on, little brother."

Meng Fan stirred the river with both hands, as if he was playing in the water when he was a child, watching the girl's rough palm, slowly holding it, and being pulled into the canoe.

"My name is Wang." The middle-aged man said to Meng Fan who had just boarded the boat: "It's called Wang Xuan, this is my daughter, called Wang Miaomiao, don't be afraid, we are not bad guys, death, not the end, what terrible things have you experienced before? You’re so wary of others when you die, right?"

Meng Fan looked at the middle-aged man, then at the little girl named Wang Miaomiao, and said softly, "Here is..."

His voice is quite immature, just like a child's voice.

"It's not the underworld." The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head. "How should I put it... when people die, they are dead, there is nothing left-it's really scary to think about it, but it's a fact. As for this, it's not the world of the living, nor the world of the dead, what is it? I can’t tell where, but many people came here after they died."

"It's not the world after death, but there are many people who came here after death?" Meng Fan repeated, only to think that this sentence was full of loopholes, inconsistent, and messy.

The middle-aged man scratched his head honestly: "I am a big man. I don't understand, but there are still a lot of people who understand. You will see them. You can ask them."

While talking, the middle-aged man shook the oars, pushed the canoe, and carried Meng Fan and the little girl, toward the depths of the river that was completely converged by laws and gleamed with light.

"Dad is not an old man." Wang Miaomiao said: "Daddy used to be a monk in the Tianyuan realm! In Maicheng, he is one of the best people, even the city lord of Maicheng treats father three points as courtesy! Hey, little brother, you know Maicheng?"

Meng Fan did not answer.

The middle-aged man looked back at Meng Fan and said with a chuckle: "Miao Miao, the whole world is so big, this little brother, I don’t know where he comes from. It’s normal that he hasn’t heard of Mai Cheng. Grandpa Luo said Well, the world we see is actually very small. Outside the world, there are still heavens. I don’t know how many heavy heavens there are."

Wang Miaomiao also smiled: "However, this is the first time I have seen a mortal here."

"A mortal?" Meng Fan asked suspiciously.

Wang Miaomiao said: "Here, all we saw were monks. The weakest ones were all monks in the Tianyuan realm. I am a special case. I did not reach the Tianyuan realm, but I am also a monk. It seems that there is no vitality here. You can’t come in, brother, you are the first mortal I have ever seen to come in."

Meng Fan frowned slightly. Actually, it was not necessary for Wang Miaomiao to say that he had already discovered that his strength had completely dissipated. Not only that, but at his age, he was back when he was a child. There were no rules in his body.

He is now as he was when he was seven or eight years old, and he was in exactly the same state when he was seven or eight!

There is no martial arts, no cultivation.

Just a mortal.

The only difference is the memory in his mind. It’s just that these memories are now obscure. Many details are gone. It’s not that they have forgotten, but his mind is very weak and can’t hold so many memories. So many memories, many thoughts, are deposited. Unable to wake up.

Meng Fan was lost in thought.

He didn't understand why this happened.

As if time reversed.

His brows frowned, but he couldn't think of an answer, there was no result.

Wang Xuan saw this scene and was misunderstood. He chuckled, "Are you still wondering where this is? Old man Luo has said that this is the foreign river."

Meng Fan looked at Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan did not sell Guanzi, and continued: "Master Luo said that the entire universe is vast, very large, divided into one world after another. These worlds are separated by great power, but not inaccessible, so these worlds can be Seen as one, can be collectively called the world.

In addition, there is another place where the heaven is located. Many people say that it is the source of the heavens, which can also be called the heaven.

The world, the heavens, constitute the entire universe.

A monk lives in the world, but when the monk dies, although his soul is shattered, his body is corrupted, but it does not disappear, just like a mortal, the body does not disappear, it just changes and becomes mud . Just like after winter, the heavy snow has not disappeared, but has changed and turned into a stream of water. Everything in the world, nothing, will disappear for no reason, just change a state.

Therefore, after the monk died, his body rotted, and the soul, the laws and vitality in the body, all returned to the entire universe.

And the spirit of a monk is often taken away by the way of heaven. I heard that it is because the way of heaven is eager for the wisdom of living beings, like a thirsty person who wants to drink water.

Therefore, after many cultivators died and disappeared, the souls became a kind of illusory existence, integrated into the way of heaven.

It is like a drop of ink falling into the sea.

Disperse, split, melt, and follow the ocean current, scattered everywhere.

At that moment, they could say that they were dead, no matter how powerful the spirits were, they were also dead.

However, there are still some people who will die under all kinds of chances, but their souls have not disappeared, but their physical life has come to an end, and their life is not exhausted. They will step into another place, not the world. , Not heaven.

It is here.

So, here, it's out of bounds. "