Supreme God King

Human world.

The gate of the palace was suddenly knocked open, and a red light flew out.

Is the central emperor.

He stood above the palace, in the void, looking into the distance with solemn eyes.

The Central Emperor did not have Meng Fan's eyes watching the heavens.

It's just that as the leader of the Dao, he vaguely felt a certain fusion of the great universe.

The universe is like a piano.

Dadao is the string of this piano.

When a string trembles, all strings tremble. It is a kind of resonance, but this kind of vibration is very weak, and almost only the leaders of the road can feel it.

At this moment, in the mind of the Great Central Emperor, there seemed to be a string on this piano. It just appeared, and it broke before it actually formed.

Hovering in the air for a moment, the Central Emperor said sharply: "The place of magic!"

Immediately, a special order from the Divine Machine Department appeared at his side and knelt down one after another.

"Keep an eye on the various avenues of the world, and report any movements to me immediately!"

"Yes!"

Cthulhu Dynasty, Qin Taichuan.

Devildom, magic maple.

Dragon Realm, Dragon Emperor.

Almost all Dao leaders felt that a certain string was broken in the great universe.

………………

Cang Shuguo.

The long river of fate has faded away.

Disappear.

Meng Fan still wore a green shirt, standing in the air.

In front of him, tens of millions of dark dead creatures were floating in the air, but the black dead air on them had been dispersed.

But these black death creatures have sunk for too long, and most of the black death creatures' spirits and consciousness are shattered. Even if the black death spirit is dispelled, they are walking dead.

There are only a handful of black dead beings who blinked their eyes after being purified, a little at a loss, but their spirits and consciousness are still there, but some are missing.

All of these were shortly after being infected as black dead creatures, and the thoughts of spirit and soul had not completely disappeared.

Most of them are the kings of the Legion of Order!

There are eight or nine hundred.

Among them, there are more than two or three hundred, who are the gods of the future heaven.

In addition, there are more than 300 night clan **** kings.

The Ye Clan had just gone through the battle, and he was infected into a dark dead creature not long ago. However, in the battle, most of the Night Clan God Kings died in the battle. The moment before they were infected, they all chose to blew themselves. Only these more than 300 statues were suppressed by the black spirit of death.

After these thousand **** kings were dispelled from the black death, all the thoughts and emotions in their minds were chaotic. In the situation of confusion, these **** kings had a strong sense of crisis in their hearts and fear of the unknown. , Killing intent, hostility, filled these gods.

At the moment when they were about to take action with each other, a will suddenly came down and calmed their minds. It was the will of heaven and the power of the will of the great.

More than a thousand gods raised their heads and looked at Meng Fan.

They gradually recovered the memories of sinking into the mud, and they all had cold sweat on their foreheads, as if they had a nightmare that would never wake up.

In the nightmare, they know that they will die at any time and die forever, but they have no alternative but to wait for death to come, which is the greatest torment.

Now, the nightmare woke up.

Seeing the void, with his hands behind his back, Meng Fan, dressed in a blue shirt, looked like a savior. This image and shadow were branded in their hearts.

The three hundred future Heavenly God Kings who had awakened all knelt on one knee in the void. They were reborn after the catastrophe, and said in unison excitedly: "Meet Lord Heaven!"

Meng Fan swept his gaze over them, nodded lightly, and then looked far away.

All the dark and dead creatures were washed away by the long river of fate, and were also purified by Meng Fan's Dao.

But in the distance, there are still eleven figures, entwined with the aura of black death.

That is the thirteen hall master.

Only eleven people remained.

The other two hall masters disappeared.

In the long river of fate, under the impact of the tens of thousands of gods and kings in the future, under the impact of the majestic vows and the true meaning of the Dao, the **** of death formed by the fusion of the thirteen hall masters was shattered and split into thirteen hall masters , And each one was seriously injured.

They looked at Meng Fan solemnly.

Meng Fan slowly stretched out his left hand.

Open your palms.

In the palm of the hand, there is a space where two groups of laws are condensed.

There are two great worlds, but in these two great worlds, there are no creatures, vitality, or vitality. There is only one chain of real meaning, which binds the two flesh bodies.

It is the two palace masters who disappeared!

The strong will of Heaven tossed and whirled among the two great worlds, violently hitting the two hall masters, washing away the black death air in their bodies, and beating their spirits.

In the will of heaven, there is vaguely the power of enlightenment and transformation.

Meng Fan is "influencing" these two sources of black death, from body to spirit, into ordinary gods!

Once Meng Fan did it, then the black spirit of death and the way of death would become broken.

The air of black death is a kind of martial art, and the way of death that has been transformed is a kind of avenue. The dao tradition of the avenue is scattered among the thirteen hall masters. All 13 hall masters are there. The avenue is unified, as long as there are any If a palace master is absent, there will be a mistake, and the black death air and the way of death will become incomplete.

The road of death can be said to be the latest road born among the many great roads in the universe.

The other avenues have a long history. Humanity, Demon Dao, and Dragon Dao began to nurture when the human race, demon race, and dragon race appeared. It took tens of billions of years to create today's avenue.

Although the wild road is chaotic, it is far less clear and distinct than the humanity and dragon roads. The history of the wild beast tribe and the ancient elephant tribe can also be traced back ten billion years ago. Their ancestor Xiangzhu, and the ancestor of humanity, the great dragon, All are heroes of an era.

The history of evil Dao and Buddhism is very short, they appeared very late, but the history of Buddhism and Dao, from the impermanence of the immortal king, to today also has two to three million years, the history of evil Dao is longer than that of Buddhism, first The Evil God was the overlord tens of millions of years ago.

The history of the Tao of Heaven is even longer. It is the first avenue that was born in the prehistoric universe.

As for the black death air, it takes more than 100,000 years to appear. It really rises and rages in the heavens and the earth. It takes only five or six years. Moreover, the black death air itself is only a force created by the way of heaven, it is the will of the way of heaven. One kind of transformation is the entity of the concept of "death", which once belonged to the Dao of Heaven.

It is still in the new era, after the decline of the way of heaven, to truly form one's own orthodoxy little by little.

If the universe is a piano, and many avenues are the strings on this piano, playing the overture of the new era together, then the way of death is the last string that appears, but it is nondescript and blind. The pursuit of strength does not have a complete core orthodoxy, so it is very fragile.

Therefore, when Meng Fan captured the two hall masters and cut the connection between these two hall masters and the other eleven hall masters, the way of death, this string, was already broken!

"Run, now is the best time." Meng Fan said to the eleven hall masters. "This blow to spur the long river of destiny, my strength has consumed seven or eighty-eight, and the remaining strength, I still have to suppress these two palace masters. You know in your heart that now is the best time to escape. If you don't run, There is no chance to run."

The eleven hall masters looked at Meng Fan with their dignified gazes to the extreme. The netherworld they had always wanted to create, the way of death, seemed to have become an extravagant hope. It was a fantasy, and it was impossible. As long as they could not save Meng Fan For the two palace masters suppressed, the way of death will always be incomplete.

But now they don't have the ability to continue to fight Meng Fan.

This is a dilemma.

Meng Fan held the two hall masters in his hand and chuckled lightly: "The pursuit power of one of you is too bloated, and there are endless flaws. If all of your thirteen hall masters are there and turned into death gods, even if I try my best to make you Defeat, it is impossible to smash the death god's body, and it is even impossible to suppress your two hall masters in chaos.

It's a pity that the **** of death you melted into is not complete, because a palace lord, who was severely injured by the night king, wandered between life and death, and could not display any power at all!

Thirteen building blocks have been built into a compact and strong building.

But lost a building block.

This building is not strong and has huge loopholes, and I have been looking for this loophole from beginning to end.

Run, run away like a mouse, linger, next time, I will fully understand this grudge. "

The eleven hall masters looked at each other.

Now Meng Fan’s mind is like a sea like a deep sea. It seems like a saint’s behavior has liberated the Protoss. In fact, he is holding the mind of genocide. Therefore, the eleven hall masters do not understand. Meng Fan let them go. .

Yes, now Meng Fan's power is exhausted, and a large part of his power has to be allocated to suppress the two palace masters.

However, Meng Fan's strength, as well as the original universe in his body, are so powerful that they can be restored to their heyday in a short time.

To let the eleven hall masters leave, no one knew what he was thinking about now.

At this point, both Meng Fan and the King of Light Brain are terrifying, with a deep layout and endless calculations.

But Meng Fan is very different from the King of the Light Brain. The King of the Light Brain has a powerful calculation ability. All his actions are rational and speak with numbers.

The king of light brains is playing "skills".

And Meng Fan is "Tao".

But the eleven hall masters also understood.

They did not have the ability to fight Meng Fan.

So, without hesitation, he swallowed the space with the air of black death, created a huge passage, walked in, disappeared, and disappeared.