Supreme God King

The historic walls of Mandrick collapsed.

It is said that this city was built hundreds of millions of years ago when a king who wandered out of the arcane civilization was taken in by a craftsman to cultivate and live here, and build it little by little.

In the city, the eyes of the future kings who have decided to die indifferently are blazing fire.

Above the tower.

To be silent.

The body was trembling.

A certain emotion is brewing, but the words are too scarce to express.

Wearing an armor condensed from the meaning of darkness and the mind, Meng Fan descended from the sky, looking only at Mother Qinglin with no other people.

Then he waved his arm casually.

A heavy black rain fell pouringly.

Smashed into thousands of gods.

Jiuye immediately raised one of his palms and made a posture to support the sky. The power of tumbling vitality and chaos formed a big gray umbrella in the blink of an eye. The umbrella formed by the power of the Six Tribulations God King is not inferior to the Middle Grade Dao. Device.

A few drops of black rain fell on the big umbrella, immediately emitting a corrosive sour smell, burning the pits and pits of the big umbrella, and one drop permeating down, scratching Jiuye's face, leaving a deep black scar.

Jiu Ye gritted his teeth, only feeling cold on his back, turned around, his eyes widened.

Many Kunzu **** kings wailed, stretched out their hands, and tore their flesh.

The black rain fell on them, desperately corroding their flesh and blood, burning and evaporating the flesh and blood, rising up a thick stench of steam.

Jiu Ye tremblingly put down his big umbrella and looked at Meng Fan who had fallen in the void.

Empress Qinglin also raised her head, her eyes squinted, coldly attacking, and she suddenly rose into the air and slammed into Meng Fan!

Two Eight Tribulations God Kings, giants of heaven and earth, collide together!

………………

Guye Plain.

This is a plain made of iron.

In the long years, the metal waste water produced by the craftsmen's smelting was poured on this plain, creating this rare scene.

Jiao Ling stood on the cast iron plain, behind which was Princess Lin Xiu, and a dozen Kunzu **** kings.

Jiao Ling's eyes flickered, his ears beating, he seemed to sense something, trying to find it.

"Master Jiao Ling." Palace Master Lin Xiu stepped forward and whispered.

Jiao Ling said: "About a stick of incense, the future king has already come to the craftsman's old place."

"What!" Palace Master Lin Xiu exclaimed, and then realized that he was a little gaffe, and quickly stabilized his mind.

However, the shock and trembling hands in the eyes of the dozens of powerful Kunzu **** kings behind her couldn't hide.

They remembered the scene of Meng Fan breaking into the imperial city and killing all quarters, as if it had been yesterday.

"It's not just the future king." Jiao Ling's face was cold and solemn: "There are also masters."

Lin Xiu Palace said: "Sorrowful horn armor?"

"No, it's not him." Jiao Ling stared at the front.

After a while.

From the border of the iron cast plain, a figure walked slowly.

More than eight feet tall.

A simple and elegant yellow robe.

Black boots loomed under her feet.

On Fang Zheng's face with Chinese characters, there was pitch-black hair curled up by an ordinary wooden hairpin.

Visitors walking on the cast iron plains made clear footsteps, like a hammer hitting steel, like silver beads falling off a jade plate.

Jiao Ling said: "The pace is round, the road is windy, the Emperor Zhongzheng, the people are safe."

Upon hearing these sixteen words, Palace Master Lin Xiu's expression became more solemn.

"The Central Emperor."

Jiao Ling narrowed his eyes: "How can the emperor of the world be here?"

The Central Emperor walked all the way, his eyes moved, looking at the iron-cast plain under his feet, and calmly said: "Because, curious."

Jiao Ling said: "What are you curious about?"

Central Emperor: "Curious about the secret kept by the Kun and artisans."

Jiao Ling's eyes flickered: "What's the secret?"

"It's not clear yet. I think this secret. Meng Fan already knows a lot of things, but I still know very little. If it weren't for the humanity of the world to return to me, Li Min's heart is lamentable, and I can't sense that the hidden will surpass The power of the sky exists." The Central Emperor stopped his figure and looked at Jiao Ling.

Jiao Ling: "This is why the Great Wall of Humanity suddenly swarmed into the Siyuan Dynasty while we were dealing with the future heaven?"

"Yes."

"Got what you want?"

"A little bit is not enough." The Central Emperor shrugged his shoulders: "I want to see the imperial city of Siyuan Dynasty with my own eyes, just as Meng Fan did."

Jiao Ling's eyes showed a fierce light: "Dadao leaders, are so self-conscious? In the future, the heavenly king will fall in the hands of the mother emperor, and you can't enter the imperial city!"

The central emperor said calmly: "The avenue goes up and the avenue goes down. This is the era of avenues. You are already behind this era. Thirty days ago, all avenue leaders clearly felt the changes in the righteousness of heaven. Round, this shows that Meng Fan has become the King of Eight Tribulations."

As soon as these words came out, many Kun people were even more shocked, and Palace Master Lin Xiu was dumbfounded.

The central emperor continued: "If Meng Fan is still stuck in the Seven Tribulations, or relying on his own control of the Heavenly Dao, and forcibly stepping into the Eight Tribulations, it is hard to say who wins and who loses in his battle with Qinglin Mother Emperor, after all, Qinglin The mother emperor is an old monster for tens of millions of years, and the ancient overlord who once faced off with the Great Primordial Chaos. But Meng Fan still broke through the sky, crossed the catastrophe, and ended up in eight calamities. Qinglin mother emperor had only one fate, death.

You, don't panic, don't be afraid, it's me who should panic. I and Meng Fan are opponents, eternal opponents, opponents who can't give up, am I still very indifferent.

Jiao Ling, I will kill you here. You must know many secrets that I want, especially the imperial city of the Siyuan Dynasty. I don’t know anything, even if the Siyuan Dynasty is out now, tired of dealing with the future heaven, I can't defend, but I rushed in. It is always dangerous, and I need you to guide me. "

The Central Emperor moved his gaze and looked at Palace Master Lin Xiu: "As for you, don't kill. Meng Fan has a plan, and I can vaguely guess Meng Fan's plan. For all worlds, the head of the Kun nationality world has been beheaded. After you fall, you children and grandchildren of Mother Qinglin will live more meaningfully."

Jiao Ling gritted his teeth and said: "Presumptuous!"

Immediately, the majestic power of chaos gushed out of the body, transforming into a huge black-and-white two-color sphere, like the yin and yang poles, refining the world while it is moving!

The central emperor watched silently, and said lightly: "Yin and yang are not yin and yang, weird power is chaotic, and if you don't conform to the orthodoxy, bugs are bugs."

"Emperor of the world, treat you as Meng Fan!"

In the roar of Jiao Ling, this huge wheel of yin and yang suddenly revolved and crushed!

The Central Emperor looked at the swiftly coming wheel of Yin and Yang, and said coldly: "Of course I am not Meng Fan, but I am the leader of humanity, the emperor of the world, and the Lord of Zhongzheng!"