Supreme God King

Kun He.

It is a "galaxy" flowing on the fringe of monk civilization.

Composed of tens of millions of stars, some of the larger stars have layers of space. One layer of space is a small world, and countless layers of space are superimposed to form a large world.

This Kun River, without life, has long been silent. About 30 million years ago, the army of Longxiang Valley arrived here, which is already the limit. It was regarded as the border of Longxiang Valley and many fortresses were built. However, the Longxiang Valley Civil War Among them, this place was encircled and suppressed by all parties, and some great worlds exploded and turned into black holes that swallowed all beings. Since then, this place has been the place of death, without any creatures.

The vast Kunhe, if you look at the volume, it is actually much broader than one dimension.

In the Kun River that had been silent for 30 million years, there was a star that flicked slightly.

Then it disappeared at a speed that the naked eye could not detect.

Then came the second star.

The third one.

After a few moments, tens of millions of stars in Kunhe, hundreds of them disappeared.

Everything is quiet.

Some approaching **** kings were also at a loss when they saw these stars disappear, not knowing why.

The source of the heavens.

Meng Fan's raised fist hovered over his chest.

He looked at the emperor in front of him with pale eyes.

"It is almost impossible for you and me to fight for victory or defeat. You and I have the same power regardless of each other. From the moment I step into the source of the heavens, I can feel the existence of all the great meanings. It is also possible to mobilize all the true meanings of these great avenues, mobilize all the laws of heaven and earth, and you, like me, can do it.

This is like a sword, held in the hands of both of you and me at the same time, but when this sword falls in your hands, there is no sword edge, only the hilt. We can’t kill each other, we just pull each other. With this sword, each other weakens each other's strength.

So how does this battle tell the winner? "

Under the solemn gaze of the Emperor, Meng Fan's clenched fist snapped his fingers.

The Emperor raised his head.

The **** kings in every corner of the source of the heavens also raised their heads.

There are countless stars flickering above the thick pure yuan mist.

There is a **** king frowned.

Here is the source of the heavens, the commanding height of the universe, why is there still starlight and the sky?

Then a tens of thousands of miles away with a raging flame fell on the ground of the source of the heavens, setting off a hurricane enough to overthrow the **** king and shattering the natural spar.

The approaching **** king retreated quickly in panic, not daring to stop for half a step.

Then, a few more stars landed.

But these scattered stars are just the aftermath of the periphery.

Most of the stars are facing the center of the source of the heavens, where they finally converge on the battlefield.

The outer periphery of the final battlefield.

The Great Black Blade of the Book of Songs, the Old Man with Missing Moon, the Dragon Emperor, and other powerful **** kings all raised their heads and looked at the dense stars that shot out like rain.

Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands.

Among these stars, some contained a great world, which crashed down, enough to destroy the **** king, but a few stars were not enough to threaten these peak **** kings standing on the highest point of the universe.

The **** blade of the Book of Songs blinked his eyes, and it was the shadow of the sword and the sword, cutting the stars, and the moonless old man waved his arms and spread rainbows, like an ancient battle armor.

These stars could not get close to the earth and were destroyed in midair.

Ten percent of the stars are scattered everywhere in the source of the heavens.

Ten percent of the stars descended on the periphery of the final battlefield.

Most of the remaining stars descended on the core of the final battlefield.

The Emperor of Heaven also stopped the law of accumulation.

An eye was born behind his head.

He saw hundreds of thousands of stars all over the sky, descending rapidly.

These stars have only one goal.

It is the Emperor of Heaven.

"These splendid fireworks will witness the last battle between you and me, perhaps the last battle in the vast universe." Meng Fan said lightly.

The corners of the Emperor's mouth trembled, revealing hideousness.

"Good, good!"

The emperor’s body shrank suddenly, tangible to intangible, and intangible again to tangible. All of his power, flesh, and will suddenly transformed into a sharp sword as white as jade, ignoring the hundreds of thousands of stars that were overwhelming behind him, turning the space upside down. , Appeared in front of Meng Fan in an instant!

The trouble is only instantaneous.

Meng Fan squinted his eyes slightly, his body shrank inward, the pillar of martial art swelled outwards, and the inside and outside were reversed, turning into a dark green Fangtian painting halberd that looked like an ancient artifact, and fell!

Silent collision.

The white jade sword and the Fang Tian painted halberd are intertwined.

The flowing laws of the heavens stopped.

As if time stopped.

But this stopped only for a moment.

The next moment.

All the laws are like thousands of frightened little beasts, rushing in all directions!

Before, Meng Fan and the Emperor of Heaven were constantly devouring the law and devouring the power of the true meaning of the Dao. It was like a tug-of-war. They used the same power, pulling each other, hoping to occupy more.

But when the "tug-of-war" went on for a few hours, both Meng Fan and the Emperor of Heaven realized that this kind of struggle was meaningless.

They are two perfectly matched opponents.

In ten years, Meng Fan has grown into the Lord of Heaven, and he is on par with the Emperor of Heaven.

They hold the same power.

All the powers of heaven are loyal to both at the same time.

Relying on this power, they cannot tell the winner.

Then they have only one choice.

Give up the fight for the power of heaven, and rely on yourself for the purest and most primitive duel!

The law of heaven, surging outwards, pushed out the **** king who wanted to get close to the final battlefield.

Even the Great Black Blade of the Book of Songs, the Dragon Emperor, and the Elderly Miss Yue, they all took a dozen steps back unstoppable at this moment before they could barely stand still.

At the outermost periphery of the final battlefield, those Five Tribulations God Kings were even swallowed up by the rolling laws, disappearing into the void, life and death unknown, and the Five Tribulations God Kings who survived and could stand still were all injured.

After the Book of Songs Big Black Blade stood in front of him, he knelt on one knee and said solemnly: "This is..."

"The final showdown." The old man shorted for breath, his gaze locked on a figure in the frantic storm.

That was the only back figure still moving forward.

The central emperor.

He ignored all the storms, ignored the coercion of any heaven, and moved forward steadily.

He has walked hundreds of steps.

"At this moment, Meng Fan and the Emperor of Heaven are both standing at the commanding heights of the universe. They can manipulate all the laws of the heavens at will, and they can even summon the galaxy from far away to kill each other, but..." The old man missed a pause. "Because of pulling each other, at this moment, their own strength is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and the Central Emperor, who has driven humanity into the hall, will fight them completely by ability. I did not expect, maybe everyone did not expect, this final battle , Not between two people to decide the outcome, but three people."