Supreme God King

Outside the Haohai Fortress, several elven warriors wearing slender golden armor saw Meng Fan approaching step by step. They suddenly became coldly solemn, raised their spears, and shouted, "Stop!"

Meng Fan walked out of the wind and sand, his face gradually clear, and he looked at a few elven warriors faintly, and couldn't help saying: "They are all half-step **** kings."

Several warriors frowned: "Not an elf? Not a villain from the frontier tribe? Who are you?"

"Stop it first!"

A warrior suddenly rose into the sky, disappeared into the sky, and then fell, like a meteor falling to the ground, with a golden gun in his hand aimed at the center of Meng Fan's forehead, and the wind and sand formed a tornado, and there were many ghost faces in the tornado.

"Interesting martial arts." Meng Fan became more curious.

The golden gun shattered.

The armor shattered.

The elf warrior flew backwards and inlaid into the wall, his soul shattered, several thoughts fluttered in disorder, and Meng Fan breathed into his body.

Several elven warriors did not react for a while.

Meng Fan's eyes flickered, and his soul revolved quickly.

"On the edge of the desert and in the green space, there are nine great elven empires that have served the poet civilization for billions of years. Their civilization, culture, and knowledge have all been learned from the poet civilization.

The poet divides them into nine empires. The nine empires select young men and women to send to poet civilization every three years. On the one hand, they learn the culture of poets and serve the lives of poets. When they reach adulthood, some elves stay in poet civilization. Among them, some returned to their empire and brought back knowledge. They were not only the servants of the poets, but also the repository of their civilization knowledge.

Several elven warriors have sounded the alarm.

Meng Fan waved his hand.

The soldiers of the entire frontier fortress were turned into powder in silence, their souls were swallowed by Meng Fan, chewed, digested, and all knowledge about the poet's civilization was absorbed by Meng Fan.

After a while, Meng Fan exhaled, spit out the thoughts and condensed them into divine souls, and those shattered flesh bodies also recovered in the blink of an eye, and these divine souls returned to the flesh.

The memories of the poet’s civilization in the minds of the thousands of elven warriors in the frontier fortress have been reproduced, but their lives, Meng Fan left behind, did not kill them. And these elven warriors experienced a life and death. They were all half asleep and half awake, and the entire frontier was silent.

Meng Fan raised his head.

From between the sea of ​​clouds, a blue beam of light fell, hit the earth, and lifted up the dust. After a while, the dust fell to the ground and the beam of light dispersed. A man in a white plain robe stood in front of Meng Fan. His face was peaceful and he looked back. The frontier fortress looked at Meng Fan again, and bowed his hands in salute: "The Lord Heaven has stepped into the realm of omnipotence, life and death, flesh and bones, just a thought."

"The soul is immortal, and it's easy to be reborn again. Even without the broken flesh, I can transform this border and reshape them with mud." Meng Fan said lightly, just doing a trivial thing.

The white-robed man said: "In the next week, I will be a poet. Lord Tianwang is looking for the entrance to the poet's civilization, to fill the last gap in the universe, and to acquire all the history, knowledge, and philosophy. It seems that Wang Yin has failed. , The ancient overlords he reshaped with memory did not hide the eyes of the king."

Meng Fan said blankly: "Do you want me to go through the nine elven empires, or tell me the entrance to the poet's civilization directly."

"Of course I won't tell Lord Heaven. This is not what Dao Lord meant. Lord Heaven didn't follow Dao Lord's vision. We can't just make mistakes."

"So you came to stop me."

"There is no such ignorance here. I am just a six-caliber **** king, and there is no way to stop the Lord Heaven."

Zhou Yi waved his hand.

The huge frontier fortress leaped into the air and was directly removed.

The sea of ​​clouds spread out little by little, and there were many gaps. The sunlight passed through the sea of ​​clouds, reflecting many shadows above.

Meng Fan patrolled the sea of ​​clouds.

See the thousands of figures.

"There are eight thousand seven hundred and twenty poets from the Poet Civilization Class, here to welcome the adults."

Zhou Yi arched his hands again and bowed deeply, his head almost reaching his knees.

then.

Eight thousand seven hundred and twenty poets descended from the sky!

Meng Fan looked at the falling silhouettes, his ears sounded a heart-breaking long groan, and he gently shrugged his shoulders. The body suddenly expanded hundreds of times, turning into a snow-like white golden dragon, spinning into the air, welcoming To the poets.

Between the sea of ​​clouds, light and shadow flickered.

Recite poems.

Long Yin is like a song.

A poet in the realm of a **** and king fell like a comet, falling into the desert, smashing into pieces of dust and rolling, echoing the sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

In front of the dragon that Meng Fan had turned into, the poets all over the sky were as small as mosquitoes.

When Meng Fan rushed to the top of the sea of ​​clouds, more than a thousand poets had fallen into the desert fainted.

Poems and Long Yin are still echoing.

The dappled sunlight casts between the sand and sea, like a dream.

It constitutes a beautiful epic.

Meng Fan, who rushed through the sea of ​​clouds, did not stop.

He continued to hover upward.

He gradually approached the sun of the Ninth Empire.

Zhou Yi, who was still standing on the ground, raised his head and narrowed his eyes as he watched Meng Fan's transformed dragon fly into the sun's halo.

From the giant dragon, Meng Fan turned into a human form. With the sun as the background, he turned to face the earth and thousands of poets.

Flip the palm.

The meaning of light gushes out.

He was thrown into the sun.

The entire continent and the world turned pale in an instant.

There was a painful groan between the clouds.

After a few moments, the dazzling light dissipated, and the entire continent turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the sun, which was strengthened thousands of times by the meaning of light, burned the entire world.

And all the creatures, including the poets and gods, covered their faces, and they had lost sight of the naked eye.

The poets and gods immediately released their souls and perceive everything.

Meng Fan stretched out his palm and called to the sun in the sky.

The sun disappeared.

Appeared in his palm.

He was thrown into his mouth by Meng Fan and swallowed.

The entire continent fell into the dark again.

On the earth of the night, there are blazing flames.

The depths of the flames.

Strands of black smoke brewed.

These smoke and dust became denser and gathered together to form a billowing torrent, and then rose up into the sky, twisted and turned into a black dragon, rushing to the poet God King among the clouds.

It was a dragon that condensed the meaning of darkness and the meaning of meditation. In the absence of light, these dragons thrive and double in every instant.

When the dragons rushed to the sea of ​​clouds.

Yunhai has become a purgatory.

Meng Fan looked at it silently for a moment, shrugging his shoulders, and two huge wings, one black and one white, grew from his back. The wings of Yin and Yang vibrated like a huge bat in the dark, slaughtering prey towards him.