Supreme God King

The emperor Hu'er, who was walking in the large garden of the town defense hall, thinking of Bai's rebellion, suddenly stopped.

His complexion became gloomy.

"Shooting the sky big talisman, moved."

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Standing on the top of the mountains, Wang Haicheng crouched, his appearance was quite old. Hundreds of millions of years ago, when he and Meng Fan stepped into the Chaos Realm side by side, he was still a sturdy middle-aged man. Nowadays, his hair and beard are all gray. Although his stature is still very wide, his waist can't stand straight anymore.

Compared with many powerful contemporaries, Wang Haicheng's realm is not high.

In God King Universe, if you can step into the nine calamities, you will reach a state of "near-day longevity", and your life will last forever, and if you reach ten calamities, you can reach the state of life with the sky, almost immortality and immortality. Yes, because the God King Universe’s Law of Heaven has very little restraint on sentient beings, and it is almost unaffected to realize the ten kalpas and perceive the core of the law of all things.

But Wang Haicheng did not reach nine calamities.

As the founding veteran of the Heavenly Court in the future, Wang Haicheng is the only one who is still on the front line. He hasn't submerged for thousands of years like other bigwigs, such as Xie Jingyi, and has not retreated behind the scenes. His daily hard work, also Persist in reviewing articles for students from the highest institutions.

He paid a lot for the world conferences.

But it has also been rewarded enough, that is fame.

Nowadays, among the people with the right to speak in the world conferences, whether they are representatives, guest officials, supervisors, or leaders of one party, nearly one-third of them call Wang Hai a teacher, because entering the highest institution is a must for all gods to be promoted. Choose the way, and Wang Haicheng, the leader of the highest institution, is the nominal teacher of all students.

Wang Haicheng turned the array in his hand, but his eyes were on another mountain dozens of miles away. That mountain is much larger and taller than the one at the feet of Wang Haicheng. There are many pavilions built around the peak, which looks prosperous and dazzling from a distance, but if you look closely, you will find that those "pavilions" are not actually for people to live in. Architecture is a form of formation condensed into entities.

As Wang Haicheng turned the array, those arrays continued to release weak brilliance.

Next to Wang Haicheng stood a well-proportioned young man about seven feet tall. The young man’s eyebrows are handsome and handsome, his hair, eyebrows, and pupils are all black as ink. What’s interesting is that the young man has a neat short hair that is rare in the universe of God King.

And the young man stood still so quietly, his whole body released a majestic breath, these breaths had been condensed to the point where they were visible to the naked eye, distorting the void.

The pinnacle creature, the king of ten calamities.

Meng Xiannian.

Standing behind Wang Haicheng, Meng Xiannian kept his eyes locked on the countless formations on the distant mountain peaks. Sometimes he glanced at the formation plate in Wang's hands, and sometimes at the **** kings walking at the foot of the mountain.

"What's wrong, kid." Wang Haicheng said in a hoarse voice without turning his head.

Meng Xiannian smiled: "I'm sighing that Mr. Wang is so powerful. I hold a small array plate in my hand and turn it gently. The three hundred and seventy thousand large arrays and the eight thousand gods and kings move together like the hands of the old man. ."

"The background of the highest institution is beyond your imagination." Wang Lao also smiled.

At this moment, Meng Xiannian looked behind him, a path leading to the foot of the mountain.

After a while, Wang Haicheng also looked back.

On the trail, three people came.

A man, gentle and elegant, with extraordinary bearing, is Xuanyuan Aohan, the second in command of the highest school.

The two women, among them, walked side by side with Xuanyuan Aohan, wearing a coarse linen, but neither the looks nor the temperament between the eyebrows and eyes were ordinary, they were Meng Niuniu.

Ai Jie followed not far behind, like a guard.

Meng Xiannian was taken aback: "The ancestor is here too?"

After saying a few steps to greet him, he first said to Xuanyuan Aohan and said: "Senior." Then he knelt down to Meng Niuniu and kowtowed his head.

Meng Niuniu stood quietly, asked Meng Xiannian to knock off her head, then smiled and helped him up, looked carefully, and smiled: "I really grew up and became a big child."

A pinnacle creature, God King of Ten Tribulations, and one of the few geniuses of the young generation in the world, facing Meng Niuniu, he really looks like a child.

Meng Niuniu and Zhao Qilin have never been present in these years and have been living in seclusion, but the young descendants of the Meng family will go out to pursue their own way as long as they reach a certain age. It can be said that the Meng family has provided too many powerful young people for the universe. people.

And Meng Niuniu and Zhao Qilin, who lived in seclusion, were really enjoying the happiness of family. Every child of Meng's family born in Qiaodong was brought up by them.

Meng Niuniu patted Meng Xiannian on the shoulder: "It's really like."

The truth of this sentence means that Meng Xiannian looks a lot like Meng Fan.

Indeed, Meng Xiannian's words and deeds have the shadow of Meng Fan when he was young, and he also seems to be imitating Meng Fan, consciously or unconsciously, in his clothes.

Meng Niuniu took a few steps forward again, looking at Wang Haicheng, this time, she really couldn't help smiling from the heart.

There was a little tear in the eyes.

Wang Haicheng looked at Meng Niuniu and said kindly, "Niuniu, it's been a long time."

Meng Niuniu nodded, walked to Wang Haicheng's side, and looked at the distant mountain with him.

"That's the second big formation." Meng Niuniu said.

Wang Haicheng said "Um": "The original design of the Metaverse Bow requires the establishment of thirty-six sets of large formations, which are connected to each other to form a Metaverse Bow, but in the process of construction, we only discovered thirty-six sets The big array is not enough."

Meng Niuniu said: "Then, how much do you need?"

"Three hundred and sixty-five sets." Wang Haicheng narrowed his eyes: "It's still a conservative estimate."

Meng Niuniu sighed: "It's a big battle like never before."

Wang Haicheng smiled: "One end of the bow starts from Manyun Mountain and spans the locations of various World Congress institutions. Niuniu, do you know, where is the other end?"

Meng Niuniu shook her head, but vaguely felt it.

Wang Haicheng said: "In the Empire of Craftsmen."

Meng Niuniu couldn't help but her eyes widened: "This bow is spanning..."

Xuanyuan Aohan stepped forward: "Forty-five worlds."

"Forty-five...dimensional worlds." Meng Niuniu's expression at the moment can no longer be described as shock.

"Each set of large formations requires about 50,000 gods and kings to build them day and night for several months." Wang Haicheng said quietly: "The world conventions have recruited a large number of volunteers from all over the gods universe. We are now The number of kings that can be mobilized is about 300,000, and it will continue to increase in the future, reaching about one million, but even so, it is still far from enough, so it can only be repaired piece by piece, and manpower must be used. Disperse, the progress is too slow. Once the progress slows down, the vitality and laws will be scattered. The world conferences have spent a lot of resources to consolidate the scattered laws of vitality, but the power and some mysterious and mysterious powers It can't be controlled."

Meng Niuniu murmured: "Millions of Gods, the entire universe, a bow spanning forty-five worlds built together. What a feat."