Supreme God King

Meng Fan came to a stream. On both sides of the stream, there were dozens of villages. These villages were very prosperous. Each village had thousands of families, spreading along the stream to the north.

By the stream, there are some fishing boats and many children, but these children are not playing, but painting. A teacher is constantly pointing them to paint. Although the words are superficial, there are many principles of heaven in the words of the teacher. These children are not painting ordinary landscapes. They are observing the traces of the movement of the landscape and then drawing

Come.

Meng Fan walked by curiously and looked at the paintings of these children. These children were very serious. No one looked up at him. Meng Fan was also very peaceful and occasionally smiled. The instructor nodded at Meng Fan. This instructor is in the realm of the gods. He can't see the realm of Meng Fan at all. But from many behaviors, he can see that Meng Fan is very powerful, but he is neither humble nor overbearing. Did not speak, continue to teach

To the children.

Meng Fan watched quietly for half an hour. These children completed some paintings. The teacher asked them to take a break and then continue painting.

Meng Fan slowly came to sit on a rough stone stool by the stream, closed his eyes, and was extremely comfortable.

He sat for a long time.

After another hour, the teacher took the children away.

In half an hour, the people on the fishing boat also left, because the sun is about to go down.

But soon, the villages on both sides of the stream were lit up, the lights were bright, and the stream was also bright red.

Gradually, some new people appeared by the stream. They were vendors from outside. They set up stalls beside the stream. Then there were many men and women who gathered from various villages to form a market.

There were also some old men who looked very leisurely, came to the stream and started fishing.

The night is as lively as the day.

But no one is close to Meng Fan.

Meng Fan kept his eyes closed and rested comfortably. These people who came and went could feel that Meng Fan was much stronger than himself, and had an extraordinary temperament. They realized that Meng Fan was enjoying it, so they didn't want to disturb.

Several hours passed.

It was almost midnight.

But on both sides of the stream, it is still very lively.

Finally, Meng Fan opened his eyes.

He slowly turned around.

Behind him, stood a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is wearing a dark brown robe without any pattern on the robe. The man is about nine feet tall, he is very handsome, his face is clear and clean, his hands are behind his back.

He looked at Meng Fan quietly, and when Meng Fan turned around, the man bowed his hands and saluted: "Here, Nine-Five Yang."

Nine Five Yangs.

The prehistoric universe, one of the thirteen gods of ten calamities.

The leader of a certain giant force.

He may never have been to this village.

But he came today.

Meng Fan nodded.

Jiuwuyang said: "I've been waiting for a long time."

Meng Fan stood up, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled: "It's not long enough. I should let me sleep for a while."

Twenty-seven hours ago.

Meng Fan jumped out of the black hole and stepped into the wild universe.

The Honghuang Tiandi who had been hiding in the depths of the Peace Alliance suddenly opened his eyes.

The primordial universe is like the body of the primordial emperor, he can feel a little change, not to mention, it is a powerful law that the primordial universe does not have-the law of black holes, appearing out of thin air, he can feel it more clearly.

So he immediately spread the news that the ten overlords in the Primordial Universe also began to mobilize various large formations and many forces of the Peace Alliance to look for those who came.

And Meng Fan didn't intentionally hide his whereabouts. After he stepped into the wild universe, all his actions were natural.

So soon, they found Meng Fan's location.

But when the nearest giant arrived, he found that Meng Fan was not there.

This giant was a little at a loss, because he left immediately when he got the news, only half an hour later, Meng Fan was completely gone.

In the next twenty hours, the giants of the Primordial Universe and the various forces of the Peace Alliance tried their best to find Meng Fan, which caused quite a stir.

Because they don't know who the comer is.

It's just that the emperor of the great desolation speculates that the person who came should be an immortal.

They are very worried, they are visitors to the world of meaning, and their purpose is the emperor of the wild.

But they were half right. They were indeed rushing to the Heavenly Emperor, but they weren't the people of the world.

The primordial emperor could not show up, these giants went crazy looking for Meng Fan.

It's not that Meng Fan's whereabouts are uncertain.

It's just that Meng Fan is strolling all the way, and no matter what these giants do, it is impossible to keep up with his speed.

Until he sat down by this stream and sat for seven hours, the giant Jiuwuyang got news from the Emperor of Heaven. He was the closest giant, so he burned his strength madly and ran towards here.

About a stick of incense, he came here and immediately locked Meng Fan.

Because Meng Fan is strong or weak, he can't feel it, so he can be sure that this person is an immortal.

This is the first time that the Nine-Five Yangs are born and face immortality.

Even though he was the King of Ten Tribulations and a giant who had lived for more than a billion years, he was also very nervous.

At this time, the Emperor of Heaven took the initiative to communicate with him.

Tell him that this person is not an enemy, and ask Jiuwuyang to invite this person to him.

So Jiuwuyang spoke.

Meng Fan glanced back at the stream, glanced at Jiuwuyang, and said with a smile: "Don't bother."

After that, he disappeared.

The Nine-Five Yang was stunned in place.

But soon, he heard the words of the Emperor, so he turned and left.

After forty-seven breaths.

Meng Fan appeared outside the Great Council of the Peace Alliance. The Peace Alliance is not luxurious. It is very different from the world conferences. The most breathtaking buildings in the Kings Universe are basically concentrated in the World Conferences. Many years ago, some people commented that the Kings Universe is a miracle six. Ten built

More than half of Zhuli are in the world conventions, and the others are basically divided into various worlds. In the future, there will be 17 heavenly courts, five in the human world, three in the dragon world, one in the devil world, and the craftsman empire. Seven.

But the peace alliance of the primordial universe looks quite simple, even "shabby". As a symbol of the supreme power of the peace alliance, the Great Council Hall looks like an ordinary palace of a secular dynasty.

It was quiet at night, and there were no lights here.

No one even guards.

Meng Fan stepped up the steps and stepped into the parliament hall.

There was no light in the parliament hall, only three people.

Two of them are God Kings of the Ten Tribulations, apparently the other two giants of the Primordial Universe.

And the other one.

It was the emperor of heaven who had ever seen Meng Fan.

Hong Huang Tiandi looked at Meng Fan, stood up, and nodded gently. Meng Fan also nodded gently.