Supreme God King

"Roar!"

For an instant, there was a roar in Meng Fan's throat, like a wild beast, this moment resounded throughout the field, shaking everyone's eardrums. Under countless gazes, Meng Fan's figure stood on the spot, and at the same time he stretched out his big hand, already controlling the power in the cauldron, and moving toward the tenth cauldron like mountains and seas.

"Huh, looking for death!"

He Qiang snorted coldly when he saw Meng Fan's movements, but at this moment, there was a throbbing in the latter's eyes. For him, such persistence is probably impossible, especially since Meng Fan is so seriously injured, there is still no stance to give up.

If you want to do this, you must be able to maintain your original mind as always. This is undoubtedly a great perseverance in the cultivation process.

However, the more Meng Fan was like this, the more murderous intent flashed in the eyes of He Qiang and the He family and others behind him. If it weren't for this place, it would have already been launched. Because it would be too scary to keep people like Meng Fan, especially for the enemy, it would be enough to sleep and eat.

"This guy... really desperate!"

"Yes, if you continue to practice this way, this piece is enough to kill him!"

In an instant, there was a whisper among the crowd, and there were hundreds of thousands of people around, but now they are extremely shocked. This time the Five Clan Summit has reached this point, and it turns out that all the hope lies in Meng Fan's body. If the latter succeeds, it will be Han Jiasheng. If the latter loses, then I am afraid that the Han family will fall into a dead end.

It's important, just one person!

In this way, whether on the high platform or in the field, this moment is like a dead silence, and even everyone's breathing can be heard. Along with the slow rotation of Meng Fan's palm in the field, another force merged into the keel, and runes flickered on it.

But what shocked Meng Fan was that this keel was obviously higher in quality than the other dragon heads. This quality was not determined by Meng Fan, but was completely dependent on luck.

Among the twelve keel bones, they are refined separately, and how much power they can bear depends on the self-formation of the keel bones.

His pupils shrank, and Meng Fan controlled the strength between the materials at the same time, merging into the keel a little bit, and continuously blending underneath, it was just a half-pillar of incense, which made the light shine on the keel. Wen became more and more dazzling.

"Hey!"

In an instant, Meng Fan uttered a word, moved his five fingers lightly, and at the same time controlled the rune and began to force this keel to transform. However, beyond Meng Fan's expectation, the keel trembled at the next moment, and a crack appeared on it. . . . Shattered!

Puff!

At this moment, the cauldron is unstable, the fire is overflowing, and the air waves are flying, and the first one is Meng Fan. The directly vibrating mouth of blood spurted out, and he stepped back three steps. In the next moment, Meng Fan Step on the ground with one foot and barely stabilized.

However, at this moment, the blood in Meng Fan's body was rioting, and another mouthful of blood spurted out between Meng Fan's mouth. At the same time, when he looked inside, he discovered that there was already a large amount of internal bleeding in his internal organs.

Such injuries are not serious!

If it weren't for Meng Fan's Xiaoqiang body, it would be enough to kill him just under this shock. And now it's okay that Meng Fan doesn't move, but once it's a movement, the qi and blood all over his body must be spewing, and there is even a feeling of breaking apart in the muscles.

Obviously, with ten bones shattered, Meng Fan is no longer qualified to refine the weapon again. If the latter's injury is not stable now, it will definitely leave hidden dangers in the future.

"Meng Fan, don't go on anymore. Melting bones can be practiced in the future, and you still have a chance to win the ancient Phoenix blood!"

Xiaotian's voice came, and the tone was full of dignity. Naturally, Meng Fan's refining tool had reached the moment of life and death, and it was absolutely unwise to try again. And Meng Fan was silent for a while, transmission said,

"Are you sure there is still a chance? Once the Han family fails, the He family dominates, not to mention that it is against me, I am afraid that the strength will inevitably skyrocket, and there are strong people in the Profound Origin Realm, and it is difficult to find the ancient blood of the Phoenix. Harder!"

"But you!"

Before Xiaotian could finish speaking, Meng Fan waved his hand and at the same time took a step forward, returning directly to the cauldron. Breathing out a deep breath, in the next moment Meng Fan's palm moved, and another majestic force circulated, urging the cauldron, let the previous material power slowly surging, and once again merged into the eleventh keel Among.

Obviously, Meng Fan absolutely didn't want to give up like this, and naturally planned to continue, so that everyone in the field suddenly looked like it was difficult to utter a word. After all, under this kind of method, everyone could see that Meng Fan was supporting him. Once the idea was slackened, then the latter’s life might not be guaranteed.

However, the latter still chose this way, which immediately caused an uproar among the crowd, and He Qiang's complexion was also very bad at this moment, and he shouted coldly,

"Little miscellaneous, you only have time for a stick of incense. Two hours have come. I didn't expect you to be so willing to resist. I really don't understand. You, an extinct soul realm, dare to try an eighth-order divine object. , Do what I dare not to do, I think you are tired and crooked!"

The tone was cold, and at this moment everyone in the He family looked at Meng Fan, full of complacency and mockery. Obviously, they saw Meng Fan's failure more urgently at this moment, so this kind of words shocked the slightest. No mercy.

"If you can succeed, then the souls of the Holy Realm might have cultivated for nothing!"

"Hmph, don't care about him, Brother He Qiangqiang, this guy still has the last time to stick incense, but I'm afraid he was dead before that, no one will collect his body!"

There were countless mocking sounds around him, and Meng Fan’s face was expressionless, only the power of continuously blending in the materials in the cauldron, when the little sky in the small tower was almost violent, golden. The light appeared, almost jumping from Meng Fan's body.

"Your mother, I'm so angry with my little master. My little master hasn't seen anyone thicker than you since ancient times. Are you your own soul for the Holy Realm!"

Xiaotian roared, directly exploding swearing, his tone was full of resentment, but after all, he didn't make a move.

Over the years, he naturally understood that Meng Fan seemed to be easy-going, and he valued the people around him extremely, but for the latter, he had a great obsession with what he insisted on. Since Meng Fan does not have it now Do it, so Xiaotian will naturally not choose to do it.

Even if the relationship between Xiaotian and Meng Fan is more of a friend, but in these years, from the beginning of neglect, until now, in countless subtle changes, Xiaotian has already regarded Meng Fan as his master and got his Recognized.

If it is reported that the Xuanhuang Pagoda, which was famous in the ancient times and suppressed the heavens, is here to recognize the Lord, I am afraid that it will cause absolutely no small shock in the ten thousand domains.

But among countless eyes and words, Meng Fan ignored him, completely silent in the nourishing keel. After a few breaths, the rune on the eleventh keel flickered, and in the next moment it was like again The previous ten pieces were average and burst into pieces!

Puff!

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Meng Fan is now like a blood man, striding backwards, dyed in red and black robe. In this situation, even the breath of the whole body is extremely weak, as if it may be annihilated at any time.

"Enough, little friend, thank you very much this time, our Han family... admit that we failed!"

In an instant, an old voice came from Gaotaizhi, and the person who spoke was the ancestor of the Han family. Now his old face was full of sighs. The moment the sound fell, the entire field was immediately shaken. Everyone looked at each other and was full of regret for Meng Fanji.

Among them, people with discerning eyes can see that Meng Fan is not very old, but he has reached such a point. Even if it is not successful, it is enough to shock countless people!

"That's right!"

Looking at Meng Fan with disdain, a cold smile appeared on He Qiang’s face.

"It should have been so, let me waste so much time because of you, it's a pity, this champion belongs to me after all!"

An indifferent voice came, and at the same time there was a cheering among the He family, including a smile on the face of the He family ancestor. However, at the next moment, a voice came from above the refining square,

"No, there is still a little time left, I still...not lost!"

In an instant, an indifferent voice came out, and everyone's eyes could be seen by the speaker. . . . Meng Fan!

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Meng Fan gritted his teeth and turned a blind eye to the injuries in his body. At the same time, he roared in his heart.

"Xiaotian, help me!"

A few words fell, and Xiao Tian in the space suddenly sighed softly, but in a flash, a golden tower shadow appeared around Meng Fan's body.

A tower emerged, the golden body, there was a terrible atmosphere that shrouded the void, and the ancient aura overflowed. At the same time, the power of this small tower was directly integrated into the body of Meng Fan, forcibly stabilizing the latter's injury.

In the previous bursts, Meng Fan’s injuries were already extremely serious, but because of Xiaotian’s help, all the blood in Meng Fan’s body at this moment was restored to its peak in the next moment, although time was not Many, but it is completely enough for Meng Fan!

As soon as he raised his hand, in the next moment Meng Fan once again merged his mental power with the mother cauldron. At the same time, all the material power was directly integrated into the last keel in the field. Obviously Meng Fan wanted to do it. . . . . One last fight!