Another martial arts atmosphere, another independent martial arts system!

How much knowledge does Meng Fan have when he sweeps across ten thousand domains, sets foot in Shenyin, and faces countless secret giants who have never been born? It is not worse than the ancient emperor who led the ancient gods to suppress the world hundreds of thousands of years ago, and is still a king today.

But in the splendid and prosperous scene, bits and pieces of breath, completely different martial arts, even if Meng Fan searched the mountains and the sea to dig out his spiritual knowledge, he did not find any cases.

Although they have the same roots, they are completely independent.

If it weren't for Meng Fan's current insight into the highest realm, penetrating the endless space, he would even have a hint of suspicion that all the sights in the imperial palace are just a trap, someone turned out to shake his martial arts, his soul.

Whether it is the ancient emperor, the lord of the thirteen halls, or the gods of the hidden giants, they are all at the top of the ancient times. Not only are they amazing in strength, but they are also more sophisticated than the sea. If someone uses the imperial palace as a bait, he will set up a big game in it. It is not impossible to shake Meng Fan's cognition and martial spirit first, and then entice him to explore the secrets illusioned by the imperial palace.

Fighting all the way, looking for the way against the sky, what secret means have you never seen?

But he is Meng Fan.

Not to mention the method of Heaven's Dao algorithm, just use his eyes to see, and understand that the scene in the imperial palace is real or has existed.

The reason, no one!

It is the scene, billions of prosperous, even though it is different from everything that Meng Fan knows, it is in order, multiplying in an orderly manner, and also following the law that belongs to the source of the heavens. It is completely true!

"Ancient creatures..."

Savoring the ethereal voice, electric light and flint, Meng Fan made various calculations, and suddenly, his heart trembled violently.

It's trembling!

I haven't had a trembling feeling in many years.

Vaguely, he guessed something.

Hundreds of thousands of years, countless years ago, the source of the heavens created the world. For the majesty of opening the sky, no one could speculate in ancient times. Only the breath and taste of the source of the heavens can invent many myths. , Few people can follow the clues that are almost wiped out by the years, and see the secrets of the past with their own eyes.

But among the few people, there is Meng Fan.

Epoch... Vanish...

We... live in this era.

Then, there is the last era...

This did not make Meng Fan's heart tremble.

Reaching his realm is immortal in a sense. If he was the frail Wuzhen boy back then, perhaps for him, the ages of heaven and earth would have grown to the extreme, and could not be measured at all, but now, how many One hundred thousand years, it seems not long.

Too many giants that have lived for hundreds of thousands of years are now full and deep, with no signs of aging. Some of them even compete with Meng Fan.

If Meng Fan is a domineering young man, those giants of hundreds of thousands of years are a brilliant middle-aged and old man.

Then of course he had guessed, before these "old people", before the source of the heavens created the world, what did the world look like?

Maybe, chaos? Total silence? In the endless chaos, there is a source of heaven.

But now it seems that the source of the heavens had created it before it created the world.

This epoch, perhaps, is already the first or the tenth epoch.

All the thoughts are like a huge abyss. Even Meng Fan will be pulled into it and sink into it. So he immediately calmed his mind and opened his eyes!

In front of him, there was an imperial palace that was only the size of a fist and looked dark and dull, occasionally flashing mysterious golden light.

This has allowed countless people to worship for countless years, and the supreme existence of belief is now held by him.

Because Essence has shown signs of rupture, wandering on the edge of collapse, he has just been fighting continuously, and he has used his lore means. At this moment, Meng Fan's body is rickety, even coughing up some blood, and his hair is full. Thousands of blue silks, sometimes pitch black like the night sky, sometimes pale like wind and snow.

Cracks appeared on his face and body!

This scene is extremely scary.

The countless monks who gathered here, but only dared to stand far away, all expressed solemn expressions.

The vision was too shocking. The ancient emperor and the thirteen hall masters clashed for a moment. Naturally, the heaven and the earth shattered, causing the surrounding space to dry up and rot, causing countless people to suffocate, and even some people with insufficient concentration felt their origins shaking.

But the appearance of this generation of supreme king Meng Fan is even more shocking and shocking!

It seems that at any time, this supreme king will shatter, and a generation of myths will end here!

Feeling the violent fluctuation of Meng Fan's aura, the thirteen hall masters immediately scattered everywhere, not wanting to fight with the ancient emperor, while staring at Meng Fan coldly.

The ancient emperor, the emperor of the ages, also stood upright, holding his hands empty, as if grasping the supremacy of the universe, and looking at Meng Fan with his left light.

correct!

Meng Fan at this moment is the weakest moment!

But whether it was the thirteen hall masters, the ancient emperor, or the countless powerful people around, they didn't dare to doubt Meng Fan's power.

For many years and many times when he was about to die, Meng Fan also passed through it calmly. At this moment, even if Meng Fan’s injury is more serious, even if he is not protected by a thousand mothers and children, he is just a blue shirt, a rickety body, and a cough. Standing there with blood, no one dared to challenge his majesty with the mentality of taking advantage of it!

Therefore, in the vast void, there was silence, only Meng Fan continued to cough and cough up blood.

The thirteen hall masters are ready to move. I want to take this opportunity to completely obliterate Meng Fan from time and space and remove all traces, but even they dare not look down on Meng Fan at any moment, let alone stand in front of them infinitely murderous Gu Huang!

"Everyone..."

Suddenly, a hoarse and vicissitudes of life sounded, making people feel a heavy pressure.

It was Meng Fan who spoke.

It attracted everyone's attention as it should.

"How many years of Wanyu, Haohao Tangtang, a romantic figure since ancient times, is just a joke now."

A few words, lightly uttered, but every word, it seems that a giant of heaven and earth has settled down, smashing into the ten thousand domain, so that every figure above the gods realm can hear clearly!

Especially those half-step divine, infinitely close to the existence of the **** king, it feels more clear.

There are even many talents or veterans who have been in these years, who are infinitely close to the realm of the **** king. In their understanding, the gap between themselves and the **** king is just that step away, but at this moment, They realized that they were sitting on a well and watching the sky, because Meng Fan's voice hit their hearts directly, and there was an indescribable sense of oppression. It seemed that just one word could shake their origin and break their vitality!

I don't know how many powerful people, at this moment, the bottom of my heart is branded, and I am in awe of Meng Fan.

But the eyes of the thirteen hall masters were deeper and colder.

The corner of Gu Huang's mouth rose slightly.

They all felt that in just an instant, Meng Fan's realm had undergone a qualitative change!

It is not improvement, but change, as if sublimation, it is spiritual sublimation.

I don't know what is hidden in the imperial palace?

"It's just a laugh now..."

Meng Fan continued: "But there are some names that have not become jokes. These names are immortal steles, nodes of history, and they are the existence of Ten Thousand Regions today, and they are the first recognized overlord of Ten Thousand Regions. Emperor!"

His index finger was a little bit empty, without any murderous intentions, just pointed at the ancient emperor.

Later, he turned his direction and pointed to the thirteen hall masters.

"There is also the intention to control the entire Ten Thousand Domains and turn the sentient beings of Ten Thousand Domains into slaves, the 13th Hall Master! The sword above the heads of all the **** kings, the shadow in the heart.

After talking about the ancient emperor and the thirteen hall master.

After that, he laughed.

The smile is very casual.

But it reveals infinite heroism and momentum.

Because at such a weak moment, facing the ancient emperor and the thirteen hall masters, he could still laugh out!

Among the countless powerhouses, there were even sobbing sounds. They were some young talents who grew up listening to Meng Fan’s name, but had never seen them before. Now they see him with his own eyes who regard the two overlords as nothing. After the smile, excitement, excitement, reverence and other emotions are intertwined, tears flowed out!

The myth of living.

Then, Meng Fan reached out and pointed at himself.

"And I."

And I!

Just three words, as soft as a whisper, but with an aura that has shocked the past and present!

At one time, the only one who truly shook the world and ruled all sentient beings was the ancient emperor.

After that, the ancient emperor was defeated by the thirteen hall masters, which enabled the rise of countless powerhouses and many **** kings, and the thirteen hall masters also became the supreme figure, an existence that everyone is afraid of. All seem to be living in their shadow.

Finally, in this era, Meng Fan appeared, confronted the ancient emperor, killed the thirteen hall masters, and held up a big umbrella for countless people.

Three generations of overlords.

Countless history.

Eternal hero.

Haohao soup soup.

All in a few words from Meng Fan.

Meng Fan's broken body suddenly condensed again at this moment, but it was very unnatural and reluctant.

His open mouth was still a little bit bright red, but what he said was loud.

"Although the injury is serious, I still have the power to fight. The Hundred-legged Worm is dead but not stiff. Come on, hurt each other!"

Meng Fan's voice reverberated in the tens of thousands of domains, revealing heroism, and also a rogue taste that made many people who know Meng Fan laugh.

Also at this moment, there were countless pairs of eyes around the Dark Alliance.

They are all powerful people who spy on the dark alliance, and among them, there are even a lot of people from the thirteen hall masters and people who contribute to the flames.

Because Meng Fan entered the imperial palace, he might die in nine deaths. Many people watched the wind. Many of them were chess pieces and puppets buried by the thirteen hall masters. These secret tricks are on standby at any time. Hope that the fallen characters of the dark alliance will appear and surround the dark alliance.

Although they didn't do anything, although they were hidden, as long as Meng Fan had an accident, the dark alliance would be attacked the most violently.

But at this moment, when Meng Fan’s last words, "Hurt each other!" spread all over the tens of thousands of domains and the dark alliance, in the entire dark alliance, whether it is endless confidence in Meng Fan, or extremely worried Yes, they all laughed.

The whole dark alliance roared with laughter!

The laughter also spread out, spread out, and penetrated countless spaces.

The eyes lurking everywhere left a lot quietly.

The twelve hall masters stared at Meng Fan without saying a word. Suddenly, a thick black death aura exploded from their bodies!