Chapter 1306

Endless darkness, no life!

Under the endless swallowing of the emperor's tools and spirits, only the last spiritual power belonging to Meng fan is still in it. However, compared with Zhou Tian, it is too small and too fragile.

"Jie Jie... Has persisted for such a long time, but still has some skills .

"it's just a pity . you don't have a chance Now, when will it be? "

Surrounded by the endless darkness, the voice contains a hypnotic smell. Naturally, it comes from the spirit of the emperor. In this long confrontation between the two sides, he has the absolute upper hand, and his tone is quite evil.

However, this last trace of Meng fan's spiritual power is completely indifferent, and has not been affected at all, allowing the voice of emperor's utensils to fall continuously.

Finally, after countless centuries, Meng fan's voice dropped slowly . so much, isn't it tiring? "

"Hum!"

The tool spirit of the emperor sneered,

"I just think you are weak like a mole ant. It's just ridiculous!"

"Yes? Do you think you can't erase my last thought? "

Meng fan calm way, tone does not have any waves.

"It's just a matter of time!"

"Is it true that the tools and spirits of the emperor's way also like to boast? Can you erase my will?"

Words such as electricity, slowly fall, but it seems that there is no doubt, suddenly let the endless darkness between the Zhou Tian shudder, as if at this moment there are countless pairs of big hands toward Meng fan, with the fury of thunder.

"Joke, you are too arrogant. You are a little younger generation, but you dare to talk to me like this. Hum... In the long history, I have seen more gods than you have heard. What qualifications do you have?"

The voice of the emperor's road boomed out, like thunder, while the endless breath suppressed, as if to tear Meng fan completely.

However, under the endless changes of this week, Meng fan remained motionless and said calmly, "it's a long river of history... But now the future belongs to me, the times are different, the past remains unchanged, and the future... Is uncertain!"

"You think that by virtue of your ability to surpass the gods, all the masters of the way of emperors in the past dynasties have the sacred qualification to sweep the world and be the only one in the world. What do you think you have?"

The emperor's way of indifference was filled with infinite contempt. And with the sound falling down, in this endless darkness like stars, like the general explosion, at the same time, out of which a line of virtual shadow.

Each is a dreamlike character, but the breath does not move. The only thing in common is that it has endless domineering power, just like a king who runs through the world and breaks through everything.

"Kneel down!"

Two words spit out, full of seven or eight virtual shadows standing around here, some young, some old, looks different, only the breath of each person is suppressed, the Sunday is broken.

If there are ancient people here, it must be amazing, because everyone here is a great emperor, famous in ancient times.

The middle-aged one is called the ancient devil emperor, while the old one is the God of green lotus. Another one looks very young but has existed for hundreds of thousands of years. His surname is Jiang and his name is soul. He has been called the great emperor of jianghun in ancient times .

this group of people are the masters of the imperial road in the past dynasties. The latter has experienced too much, but the masters of any one of them can be said to be earth shaking, reaching the sacred level. At the same time, they emerge and shake the earth. This virtual shadow of the Dao is like a living holy emperor, dominating the world.

Such repression makes Meng fan encounter a strong oppression. At any time, it seems that it is the last spiritual force that can be broken. It has to be said that the pressure of this group of great emperors is too great. Anyone who sees it will tremble and surrender. Even if a sacred statue is here, it will be defeated immediately. This is not a shadow of a great emperor, but a group of people.

In the long time of Wanyu, the names of these seven or eight people are resounding through everything, and now it is standing in front of Meng fan, aiming at the latter.

As soon as his mental strength was swept away, Meng fan looked around him, but he was indifferent to the arrival of countless great emperors' breath, as if he had not seen it.

"Why, do you think you can match this group of ancient emperors?"

The voice of the emperor's way was full of sarcasm.

Meng fan is a smile, calm relative, this last trace of spiritual power like petals unfolded, at the same time, the light flashing, breath diffusion, is Meng fan's martial arts, integration of his means under many years, is his will, this moment, completely burst out, displayed in front of the emperor's Tao and spirit.

"The gods in your mouth have become history. You have already said that the past is immortal and the future is uncertain. This group of emperors is indeed rampant in ancient times and built up a great fighting force. However, in the future, they are destined to have my share. They have become settled, but I am still undecided. How can you know that I am inferior to them and can not surpass them? In my way, I do not respect heaven and earth, do not worship the gods, and I am the only one person. In the past, the gods run rampant. Then, because there is no me, and I have already come out, then the gods will no longer be gods! "Sounds rumble, ideas spread.

Even though there is a breath of endless emperors in the sky, and several great emperors are in front of him, Meng fan shows his own martial arts, with relative will and calm.

Even before the emperors, Meng fan did not feel discouraged or retreated. On the contrary, he was calm and ignored the gods.

This is not arrogance, but Meng fan's own idea, which has strengthened his own cultivation of mind over the years. If there is no such kind of cultivation, I am afraid that among countless times of life and death, Meng fan has already died, giving up who he is, forever.

"Praise!"

At the next moment, all the emperors around him laughed, but they did not have the previous oppression. Each emperor vomited a word from his mouth. Looking at Meng fan, he seemed to be smiling and nodding towards him.

This scene is too amazing, as if this group of ancient emperors resurrected and recognized Meng fan. If you have a good eye, you will understand that this is the fusion of wills, which will allow this group of great emperors to recognize.

There is no way to fake it. It seems simple, but it requires that the successor of the imperial road should have the heart of a real great emperor. Looking at the world, that emperor does not have the power to dominate the world and ignore the domineering and ambition of others. Laozi is the first in the world, and the others are all under me. If there is no such ambition, how can we call it an emperor!

Several great emperors, meanwhile, admit that when they smile at Meng fan, the breath becomes soft, the light flashes, and the whole world becomes bright. This is around Meng fan's center, just like the core of the whole star river. The infinite power is integrated into Meng fan and recognizes him.

Even if there are still some words about the tools and spirits of emperor Tao at this moment, but looking at this scene is quite speechless. Even though Meng fan is young, even though his state of view is just low, it has already met any requirements of the emperor. The most important thing to control the emperor's way is not strength, but That kind of King's heart, just can drive . the way of the king!

Boom!

In an instant, with the approval of the emperors, Meng fan's mental strength suddenly soared. His body shook outside, his eyes opened, and he woke up from this world. His body stood up and his Qi and blood pounded, just like an archaic Warcraft, he stood up.

Finally . wake up!

One person, one tool, spiritual fusion, at this moment Meng fan was recognized by the emperor and became a new descendant of this ancient artifact.

At the moment of Meng fan's inheritance, the bells on the sky reached 78 beats. In the core of the Imperial Palace, you can see a huge space crack. On the sky, it looks like a sun, which is extremely dazzling.

This space crack is a door, through which no one knows what is in it. The faint breath is enough to make the sacred tremble.

In front of them, there are six elders, all dressed in grey linen robes, with no expression on their faces. They are just sitting between the heaven and the earth. Their white hair and their rolling vitality are surging from their bodies. They blend into the gate of space and maintain the operation of the door of space.

Any one can understand that the six elders sitting in this void are Any of the six gods seems to be able to create the world and destroy everything.

God yuan strong, eternal!

However, in this temple, there are six people sitting on the sky at the same time. This scene is too spectacular. Even after passing by, many Tianjiao can't help but be surprised. They salute the existence of the six, and then they step into the palace.

After the bell rings, the door of the imperial palace is closed after eighty-one strokes. At this moment, it can be said that the heroes are boiling.

Countless Tianjiao stepped into it, and at the moment of the eightieth bell, there were three figures around the sky. Naturally, they were Meng fan, Bai shui'er and Cao Qiushui.

Looking at this scene, their Qi and blood trembled at the same time, and they felt the incomparable pressure. After saluting the six elders, they also followed and stepped into them. At last, they were not late. However, it is obvious that the three men of Meng fan are the last group. After the three people's bodies are integrated into it, the 81st bell falls slowly, shaking the world.

"Close!"

Above the sky, the six old men spewed out one word at the same time, their faces were expressionless. As soon as they grasped the emptiness of their hands, endless spatial fluctuations came upon them. At the same time, the voice of the ancient vicissitudes fell down: "flowers bloom for a thousand years, heaven and earth, and the emperor's palace opens for ten years Ten years later . reappear... "

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