Chapter 3193

Outside the Great Wall by the sea, several Elven soldiers in thin gold armour saw Meng fan approaching step by step. They suddenly got cold, raised their spears in their hands and yelled: "stop!"

Meng fan walked out of the sand, his face gradually became clear. He looked at several elves and said: "they are all half step gods."

Several soldiers frowned: "isn't it an elf? Not the villain of frontier fortress tribe? Who are you? "

"Take it first and then!"

A soldier suddenly rises from the sky, disappears in the sky, and then falls, like a meteor falling to the ground. The golden spear in his hand is aimed at Meng fan's eyebrow, and the rolling sand forms a tornado. There are many ghost faces in the tornado.

"Interesting martial arts." Meng fan is more and more curious.

The golden spear is broken.

The armor was broken.

The spirit soldier flies backward and inlays into the wall. The spirit is broken and several thoughts are flying disorderly. Meng fan inhales them in one breath.

Several spirit soldiers did not respond.

Meng fan's eyes twinkled and his spirit spun rapidly.

"On the edge of the desert and in the green space, there are nine great elves empires. They have served the poet's civilization for several billion years. Their civilization, culture and knowledge are all learned from the poet's civilization.

The poets divided them into nine empires. Every three years, the nine empires selected young men and women to send them to the poet's civilization. On the one hand, they studied the poet's culture, on the other hand, they served the poets' daily life. When they came to adulthood, some elves stayed in the poet's civilization, some returned to their own empire and brought back knowledge. They were not only the servants of the poets, but also the poets' knowledge of civilization A repository of.

Several Elven warriors have sounded the alarm.

Meng fan waved.

The soldiers of the whole frontier fortress are quietly turned into vermicelli. Their spirits are devoured by Meng fan. They chew and digest their spirits. All kinds of knowledge about the poet's civilization are absorbed by Meng fan.

A moment later, Meng fan breathed out a breath and exhaled one idea to form a spirit. In a blink of an eye, the broken flesh bodies were restored to their original state. These spirits returned to the body.

The memory of the poet's civilization in the minds of thousands of spirit soldiers in the frontier fortress has been re engraved. However, Meng fan left their lives and did not kill them. These spirit soldiers were in a state of half sleep and half awaking after a life and death, and the frontier fortress was silent.

Meng fan raised his head.

From the sea of clouds, a blue column of light fell down, pounding the earth, raising dust. A moment later, the dust fell to the ground, and the light column dispersed. A man in a white plain robe stood in front of Meng fan. He looked back at the frontier fortress, looked back at Meng fan, and bowed his hands and saluted: "Lord Tianwang has stepped into the realm of omnipotence, life and death, flesh and bones, a thought Already. "

"It's easy to be reborn. Even without those broken bodies, I can transform this frontier and reshape their bodies with clay." Meng fan light way, just did a trivial matter.

The white robed man said, "in the next Zhou Yi, he is a poet. The king of heaven is looking for the entrance of the poet's civilization to fill the last gap in the universe and obtain all the history, knowledge and philosophy. It seems that Wang Yin failed. The old overlords he reconstructed with his memory did not hide the eyes of the heavenly king. "

Meng Fan said without expression: "do you want me to go through the nine Elven empires or tell me the entrance of the poet's civilization directly?"

"Of course, we won't tell the Lord of heaven that this is not the Taoist Lord's intention. The king of heaven has not gone according to the Taoist Lord's imagination. We can't make a mistake."

"So you're here to stop me."

"I'm not so ignorant. I'm just a God King of six robberies. I can't stop the king of heaven."

Zhou Yi waved.

The huge frontier fortress rose into the air and was directly removed.

The sea of clouds scattered a little, there were many gaps, the sun through the sea of clouds, reflecting many shadows above.

Meng fan looks around the sea of clouds.

See the thousands of figures.

"Eight thousand seven hundred and twenty poets from the long farewell class of poet civilization come to meet the adults."

Zhou Yi arched his hand again and made a deep salute. His head almost reached his knee.

And then.

Eight thousand seven hundred and twenty poets came down from the sky!

Meng fan looked at the falling figures, and heard a stirring chant in his ear. He gently raised his shoulders, and his body suddenly expanded hundreds of times into a snow like white gold dragon, spinning into the air to meet the poets.

Between the sea of clouds, light and shadow flickered.

Poetry recitation.

The Dragon sings like a song.

A poet who respected the realm of God and King fell like a comet and fell into the desert, smashing pieces of dust and rolling, echoing the sea of clouds in the sky.

In front of Meng Fanhua's giant dragon, the poet in the sky is as small as a mosquito.

When Meng fan rushed to the top of the sea of clouds, more than 1000 poets had fainted and fallen into the desert.

Poetry and Longyin still reverberate.The mottled sunlight cast between the sea of sand, like a dream.

It constitutes an aesthetic epic.

Meng fan who rushed through the sea of clouds did not stop.

He's still hovering up.

He gradually approached the sun of the ninth empire.

Still standing on the earth, Zhou Yi raised his head and watched Meng fan's dragon fly into the halo of the sun. He couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

From the dragon to the human form, Meng fan turned to face the earth and thousands of poets with the sun as the background.

Flip the palm.

The meaning of light comes out.

Into the sun by him.

The whole continent, the world, suddenly turned pale.

There was a groan of pain between the clouds.

After a few moments, the dazzling light dissipated, and the whole continent became a sea of fire, which was strengthened by the meaning of light, and the sun burned the whole world thousands of times.

And all the creatures, including the poets and the gods, have covered their faces, and they have lost sight of the naked eye.

Poets, gods and kings immediately release their spirits and perceive all things.

Meng fan stretched out his hand and summoned the sun in the sky.

The sun disappeared.

In the palm of his hand.

Meng fan threw it into his mouth and swallowed it.

The whole continent is in the dark again.

On the earth of night, there are flames burning.

The depth of the flame.

Wisps of black smoke are brewing.

These smoke and dust become more and more thick, gather together, form a rolling torrent, and then rise to the sky, twist and turn into a black dragon, killing the poet God King between Xiangyun sea.

It was the Dragon formed by the combination of the dark and the dark. In the absence of light, these dragons thrived and doubled every moment.

When the dragons rush to the sea of clouds.

The sea of clouds has become purgatory.

Meng fan watched silently for a moment. His shoulders shrugged. Two huge wings, one black and one white, grew out of his back. The wings of yin and Yang vibrated like a giant bat in the dark, killing his prey.

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