Chapter 1581: A matter of course
Thirty thousand years old, qi and blood are like the setting sun, and Meng Chuan has a few strands of white hair on his temples.
But Meng Chuan still has thousands of years to live.
"I experienced the feeling of aging for the first time..." Meng Chuan experienced it carefully.
It is also helpless to say that after he became an emperor in the humanistic realm, he never grew old.
After comprehending the road of war against the immortals of the world, he forcibly transformed again and again.
After each transformation, Meng Chuan had tens of thousands of Shou Yuan, but without using up these Shou Yuan once, he started the next transformation, and his Shou Yuan increased greatly.
I have never felt the feeling of aging in my whole life, unlike other red dust immortals.
I didn't expect to make up for this regret now.
Meng Chuan stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the sunset, like his life in this life.
After another five thousand years, Meng Chuan was thirty-five thousand years old.
For five thousand years, Meng Chuan has been meditating, sometimes looking up at the sky, as if seeing through the boundary wall and seeing the bright world outside.
For 35,000 years, the prosperous world outside has also reached a period of tranquility, and many top talents have also reached the extremes of humanity, pursuing their own path to immortality.
But this is bound to be a long time.
Even if it is the future Primitive Emperor (Footprint Emperor), although Meng Chuan doesn't know which way he is going, he can't become an immortal without a few hundred thousand years.
But the chaos of the outside world, the splendid world has nothing to do with Meng Chuan.
I just thought they were noisy.
Thirty-five thousand years old, Meng Chuan's qi and blood have been visibly decayed, and his whiteheads are wispy, and aging is obvious.
In the vast world, apart from the world itself, there is nothing that Meng Chuan is familiar with.
Thirty-five thousand years ago, this is not uncommon.
But in the age of the end of the Dharma, one life can live for 35,000 years, and when it is spread, it will shock all worlds.
But this is not the end, Meng Chuan lived for another four thousand years and came to thirty-nine thousand years old!
At this age, Meng Chuan is really full of white hair, and his time is running out.
"The great Taoist Emperor will also have this day."
Meng Chuan chuckled, this is incredible, no one can imagine Meng Chuan will become like this.
Whether he has realized the practical method of fighting immortals, no one knows except himself.
On the coast, Meng Chuan looked out at the boundless sea, and he was able to see the whole world because of his good fortune.
Although this skill is not worth mentioning to his real body.
White hair shawls, folds all over his face, qi and blood decay, and life is exhausted.
Now that Meng Chuan is standing in the crowd, people will not associate him with the Taoist ancestor 39,000 years ago.
The gap is too big.
"I don't know how long it has been since the chaos, how are you all doing?" Meng Chuan was ecstatic.
"Whether the cub was hit by the curse, and whether it was resolved."
Uh, this seems to reveal something...
"I don't know how many years have passed, how far my other cub has come, and whether the Emperor is happy."
Meng Chuan thought of a longer future.
The chaos of ancient times will not last long. After all, he has only lived in Diluo for more than 39,000 years, including the years of growth before the extreme human beings.
But Ye Fan and the others were different.
After Meng Chuan went back to Chaos, the time flow of Hedaoli was very unstable, fast and stable.
At this moment, it has crossed a long period of time again, and I am in the emperor's fall, and I am farther and farther away from the Taoist calendar. It is estimated that the flow of time will be more unstable.
The white horse has passed the gap, and goodbye is already a vicissitudes of life.
Meng Chuan wanted to ask Zhang Sanfeng, but after thinking about it, he let it go.
Let him flow.
No big deal will happen anyway.
After another five hundred years, that is, a monkey's time, Meng Chuan's Shouyuan completely came to an end, and he was full of anger.
Sitting in the mortal teahouse, Meng Chuan would only think that he was a dying old man.
Listening to the storyteller in the teahouse telling the story of Daozu, Meng Chuan smiled, drank the tea in his cup, and left here, the city, and the world.
"It's almost there." Meng Chuan said to himself.
Thirty-nine thousand five hundred years, which is a lot of monkey time.
Now that his life has come to an end, Meng Chuan is not going to continue his life.
He is going to be immortal.
Meng Chuan didn't look back at the red dust, his body gradually bloomed with fairy light, and the twilight was washed away.
The white hair on his head turned black, and the brilliance like fairy gold circulated.
The folds on his face disappeared, his skin was full of luster and vitality, and he turned into the appearance of a heroic youth again.
Meng Chuan did not extend his life, but strengthened his body's fairy essence, burned the remaining life, and temporarily returned to his peak.
The earth-shattering momentum spread, sweeping the sky and the seabed, and endless islands.
Meng Chuan's combat power has reached its peak, well, the peak of his life.
The turbulent air waves forced everything in the world to retreat, even the laws had to be avoided, and they did not dare to approach Meng Chuan.
"Zhanxian..."
The supreme battle power broke out, the void shattered, and the avenue became empty.
"Card wipe!"
Meng Chuan's origins were all cracked, as if he couldn't bear this supreme combat power.
This kind of combat power is too tyrannical, and the way he has done this trip is also too tyrannical.
Regarding the cracking of the source, Meng Chuan had no fluctuations in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.
Since the current source cannot carry the combat power at the moment, then change to a new ship!
The world was annihilated every inch, and it was permanently damaged. The dark void flowed like water waves, the avenue was whining, and it quickly retreated, not daring to approach Meng Chuan.
Meng Chuan's source of life is burning, and the scope of his influence is getting bigger and bigger.
This kind of power is too domineering, and it has a huge impact on people and the external environment.
Fighting against the holy emperor and transforming it into a war immortal, after the failure, it directly led to a great change in the world, and the environment of the world was no longer suitable for survival.
He failed to transform into a war immortal, which directly ended the Primordial Era.
With Meng Chuan's power at the moment, if he fails, the origin of this world will be affected, the avenues will be damaged, and there will be no emperor born within a million years.
"boom!"
The supreme combat power broke through the sky, the will was substantiated, the world seemed to be sinking, Meng Chuan's origin was completely destroyed, and he was destroyed by his own combat power.
But Meng Chuan's momentum did not decline in any way, he was still high, and the boundary walls were pierced.
A stream of light with an inexplicable luster appeared beside Meng Chuan and poured into his body.
On this road, the word combat power seems to be endowed with a special quality, unlike normal times, it is a simple concept.
Endless, the fighting spirit is soaring, and every corner of the world is filled.
Meng Chuan used his 39,500 years of harvest to control this combat power, and with his unique method, he used his combat power to draw something out.
"Boom!"
The great earthquake of heaven and earth even materialized in Meng Chuan's eyes.
The red dust is hazy, the ** is endless, and the wonderful is endless.
Strange rays of light burst out from the red dust and came to his side, trying to entangle him, bewitch him, and keep him in the red dust.
It probably means, come on, be happy or something.
Meng Chuan took a ** directly and let the splendid red dust roll away.
The world is vast and entangled with cause and effect, making people unable to escape.
Zhan Xian, the supreme battle power and tyrannical power broke through this world.
The real sky cannot cover the eyes, the earth cannot bury the body, and the **** cannot confuse the mind.
Meng Chuan's body surface and the world's different brilliance all poured into his body~www.wuxiaspot.com~ reconstructed the origin.
At the same time, Meng Chuan himself was bombarding this vast world and breaking the bondage.
The old does not go, the new does not come.
The new origin is reorganized, the world is gone, and there is gradually no need.
The source of Zhanxian exudes bright rays of light, but it is not gentle, and the stabbed person sheds blood and tears.
Meng Chuan's body was suddenly annihilated, and only the origin of Zhanxian was shining.
Finally, based on the origin of Zhanxian, reorganize Zhanxian's body and push Zhanxian Yuanshen in reverse.
It's a matter of course.
