Chapter 1020: I don't know if I am a guest

Brother Zhantang!

Obviously, as Guimian said, this name will never fall into the ears of ordinary people.

Before this, it was extremely mysterious, but there was a commotion on the altar. For the older generation of powerful people, there was a slight throbbing in the eyes, which was obviously not for the elegant middle-aged man in front of him. No stranger.

"Jun Qian has sentiment again, it seems that this time the harvest is not small!"

Above the altar, there was the elder Zhantang whispering, his eyes flickering, filled with a sense of confidence.

Obviously, this time the strong players of the Hundred Races event came out in large numbers, and all the major forces took out their hole cards. The blood in the restricted area was close to heaven, and the last hole card of Zhantang was the middle-aged man in front of him.

Master Zhantang, Jun Qian!

These war hall elders on this altar are full of confidence, and the reason is that the war character behind Jun Qian is a unique symbol of this war hall for thousands of years.

Only after passing through a certain kind of trial in the battle hall can you be qualified to engrave this word on the back, and in these thousands of years, in the battle hall, you are qualified to engrave this word on the back. It was just a mere three days, only Jun Qianyi among the juniors, even the extremely beloved Zhan Feng'er, was not qualified.

Once this word is engraved, the rumors mean the supreme glory of the battle hall, the true.... the descendant of the battle emperor!

"One thought and one dream, the so-called God of War Catalogue, as long as the divine mind is integrated into it, it is to realize the supreme martial arts of oneself, it seems that Qian'er should have stepped into the second step above the martial arts integration!"

After a while, Zhan Mokong, who had been sitting still on the high platform, slowly spit out a few words, which immediately shook countless strong men and plunged into the earthquake.

Obviously, including their understanding of the supreme Shenwu, they are only half-knowledgeable, and they cannot be compared with the eternal giants rumored in this northern group.

"The so-called supreme martial arts means three steps and one step. The first three steps are the so-called cone of martial arts, martial arts are integrated, and martial arts are superb. Most people in this world only know that they can cultivate souls and bodies, but After truly reaching a certain level, all means and different paths will lead to the same goal, and you will reach the point where you can form your own martial arts. The stronger the level you step, the more powerful you will form an invincible situation!"

Zhan Mokong's tone was old and spread all over his surroundings. This was also what he had done since this grand gathering of hundreds of races.

Suddenly, countless powerful people on this altar were shaken in their hearts, silent, obviously thinking about something from this Zhan Mokong.

The supreme martial arts can be called the martial artist's own artistic conception.

Those who can perceive martial arts can be regarded as a great master-level powerhouse who dominates the world, and has the qualifications to establish sects and rule the roost.

But it is even more difficult to take this step on the martial arts. Although there are only three steps, it is estimated that between these three steps, you will step into the sky.

Even the countless powerful people who can step into the sixth stage of the Xuanyuan realm can stay in the first stage of the martial arts induction, and cannot make progress because they do not have enough understanding of themselves and cannot be in their own artistic conception. Progress has been made.

Suddenly, the many powerful people on this altar were even more moved. Looking at Jun Qian on this altar, according to Zhan Mokong, the latter should have reached the second step of martial arts.

The eyesight of these people in the field is quite amazing. At a glance, they can see that their age is definitely less than a hundred years old, but it is so, and the many powerhouses who dominate the world are shocked.

However, people like Ling Tiandi frowned and didn't feel any joy. Instead, they were full of solemn meaning.

"Unexpectedly, he really came in person!"

The tone was slight, and the speaker was Ling Tiandi, with an unspeakable complex taste.

"I didn't expect that he would be so crazy, regardless of his identity!"

Zhan Mokong no longer felt drowsy before. He stared at Xue Dutian in the midair. You must know that maybe others don't know who Xue Dutian is, but they understand.

This time he stepped into the God of War space, but he had a character who was able to keep pace with Ling Tiandi, a powerhouse who scorned the Northern Territory on weekdays, but he actually ventured into it himself.

Even if Jun Qian was against the sky again, he was still taking a huge risk compared with Xue Dutian.

You must know that even though this is the God of War space, it has a natural suppression of Xuedutian, so that it is the peak strength here is only about the sixth stage of the Xuanyuan realm, but over the years, the eternal combat experience and the understanding of own martial arts have not Yes, nothing has changed.

A living old monster, and Xuedutian still has a few big forbidden area helpers, plus I don’t know how many mysterious methods, it is obviously an invasion of the God of War space. Once the latter is allowed to succeed, then everything here will fall into Under his control!

This time the restricted area can be said to have lost its blood. If the identity of Xuedutian comes out, it is estimated that the entire world will be shaken by everyone who can be called a stormy sea. The identity of the prince of the restricted area is already a glance. Nine days and ten places!

Among the ten thousand domains, there is always the absolute controller of that kind of rule, such as the forbidden zone, for example... The Golden Twelve League!

Allowing the whole world to fall into a shock, the real focus at this moment is still on Xue Dutian and Jun Qian in the field. Obviously, even though the two are separated by two battlefields, this kind of confrontation It is also extremely scary.

"A group of ants will die if they die. What a pity!"

Xue Dutian sneered and said calmly, as if only a few ants had been crushed before, and the so-called Tianjiao was extremely weak in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Jun Qian sighed softly and said slowly,

"I am a little puzzled. Even my master didn't expect you to come in person. I just thought you would send a strong man this time. As you, I believe you should disdain to fight with us!"

"Hmph, the previous plan is indeed not, but I changed my mind later and wanted to come and kill myself!"

Xue Dutian let out a cold snort, and at the same time looked at this War God space, a sharp meaning flashed in his eyes.

"It's a pity, this little beast may not give me this opportunity!"

The sound fell, and at the same time, Xue Dutian's eyes looked at one of the shimmering futons. At this moment, the strong men in the place were all awakened, and the rewards were huge. Through this God of War catalog, they can understand the martial arts. Great progress has been made.

However, at this moment, everyone in the entire field noticed that there was still a place motionless, and the light flashing on it seemed to dim.

On the battlefield, a golden phantom stopped living in the sky fragments, and the blue silk was flying, and it was Zhan Feng'er. At this moment, she was already beheading the strong in the restricted area, but her eyes were also looking at that one. At the futon, murmured a few words,

"Is that... Meng Fan?"

At this moment, despite the monstrous battle set off by the outside world, Meng Fan, who was sitting still in the futon, remained motionless. The whole person's spiritual sense was connected with the catalog of the God of War, as if he was asleep.

Even if it was Xiaotian, Mao Sparrow and others desperately wanted to wake him up, but Meng Fan was immersed in his own mood and fell into constant reincarnation.

"What should I do, the boss will not have fallen asleep!"

"Yeah, boss, you still have to feed the turtle, don't hang up like this!"

The Longhair and Xuangui were chattering, but there was no way, including Xiaotian, who gave up at last, and there was a moment of silence.

Obviously at this moment Meng Fan was immersed in his own reincarnation, life after life, relying on the outside world to be unable to wake up at all, only he himself can wake up.

Because all the artistic conceptions are based on Meng Fan himself. Under the influence of self-realization and the influence of the God of War catalogue, he uses his body to influence his martial arts. Once he wakes up, he will inevitably be shocked.

And once you can't wake up, then you will be forever sinking into the black and lost in this endless world.

Mountain peaks, thatched cottages, in the endless cycle of reincarnation, Meng Fan has reached a peak in this life, relying on his own cultivation to the point of Tianyuan realm, leaving from Wuzhen, slaying the Tianhanzong alone, etc., but it is a pity Far from being as stunning as he is today.

It took hundreds of years, and finally the whole person reached an old age, but at the fifth stage of the Tianyuan realm. However, without so many enemies today, Meng Fan is also enough to start a sect and become a place. The hero of the place.

Today is the birthday of Meng Fan's eight hundred years old. After finishing all the gifts from the outside world, Meng Fan's eyes finally fell on the calligraphy and painting in front of him.

This calligraphy and painting are blank, as if someone should be painted, but there is no figure of this figure at all, and there is only this character above the calligraphy and painting.

I don't know if I am a guest in my dreams, I dream and think for a thousand years!

The old palm touched it, and Meng Fan's eyes flashed. Before that, he had seen countless treasures of heaven, material and earth, many of them were seventh-order gods, and even things with the effect of prolonging life, but he did not see it. The shock after this calligraphy and painting.

With a trembling palm, Meng Fan wanted to see who sent this calligraphy and painting, but found that there was no source at all. He couldn't help but wrinkle his brows and fell into contemplation, staring at the calligraphy and painting silently. .

In a trance, Meng Fan seemed to feel that he was not a person in this world, and he seemed to have spent many lives. Every life is constantly climbing, with repetitions, and battles, but it seems that he has forgotten something. Forgot a very important memory to him.

His lips trembled slightly, and Meng Fan slowly read this poem, feeling that there was a reminder in each of his rebirths, reminding him of what he had forgotten!

"I don't know if I'm a guest in my dream, my head hurts...what did I forget?"

Secondly, I finally sorted out the ideas. This chapter supplements yesterday's. Today's update should be in the afternoon or evening, and there is an outbreak!