Chapter 1152: Top of the Forbidden City
Although the Battle of the Purple Gate was only a collection of divine objects, it was enough to attract people's attention. In just one day, it was completely transmitted, and its name moved the world.
Participating in this kind of trial were hundreds of Tianjiao who were invited by the Purple Gate, but it was only five who finally appeared. Such a position is quite dazzling, attracting the attention of countless people, and making the entire Forbidden City and countless young generations excited. Come, swarming.
There is no doubt that a powerful imperial clan bleeds blood, and countless children of the Medieval family died in this way, which can be said to have brought a more mysterious atmosphere to this battle.
Especially under the constant rumors, not only did the Bai family of the emperor make a move, but also had Murong marks. The sudden appearance of Meng Fan and Cao Qiushui had already caused an earthquake-like sensation.
However, everyone understands that although Meng Fan and the others can be regarded as several batches of dark horses, it remains to be seen how far they can reach.
After all, Zi Xueqing, the enchantment of the Zimen, was also terrifying in these years, suppressing the same age, causing the collapse of countless people's expectations, and the younger generation of the Da Zimen had no rivals.
Ruling the roost in this kind of ancient heritage is definitely not just thinking of Zi Xueqing's identity. Under this situation, although Meng Fan and others have opportunities, they are only opportunities.
However, this was enough to make the crowd boil. Everyone was waiting quietly for three days. On the top of the Forbidden City, the four master craftsmen were simultaneously facing Zi Xueqing... . issue a challenge.
With the uproar of the outside world, it was extremely quiet in the purple door. Between the guest rooms where it was entertained, the surrounding space was blocked at this moment, and everything was still, with a vitality enchantment confining everything around it.
Among them, Meng Fan was dressed in a blue shirt and sat cross-legged. For a full day, he didn't dare to do anything else, just like an old monk, he was fixed in place, his eyes staring at a distance. Of gas.
If this gas was seen by an old monster-level powerhouse, it would be extremely shocked and even going crazy, because it was Meng Fan who obtained it in a strange space... Destroy the spirit of the **** king!
Looking at the world, who would dare to be called a god, and how many people have the aura of **** origin!
It is as powerful as Zhan Mokong, amethyst has not found this trace of gas in the eternal age, that kind of peerless treasure that has truly stepped into the realm of gods.
However, now there is one in Meng Fan, which is not shocking. Even if it is placed in the supreme family of the Middle Ages, it must be a treasure like existence. It is too cherished, especially because it comes from destruction. God king.
Such a rare treasure was taken out. Today's Meng Fan can't be said to be bold and artful. Here, he is directly enlightened, his eyes flickering, and the faint glow of the light is surging, as if the stars are bursting and closing again. , Revealing endless depth.
Prior to this, Meng Fan didn't have much opportunity to understand this divine origin aura, which contained the divine way that destroyed the divine king in the past.
According to the words of Old Man Xuetu, this thing is of great benefit to the Inverse God scroll he has cultivated, and it is indeed like this. The time of a day makes him feel very emotional and touches his heart greatly.
Although the refining test is already imminent, but the mental strength is definitely not eager for quick success and quick gain, it is too mysterious, if it is anxious, it will hurt him greatly.
In these few days, Meng Fan didn’t have any way to break through, so fortunately, Meng Fan didn’t think about it. Instead, he used another way to help himself, which is to understand this ruining divine way to provide him with the power to control his vitality. .
The seventh stage of the Xuanyuan realm is the calamity of the flesh, and the eighth stage is the calamity of vitality. The four calamities of the Xuanyuan realm are more difficult than the other. It is as powerful as the monks who reach this stage are terrified, especially The deeper the background, the more murderous and rich he will face, which is comparable to the sky.
Many people didn't even have much courage to make a breakthrough in the face of this catastrophe, while some people chose to stand still on their own cultivation base for many years instead of breaking through.
It is conceivable what terrible disaster it is.
For Meng Fan, who has cultivated Guo Ni Shenjuan, it is undoubtedly a great horror. If he wants to break through, he will face the powerful suppression of Ni Shenjuan. If he thinks about it, it is enough to make him feel unhappy. .
After all, this is not a child's play house. Once one step is wrong, then it is possible to fall into a situation where it is impossible to recover. Who dares to say that there is no fear?
For a day, his whole person's mental power was concentrated in it, unblinking, staring carefully at the source of energy that destroyed the **** king.
There is no doubt that it contains too much, and Meng Fan has cultivated the Inverse God Scroll, and there is a strange feeling between this divine origin Qi.
Entering the Tao with spiritual power, Meng Fan slowly received too much information, and always invisibly got a kind of peculiar information in his mind.
"Destroy one way, the world is the ultimate, life is also joyous, death is also painful, if you ask the road to the end, you will see silence, swallow everything, my body is dying, eternal immobile, let the stars fight, and the eight wilderness is also old. Not old……."
Is the voice of vicissitudes spreading in Meng Fan’s mind, like a law, fixed in his mind, as if mirror fragments fell into Meng Fan’s sea of consciousness, each with a unique aura, A scene unfolds in Meng Fan's knowledge of the sea, like a reappearance of ancient times.
Vaguely, Meng Fan seemed to see a figure standing at the end of the long river, unmoving and fearless, just a back figure, but the moment he glanced at it, it made Meng Fan have a kind of whole person The trembling, the feeling of wanting to bow down to him.
This figure is really too powerful, facing the sentient beings, but it is a majestic world, just like standing there alone, he is already the master of the universe, the universe, the world, and all living beings, and nothing else.
And the sound that rang in Meng Fan's Sea of Consciousness was also intermittently transmitted from his surrounding body, flashing a unique way, which caused the blood in Meng Fan's body to erupt and flow through his body, and the vitality in his body was even faster. Operation, at this moment, including the imprint of the gods, is affecting oneself and making changes.
Who is this figure, is it destroying the **** king!
This unique breath alone is the strongest in Meng Fan’s life. There is no one. Even the war emperors who have seen it back then do not have this kind of taste that dominates everything, just like all living beings, everything between heaven and earth is It's not as important as the other person's smile, and it... It's just a back view.
Such a shadow remained in Meng Fan's mind, and the constant voices continuously made Meng Fan a point for his unique understanding of the way of God, and his own vitality also changed accordingly.
"Life and death, there is life in death, swallowing everything, and there is a ray of life!"
Sitting still in the same place, at this moment, the lights around Meng Fan's figure flickered, white hair fluttered, and a unique breath erupted from his body.
The qi and blood shocked and the whole body changed. Obviously, the vitality skyrocketed and filled the sky, shocking the surrounding world. Thanks to this place has been completely imprisoned by Meng Fan, otherwise it must be sensed by the strong. This kind of destructive aura between life and death, even the strong who stepped into the peak of the Profound Origin Realm, trembled.
To reach the point where Meng Fan is today, there are too few opportunities for him to produce this kind of change. It is rare in the ordinary world for a hundred years, but this kind of unique aura belonging to the strong in the past can be done.
It contains the divine way that destroys the **** king, but the incomplete Sanskrit sound falls, which makes Meng Fan's body undergo an abnormal change, how resonates.
Sweat kept falling from Meng Fan's body, dampening his blue shirt, letting him fall into this kind of enlightenment, and the whole person was in a stage of being wrapped in infinite good fortune.
Listening in this way made Meng Fan's own imprint of rebelliousness continue to be perfected, reaching a point that he could not even imagine, and between this kind of shocking change, Meng Fan's mouth moved and muttered,
"Sister, this kind of exercise that you gave me at the beginning is really just as simple as the one you picked up? The beautiful woman treats me.... The kindness is as heavy as a mountain, how can I repay the beautiful woman?"
The tone of voice whispered, and that kind of unconcealable thoughts and heartbreak flashed above Meng Fan's face, and finally closed his eyes and fell into silence.
No one can see the white-haired Shura who is pushing across the world from the bottom of the vigor cultivator all the way, there is also a kind of loneliness and loneliness when there is no one... .
The sea of people is lonely, heart is constant, searching all the way, for life.
I have no regrets in all the wasteland, just for my life, goodbye Qing!
In the secret room, along with Meng Fan's quiet practice, time passed quickly. After three full days, the moment the sun came in, the entire Forbidden City was boiling.
On the summit of the huge Forbidden City, a piece of golden rubble is cast, magnificent and imposing like a dragon!
But now it can be said to be a sea of people around it, the noise is constant, resounding throughout the world, at a glance, there are tens of millions of people gathered here!
Not only the countless figures in the Forbidden City, but also the great masters of the Middle Ages who came here, aristocratic families also came to hear the news, and they covered the surroundings.
This alone is a sensation, and with everyone’s gaze, at this moment, above the tower of the Forbidden City, there is already a huge altar clothed by the purple gate. It can be clearly seen under everyone’s sight. See what happened in the above scene.
And around it, at this moment, there were more than a dozen old people on the high platform, sitting quietly, all dressed in plain and linen robes, with white hair dancing, revealing a taste of vicissitudes of ancient times.
Everyone on the altar could tell at a glance that this group of people were the taboo elders in the purple gate, and that one was a great refiner who was famous between heaven and earth.
Some of these people were born in the Zimen, and some were casual cultivators between heaven and earth, but in order to pursue the highest realm of refining tools, they all chose to join the Zimen.
Among them, one of them is the person who has reached the shocking spiritual power, not only is powerful, but also the seniority above the refining device is even more scary, and these people have always been studying the refining line in the purple door. Now it's all here!
More than a dozen people all sat on the futon, and suddenly the whole world was boiling, like boiling water. Obviously, this kind of formation is enough to explain that this battle will be... . Very important and intense!
Between the heaven and the earth, the crowds were in an uproar. At this moment, countless figures went straight to the Forbidden City. In a corner of the purple door, the door of the room also slowly opened.
A figure with white hair in a blue shirt pushed out the door, white hair fluttering, and a slender figure facing the sunlight, slightly squinting his eyes, Meng Fan looked into the distance, chuckled, and said lightly,
"Has it started? I started to step into the craftsmanship when I was a teenager, and it's been almost ten years now, so let's use this craftsmanship first... Come and meet the heroes of the Middle Ages!"
The tone was calm, but the qi and blood in Meng Fan's body suddenly rose, fighting intent... . Full!
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