Chapter 1222: Winner, Prince, Loser
The ninth stage of the Profound Origin Realm!
One step difference, heaven and earth difference!
In each of the last four steps of this Xuanyuan, every step is transformed into a god, raising all aspects of one's state to the peak, and it is extremely difficult to break through each step, and I don’t know the cost. How much effort is needed.
Throughout the ages, how many monks were trapped in place, and how many people were blocked by this level.
And I have to say that Meng Fan's luck is good. During this period of time, he has found two treasures that others may not see in his lifetime, and Nirvana himself again, breaking the original barrier and reaching a new level. .
Under this kind of breakthrough, Meng Fan can be said to be of great help. The bones and blood are reconnected, and the physical body is changed. The nine formless acupuncture points that have just been formed are more stable, making his whole person empty and immortal, which is completely improved. A new level.
Stepping out in one step is the other side of the world. There are countless changes in the new realm. I don't know how much improvement it will have!
Meng Fan laughed, sensing the endless changes in his body, but before he was too excited, he felt a burst of danger. This kind of danger was not aimed at his body, but... the soul!
Difficult!
Obviously, this thing came directly after Meng Fan's breakthrough.
Xuanyuan’s four difficulties, one difficulty is more terrifying than the other, especially since this moment is not aimed at Meng Fan’s physical body and vitality, but directly hits the soul, and there is an invisible force attacking Meng Fan. A kind of power comes from Meng Fan himself, and even more from nothingness, it is a punishment!
The vitality monk, all the way against the sky, approaching the gods at this point, and in this emptiness is a catastrophe!
Under this kind of crisis, even if Meng Fan had just broken through and his combat power had increased, he still felt a horror and endless danger approaching.
However, the more so, he became calmer. Instead, he was sitting cross-legged, motionless, and the Faxiang emerged in the surroundings. The nine acupuncture points were running at the same time, and that kind of ethereal aura enveloped Meng Fan's body.
In the legendary **** level, what the physical limit method can fight against is not only a blow from the physical body, but one person, immortal, and I alone, who can hurt?
This is the god-level dominance of the past, and it is also the power of its good fortune. It has reached the pinnacle of martial arts. Although Meng Fan is only a preliminary insight, he has already integrated this unique aura into this self and opened up The nine major acupuncture orifices, directly enter this non-phase inanimate law body and revolve.
Under the proliferation of this kind of phenomena, Meng Fan is like a sacred person, who resisted in this way, greeted his own divine spirit, undaunted, and extremely calm!
Half a month passed in a hurry, and there was also a big wave in the entire blood sea. Above the huge blood sea school martial arts field, at this moment, it was already densely packed with countless figures.
At its center, the powerful blood hits the sky, stuns the void. There are tens of thousands of people in the field, and all of them are the **** men of that kind of experience, standing in rows, extremely neat, and Well-trained, not saying a word, just waiting quietly.
There is no doubt that the one that can shake the entire Bloodeye City is undoubtedly the battle of the kings, at this moment!
After a while, three rays of light flickered in the sky, and three figures walked out at the same time. They were the Yan Wang trio!
In the absence of ancient voodoo, the three of them came from the void, invisibly there is a kind of aura that suppresses the world and suppresses everything. The three quasi gods are not there, but the real A strong man stepping into the Shinto.
At the next moment, the sound of a mountain whirring like a tsunami came out,
"King Yan Wei has seen King Yan!"
"Ice King Wei has seen the Ice King!"
"The Spirit King Wei has seen the Spirit King!"
The sound and waves converged, and the whole world seemed to tremble at this moment. Under this situation, it was extremely shocking. There is no doubt that the tens of thousands of people in front of them are the army under the pressure box of the Yan Wang trio. They have been trained for many years and are the most powerful army in this sea of blood.
Under such a dispatch, it is like a batch of tigers, who may be bloodthirsty and murder at any time!
"well!"
King Yan nodded, and at the same time looked at the distance, there was also a dignified look on his face, his eyes looked towards the void, and he waited quietly!
The three quasi-god-level powerhouses did not speak, and the entire field was completely silent. All the troops were silent. At this moment, the people onlookers also hurriedly shut their mouths. next to.
A little bit of time passed, and when everyone in the field hesitated, a quiet room suddenly opened due to the eyes of the Yanwang trio, and a young man with white hair in a blue shirt walked out of it. , Stepped out and came in the direction of the three.
Step by step, he was slender and slender. After a few breaths, the figure came to the martial arts field of this school. The figure arched his hands and said calmly.
"I've seen three of them, but I have been delayed!"
The tone was calm, and in the next moment a majestic killing and killing aura appeared, and at the same time, a thousand people stood by the side of these numerous armies, each of them in rows of armor, fully armed, murderous, and at the same time Shouted,
"Sura Wei has seen King Shura!"
The voice fell, impacting Xiaohan, and immediately made the eyes of countless people around him seem that the three words of King Shura had spread throughout the world before this, and countless people could not help but look at him. While standing above the sky, Meng Fan nodded, his eyes swept towards the person under him.
At first glance, this group of people is completely different from half a month ago. Not only is the array neat and the breathing is the same, but also because of the many killing air and the confidence that the warriors have.
I have to say that the battle formation method Meng Fan gave them before is extremely effective. With this help, they have grown tremendously in this half a month, especially with the cooperation of many people. It is already forming a line.
Now the entire Shurawei has only 1,000 people, and a large number of people have been eliminated, but the rest can be used as a death squad.
"Damn it, you really slapped your face!"
A glance at the numerous sergeants in front of him, the Ice King couldn't help but sighed and murmured.
Before that, he absolutely didn’t think Meng Fan could build an iron-blooded army, but now it’s only half a month’s time, and the effect it has gained is quite huge. Even the Ice King has to admire him. If he came to do it, he was not even as good as Meng Fan.
"Haha, the Ice King praised it!"
Meng Fan folded his hands and smiled lightly.
Upon hearing this, the Ice King shook his head and said softly,
"Why don't I reward you a few more times, hehe, Meng Fan, I think your method is very powerful, I have not seen many changes in the battle formation, why don't you help me... how about training my army?"
Obviously, the success of this Shurawei made them very excited, and the spirit king on the side was also flickering with beautiful eyes, and looked eager to try. I hope Meng Fan can help!
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about other things first, business matters!"
Before Meng Fan could speak, King Yan stepped out and said,
"It's not the time to say this, Meng Fan, you should be ready, right?"
At a glance, Meng Fan's expression could not help but moved, nodded and said calmly,
"It should be... it's okay!"
After half a month passed, he also finally completed Nirvana, lived through the Divine Soul Tribulation, and completely gained a foothold in the ninth stage of the Profound Origin Realm. This kind of change is definitely not as simple as one plus one, but a real qualitative change. Even Meng Fan feels that even if he is facing a god-level powerhouse, he is not the same as before. Weak, with a lot of hole cards, maybe...some things that you couldn't try before, you can also try.
Meng Fan's expression did not move, but his whole person was like a long sword, and he could go out of the sky at any time and smash everything!
"it is good!"
King Yan's eyes flashed, and then he waved his hand, a domineering atmosphere burst into the world, covering the entire world, and he said word by word,
"If this is the case, then let's do it, everyone, once in a hundred years, the winners and the losers are withered, this time I will be ashamed of the blood, and I will return with a big victory!"
The tone was calm, but it resounded through the heavens and the earth, and at the same time, all the sergeants between the heavens and the earth also roared one after another. The blood rushed, like the same ancient demon.
"Great victory!"
"Great victory!"
...
Among the endless roars, King Banyan and others also stepped out one after another, and after that, many sergeants followed, no longer hesitating.
Tens of thousands of troops and countless powerful men, including King Yan, Meng Fan and others, were heading towards the edge of the sea of blood at the same time. This scene was quite shocking, and it caused a shock around it, which obviously meant that this group of kings had already started the battle.
It was also the collision of the two chaotic killing and cutting places of the Sea of Blood and the Soul Bone Mountain Range. Both of them were places where cruel people gathered. The more this kind of place, the more they worship the strong, and the more **** they are.
And such a collision will inevitably set off an extremely fierce and **** storm. Someone must become famous, become kings and dominate, and from then on disdain the entire chaotic place, and some people are destined to die in the world, immediately die! !
Fourth more.
