Chapter 2362: Tomb Keeper
This is the catch of the Creator.
The oppression of heaven, the majesty of the will, the mystery of good fortune, shatter the vacuum.
The Central Emperor's eyelids kept beating, but he did not dodge.
It's not that Meng Fan has nowhere to hide because he shattered the vacuum.
But some kind of deep-rooted pride forbid him to hide.
The moment I stepped into the martial arts, I saw the remnants of the ancestors of humanity, knowing that I was born to inherit the fate of humanity, and I have mastered the means of fighting against the true meaning of the Dao Dao in the worlds, hundreds of thousands of years, it is not a defeat!
The Central Emperor didn't know what defeat was.
So his Dao Xin can be described in two words.
Undefeated.
This means, invincible!
Even if Meng Fan's edge is so terrifying at this moment, even if the entire Ten Thousand Realm is crying and howling because of this attack, even many gods on the battlefield of the execution platform feel the fierceness and scalp tingling.
The Central Emperor does not hide.
In his heart, even if he met the Great Chaos Emperor, he did not believe that he would lose!
The body shrugged, shoulders swelled, and the humane canopy above the head was like a sea like a deep purple like a waterfall, pouring and swept across the body and soul of the central emperor, holding the holy king pen, waving in the air, swelling, a thousand characters completed, a good article Good advice to the world!
Caught.
Persuade the world's good words to break free!
Another beautiful article is full of magnificent mountains and rivers, like a dossier, which contains not only words but also ink and wash style.
Meng Fan has never moved forward.
Splendid article breaks again!
After breaking the two essays of Shengwang's pen, his momentum is undiminished.
The eyes were clear, and the figure of the central emperor was reflected in the pupils, without saying a word, because the purpose was to kill!
Within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, the vitality and the law rolled like being driven by Meng Fan's summons, forming a big wave, and attacking the Central Emperor with him.
This is the demeanor of the Creator.
"Meng Fan..."
The central emperor suddenly threw away the holy king pen, did not advance and retreated, swung his fist thousands of times, and bombarded Meng Fan's palm with afterimages.
"No one can stop my luck in the heavens and worlds!"
While drinking, it is amazing arrogance!
Meng Fan was indifferent to this.
His catch didn't stop, on the contrary, his momentum became even greater.
Zhongtian God King, Zhan Wuji, Yuhan... and so on. The names of the dark alliance people who died on the battlefield echoed in Meng Fan's mind. The emotion contained in this hit was beyond words!
In the Ten Thousand Realms, near the execution platform, a hall that was not magnificent, but silver-white in its entirety, was extremely solemn and solemn, suddenly rose from the ground, hovering into the air, spinning like crazy.
That is the Hall of Valor.
On the execution stage, his hair was gray, and even folds appeared on his face. The more and more old lonely arrogant raised his head and looked at the rotating Hall of Heroes. He heard the voices of countless dead souls in it, his eyes blurred, and suddenly , Above his head, a thunder appeared.
Meng Fan and the Central Emperor clash!
collision!
turbulent!
An instantaneous burst of power separated the universe into two colors of purple and white, the sun and the moon share the sky, the sound of humane chapter reading and the endless howling of ghosts and gods intertwined, the two figures were covered by purple gas and the light of the creator. , I don't know how many **** kings screamed, because the roars stimulated their spirits and tore their minds.
Amidst the ten thousand domains, there was surging surging.
This purple energy and light continued to reverberate, the chanting of the humane chapter was high and low, and the howling of ghosts and spirits could be heard everywhere, the collision of the two great emperors was still continuing!
On the execution stage, the tortoise who was being healed looked lonely, not just him, but many people were attracted by lonely arrogance.
The thunder above the lonely head became heavier.
That's God's punishment brewing.
When the God's Punishment was brewing above the lonely heart, in addition to the humane chapter and the howling of ghosts and spirits, another voice rang in the ten thousand domains.
As if countless heroes are singing!
Gu Xin proud closed his eyes.
Heaven's Punishment Thunder crashed down, like a long river scouring, concealing the lonely and proud figure.
"Sorrowful." Linglong Xinzun stood up suddenly and uttered a few words. "Each Great Thousand World has its own mark. The Purple Light World is from the east, the Universe World is gentle, and Wanyu is tragic!"
Every big world has its own mark.
Each has its own melody.
All have their own voice.
The Universe World is a thoroughly humane world. The Human Race is extremely prosperous and possesses a very high civilization. Although the various sects are independent, they jointly guard the peace.
The Ziguang world follows the way of the king, suppresses the world, and obtains its own prosperity and prosperity, for the purple energy to come to the east and the heavens auspicious.
This is just a metaphor and description of Linglong Xinzun. It may not be exact, but it fits people's hearts.
And Wanyu.
From the beginning to the present, races are chaotic and flowery, the strong are frequent, the history is ups and downs, three generations of hegemons, all walked through the sea of bloody corpses, can aspire to Wanyu, too many heroes have jointly written the tragic epic of Wanyu!
Both Meng Fan and the Wuji Sect Master have said, and the kings of the Universe World have also said that although Wanyu is not as good as the Universe World, it has always maintained humane prosperity, even in Wanyu, the human race has been humble for hundreds of thousands of years. Status, humanity gradually rises until Meng Fan dominates the world. In Ten Thousand Territories, there is absolutely no gentleness, and there has never been a thorough unification and overlord way like the purple world, but because of the ups and downs of fortune, I don’t know how many bred There are too many ambitions, heroic spirits, loyal bones, and heroes under the earth!
The Big Dipper, the old man of Pishan, the ancestor of Xuanyuan, the various emperors.
Wait, wait, the countless passing legend.
Even the Emperor Xuanhuang and the Hundred Sages of the last era!
Endless, writing a sad song together.
The punishment thunder dissipated.
The lonely arrogant 30,000 white hair turned into dark blue silk.
A face is as tender as a teenager.
In the Era Conference Hall, Taiyi, Yangzun, and other **** kings, no matter how calm they are, suddenly stood up at this moment.
In the battlefield, even the Zhan Tian giant looked at the lonely heart in amazement.
The Empress and others were dumbfounded.
From a large hall, the Hall of Heroes turned into a magical artifact, falling into the lonely hand.
This is already his tool for enlightenment.
Taiyi Youth's lips trembled and said, "Lord of the world."
Yang Zun's lips trembled even more in shock: "Born with the luck of a great world!"
The protagonist of the Promise Gate is gentle, selfless, and able to sacrifice one's life and become a benevolence. It is born by adhering to the luck of the universe, and is the person chosen for the earth, enough to drive the vitality, laws and even the power of the entire universe.
The loneliness at this moment...
Someone exclaimed.
"Master of Ten Thousand Domains!"
These four words are like the humane chapters, howls of ghosts, howlings of ghosts, and hymns of undead reverberating in the entire ten thousand realms, giving everyone a look of wonder.
"Do not."
Lonely and proudly said softly, very indifferent.
He has long ceased to be that arrogant man.
Rising side by side with Meng Fan, he experienced too many stories, and finally saw through everything, especially life and death, and went into hiding, letting himself grow old, but there are still people calling him "brother", and Meng Niuniu, etc. He was called "Uncle Lonely".
He is no longer alone, and he has no pride.
"Lord of Ten Thousand Domains? I am not, I am just a grave guard."
Lonely and proudly stood up slowly.
"A tomb-keeper who has guarded countless heroes from the ages to the present."
Buzz...buzz...
The ode to the undead is vast.
There are so many romantic figures in ancient and modern times!
This tomb guard of the Ten Thousand Realms rose in the air, and the vitality and laws of the entire Ten Thousand Realms moved with him. A torrent swept through, and too many Purple Light God Kings were suppressed and could not move.
But the goal of loneliness is not them.
The majestic power rises in the heart, arrogantly spread out five fingers, grasping in one direction, this carries the blow of the infinite ode to the undead, there is only one goal.
The thirteen pillars surrounding the ancient emperor.
The thirteen hall masters.
"Gu Huang, do you understand? Do you understand the greatness of heroic spirits!"
With his hair on his body, the crazy ancient emperor looked at the lonely heart.
"Why did the old man Pishan die? Why did the Big Dipper Star Emperor die? How did the ancestor Xuanyuan sit down? There are also Burning Heaven Order, Zhan Wuji, too many people, and Yuhan."
Gu Xin proud has come to the front, only a hundred meters away from the thirteen hall master, can already clearly see the shock on the thirteen hall master's face.
"This blow is for everyone, especially Yuhan!"
The vitality, the law, the power of the world converge like a stream.
Cracks appeared on the 13 pillars, four of them.
then--
broken!
