Chapter 3344: The only legend

In the Iron Law Hall, the last meeting of the first World Congress came to an end. At this meeting, we just summarized some of the experience of this meeting, and determined some small details, and then about the world conventions. Some matters concerning members' occupation of the Kun nationality world.

When the meeting ended, it was late at night, and the lights outside the Dragon City were brilliant. As the future king of heaven, I thanked all the envoys and representatives present, as well as the leaders of the world. The number of people present at this meeting is amazing. All the leaders of the Dadao World, except the gods of the gods, have all arrived. Of course, their real purpose is not to participate in the world conferences, but to participate in tomorrow's king's succession ceremony. But it’s not important. The first World Conferences ended with the presence of all world leaders. It couldn’t be more perfect.

The **** kings walked out of the Iron Law Hall one after another, as they walked while talking with leaders of other worlds, and at this moment, he suddenly stopped.

At a side door of the Tielu Hall, a cyan figure stepped in.

Meng Fan.

He appeared very low-key, and in a vague way, he had already merged with the whole heaven, no... the whole universe was one. If you don’t look carefully, you won’t even notice his existence. There are so many powerful kings in the universe. The predecessor of the most powerful, really realized that very few Meng Fan existed.

He put his hands behind his back and walked step by step to the front of the best.

This is the first time Meng Fan has appeared since the start of the World Congress.

No one knows where he went or what he did.

But he never appeared.

This time, what appeared was not his clone, but the deity.

As Meng Fan entered from outside the Iron Law Hall, more and more **** kings stopped. First of all, it was the leaders of the world and various powerhouses. When these people stopped, the other **** kings also stopped, wanting to know why they stopped, and then their eyes focused on Meng Fan.

Meng Fan stood in front of Zhiweiyi, stretched out his hand and patted Zhiweiyi's shoulder gently. "Thanks for your hard work these days when I am away."

"Senior, you are back." Zhiweiyi still looked a little "ignorant".

Meng Fan nodded: "I'm back."

In the poetry civilization, Meng Fan stepped onto the tower and imprinted all the history of the universe without any omissions in his mind.

After that, he returned to the source of the broken heavens and saw Wang Yin and all the overlords of the king's biography.

At last.

He waved his hand.

All overlords including Wang Yin are reproduced.

These overlords know that they are not the real overlords. They are just the existence reproduced by poet civilization using memory and history. Their existence is meaningful and has supreme meaning, but after Meng Fan reproduced them, they changed. It's meaningless.

It was also at that moment that the great meanings of the great avenues scattered all over the cosmos quickly gathered towards Meng Fan!

Meng Fan has mastered the past, present, and future of the entire universe.

Subsequently, he returned.

He returned to the future heaven, and finally caught up with the last moment of the world conferences.

Meng Fan's gaze crossed over to one, facing the seven main gods, as well as the elders and Changqing of the major divine palaces, he nodded gently.

He is relieved.

I am gratified that he is not here, the world conferences have ended smoothly, and everything that Heavenly Court wants to do in the future has been achieved, and the pull of the worlds has also achieved good results, and what he is most gratified is the Oneness.

"Take a good rest." Meng Fan slapped the perfect one's face like a child, and then said to the kings who focused on him: "Sorry, everyone, I'm late. Before the ceremony tomorrow. , I am still the king of the future heaven, so tonight, no matter who it is, and what else you want to say to the future heaven, you can come to me. I am waiting for everyone in the palace of the heaven."

After saying that, Meng Fan didn't look at anyone again, and went straight to the main gods such as Gu Xinao, Wang Haicheng, Ming Yi Patriarch, and smiled at them.

The **** kings present silently looked at Meng Fan's back.

Their thoughts may be different.

Some people may regard Meng Fan as the sacred mountain.

Some people may regard Meng Fan as a new "heaven", replacing the way of heaven and pressing on the heads of sentient beings.

But what all **** kings must admit is. In the past ten years or tens of millions of years, countless legends have been born, and these legendary stories can be written into books that will be passed down for generations, but when these legends are put together with Meng Fan, they appear to be overshadowed. , Can no longer be called a legend.

Meng Fan is already the "only legend" in the world.

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Longcheng in the middle of the night, rare, became quiet.

This is to prepare for tomorrow's succession ceremony, and the busy streets are temporarily closed.

Only some streets outside Longcheng are still passable.

In the solemnity, there were only the sounds of birds and insects.

In the Palace of the Heavenly Kings, Meng Fan stood in the long corridor, looking at Xuanyuan Jingzhe, Qilin Ruihuang, and his own paintings, silent.

At this moment, he looks very ordinary.

It's just a young man in a green shirt.

Behind him, the Confucian sage, who perfectly fits the sacred image in the humanitarian chapter, looks very nervous.

This tension is not psychological pressure, but tangible pressure!

Sage Confucian looked at Meng Fan’s back, but felt that this is not a person, but the entire universe. The past, present, and future are all in Meng Fan’s body. The vast history, countless tragic songs, epics, all knowledge, Philosophy, thought, all martial arts, realms, and methods are all in this person!

Infinitely vast!

Infinitely deep!

Infinitely far away!

Meng Fan himself, in their eyes, had reached the "infinite" realm.

Meng Fan slowly turned his head and looked at Rusheng.

Rusheng's body trembled involuntarily.

"Humanity is not special."

This was the first sentence Meng Fan said after seeing the Confucian sage.

A sentence that sounds very ambiguous, but the meaning is unclear, but it is like a meteorite that fell into the quiet sea and set off a huge wave.

"All the sages are worthy of our awe, not only the sages of Hongmeng’s early days, but also all the ancestors, all the ancestors of the Dao Dao. We can and should admire their achievements and epics, but we should not regard ourselves or what we have taken. The Tao is too unique, otherwise, it will become the Protoss of the Hongmeng primordial era."

Saint Confucian remained silent for a long time, and finally wriggled his lips with difficulty: "Yes."

Meng Fan looked at the Confucian Sage quietly for a moment, and said: "The Central Emperor does not know when he will wake up. I am a little boring. Now there are no people in the world who can talk to me. If the Central Emperor is awake, he can talk to me. For a chat, you can’t, you don’t have the ability to talk to me or think."

The brilliance of Rusheng gradually diminished, and he could see the sweat dripping from his forehead.

"What does Humanity want?" Meng Fan asked again.

Confucian sage hesitated: "It depends on what the Lord Heaven wants to give us."

"Give nothing." Meng Fan said indifferently. "After tomorrow, it is not me who will be talking to you, but for oneness. What can be gained depends on you and him."