Chapter 814: Meng Fan, come here!

Samsara Palace, Li Xuanhuang!

The whole body was shaking, but Meng Fan had known this predecessor before the Samsara Palace through some clues before. The latter can be described as an outstanding reputation, resounding throughout the world, and is definitely a well-known figure in the ancient times, who shocked the world.

But what made Meng Fan curious was that he didn't find any information about Li Xuanhuang in the Samsara Palace, but he had only heard about it through some historical sites. But now it seems that his senior is really earth-shattering, even this sea of ​​exile has been here.

"Hey, this senior Li Xuanhuang is really tough, but I, Meng Fan...may not let the ancestors be more beautiful!"

Meng Fan whispered to himself, his eyes looked at the huge stone monument in front of him, and he clearly understood that since it was a sacred place in the past, it was a huge help to the supreme divine weapon he had just realized.

On the way of martial arts, the most important thing is the Tao transformed by this will, and what remains on the stone monument in front of us is the divine will of the past!

Thinking of this, Meng Fan's eyes flickered, and at the same time he stopped hesitating, stepped out, and came directly to this huge rock. Without moving his body, Meng Fan sat cross-legged on it like an old monk at the moment, his eyes closed, but the consciousness in his body slowly merged with this ancient boulder.

Supreme martial arts, sacred will!

No matter which one of them, it is not as attractive as Meng Fan's current attraction. After sitting still like this, the latter's body is motionless, but in his mind it seems to be torn apart, and at the same time in this stone. The previous projection was revealed.

boom!

In an instant, Meng Fan, who is cultivating now, with a rock-like heart, is also biting his teeth at this moment, because the power that flows into the sea of ​​consciousness is too terrifying, it is like a tide, sweeping in an instant. Everywhere in Meng Fan's sea of ​​consciousness, his mental power was impacted.

There is a feeling of ancient sea between this kind of breath, and at the same time there is a huge phantom in Meng Fan’s spiritual power. Between this phantom is an ancient figure, extremely vague, but This kind of breath is shocking Meng Fan's mental power is the tortoise retracted, the latter is too terrifying.

"Hear the divine voice, enter my divine door!"

The eight characters fell, like thunder, bombarding Meng Fan's mind. For an instant, Meng Fan sat cross-legged on the spot, and the vibrating internal organs were trembling, and a mouthful of blood came out.

Under such a voice, Meng Fan's heart could not help but touched, even if Xuan understood that once he was sitting on this stone tablet.

Then it must be in contact with the sacred will of the past. What a character the former is, a world-shaking existence in the past, and the only trace of his will is to crush anyone who sits on this stone tablet. Your own martial arts will confront.

If it is a person who can immediately shatter his will under the impact of this will, then he is out of the game directly.

The second type of person is able to stay awake under this will, and in the end may leave a trace on this sacred stele. It is already very good. This kind of person must have a huge future in the future. The will of martial arts is not broken, and his path will continue to move forward.

And the last type of person is like Senior Li Xuanhuang. Under this impact of will, not only is he awake, but finally able to fight back, engraving his will on the stone tablet to show his contempt for the divine will , Oneself may be able to become sacred!

Since the ages, from this stone monument standing here, the only people who can do this step are those three names!

The heart was touched, and before Meng Fan could react, he immediately shook in the world of spiritual power at the next moment, and the tide of will crushing was already an impact. Even if Meng Fan had been prepared, he underestimated the divine will.

The horror of the latter actually contains a trace of the divinity of the former one. It is like the resurrection of the true God and strong crushing, which means supreme majesty. Any sacred person who dares to offend his majesty has only one method, which is .... Crush the past!

Therefore, between the flicks of the finger, Meng Fan’s sea of ​​consciousness is like tearing apart, shaking in his body. This supreme will contains a trace of the terrifying power of the former sacred, directly destroying all the gods in Meng Fan’s body. Thoughts are all destroyed.

And to the point where Meng Fan sat cross-legged on this huge rock, it turned out to be a double blow from soul and body. Within a few breaths, Meng Fan’s bones were shattered every inch, and at the same time, the power of his soul was even more affected. Cut off directly.

At the next moment, Meng Fan unexpectedly felt that his body was unable to control himself. Only the power of the soul of the sea of ​​consciousness, but under the siege of the spirit power of the surrounding tide, kept shrinking backwards. As if at a glance, all directions are enemies, and there is a sacred supreme will everywhere.

"Surrender...or die!"

Four words fell again, as if the verbal method followed the general, breaking the power in Meng Fan's spiritual power every inch.

Cultivating now, Meng Fan, the soul power of Profound Aura, has reached the point where he is in a complete state of life, arguing for people of his age, but at this moment he still feels that he is too small in the face of this supreme will.

Compared with the latter, it is almost like a drop in the ocean. In a word, it is almost completely destroying Meng Fan's soul power and turning it into nothingness.

"Hey!"

In an instant, Meng Fan's soul power was shocked. Under this crisis, he naturally could not be willing to crush his soul power, gather power, and completely turn all soul power into a mark. This mark is impressive. Belongs to the power of inverse **** seal.

Now that Meng Fan feels the supreme martial arts, the soul power in the body merges with each other, and it has this kind of nihilistic attribute. It is the foundation of all Meng Fan's cultivation, and it is the imprint of rebellious God in front of him. The power is integrated into it, and the mysterious aura spreads, resisting the attack of the surrounding tide.

However, in the emptiness, the force of closing is constantly coming, and at the same time, the sound like the law resounds through the world,

"I said, my will will override this world, anyone in front of me... is an ant!"

"I said, my will will be controlled by you, no matter who it is...only surrender!"

"I say........"

Under these voices, the tide-like pressure was directed towards Meng Fan's mark. Now he can't control his body, and even his own sea of ​​consciousness does not belong to him, only this mark.

Under the pressure of the surrounding tide, Meng Fan's mental power was like a lone boat in the ocean, which could collapse at any time.

"Roar!"

Among the runes of the Inverse God scroll, Meng Fan’s only mental power is under the infinite pressure around him, and he is constantly under the infinite pressure around him. He is as powerful as Meng Fan. At this moment, his consciousness is gradually blurred. People's spiritual power is silent in this pressure cage...a little bit weak, as if it may dissipate at any time.

And everything in Meng Fan's past seems to have completely disappeared at this moment. He is no longer a top powerhouse, no longer Shura Mengfan, just as weak and helpless as he was in Wuzhen.. ....

In a flash, Meng Fan sat cross-legged on the spot, motionless, his soul power gradually dimmed, as time passed, one day, two days... for five full days, Meng Fan was also under such pressure. After all, he could not resist the imprint of rebelliousness. Only the last trace of soul power remained.

"Surrender to me, only I can give you strength and take you away..."

The hypnotic sound blended into Meng Fan’s sea of ​​consciousness, and the last trace of soul power was gradually dissipating. Between a few breaths, only scenes of the previous scenes flashed, but in an instant Disappearing, there are countless images of Meng Fan defeating powerful enemies, but the powerful enemies in these images cannot be compared with the will in front of them.

The latter is not terror, but a kind of overbearing above all else!

"Yeah, I'm so tired..."

Meng Fan's soul imprinted on himself, and at the same time the last picture flashed in his mind. It was a long time ago when a Wuzhen teenager picked up a bead in an ancient mountain range. The bead was so ordinary and the smile on the teenager's face Set against each other,

"Beads... this is!"

After touching this scene, Meng Fan's last faint soul mark moved, as if thinking of something, that peerless face once again appeared in his mind.

"That's... Sister!"

"My sister once taught me that the common people will not retreat from the body, and the blood will not shed tears!"

"Roar!"

Suddenly, in it, Meng Fan's Sea of ​​Consciousness suddenly moved, countless pictures flashed before his eyes, and at the same time the kind of will that belonged to the imprint of rebellion suddenly exploded.

At this moment, the soul imprint will spread, which seemed to be destroyed at any time, and it turned out to have a skyrocketing trend, stabilizing one's own strength, and at the same time, it turned out not to retreat but instead moved forward, and it turned out to be the infinite sacred power in front of him.

It is better to be broken than jade!

Now that Meng Fan is enlightened, he has completely triggered the obsession in his body. This obsession has followed Meng Fan for many years. He has practiced countless penances and killed countless times. This is his own way and his own martial arts. Even if it is sacred, it is not broken.

Under this collision, Meng Fan's soul power was shocked. As the space in front of him seemed to be torn apart, that kind of sacred will was incomparably majestic, and at this moment, he immediately counterattacked Meng Fan endlessly. come.

Comparing the two sides, Meng Fan’s soul mark is extremely weak, it looks like a firefly and the sun, but under the impact of this moment, the inverse **** mark that belongs to the fusion of Meng Fan’s own martial arts and soul flashes and hits hard at the same time. Together, there is that great obsession that seems to be carved in the soul of Meng Fan,

boom!

In an instant, between the two parties, and at the same time, Meng Fan’s self-talking sounded through the entire space,

"What about sacredness? In the past, senior Li Xuanhuang, Qin Tian was able to do it, how can I let others be more beautiful? Today, Meng Fan is going to be carved here...Meng Fan, come here for a visit !"

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