No matter how much the world turns upside down, you can't alarm the sky, not because of his fear, but because of the pattern.
Ants fight and feel like they live in the world, but how do elephants care?
Unless another elephant comes out.
The pattern of the delusional heavens has been transcended, and no matter what the Great Thousand Realms become, it is actually the same for him, because as long as he is willing, he can change everything in an instant.
The confidence of the world comes from ignorance, and how can we estimate his strength?
The power of the delusional sky is not controlled by space, and the sound can imprison all the power below the golden immortal.
There is no need to try to resist, there is no point at all.
A hundred years ago, the sky was already invincible A hundred years later, the sky is unpredictable.
To hell with those ridiculous and ignorant thoughts.
The Demon God doesn't care about this ignorance.
Just one sentence, all the powerhouses of the three sects, six sects and twelve sects immediately rushed to the Demon God Mountain to worship the Demon God.
This is the power of vain.
And the originally lively holy hall, most of the disciples left overnight, and most of them suspected that the heavens no longer existed, but when the heavens existed, the fear that penetrated into the bone marrow erupted irrepressibly.
The vast majority of people chose to retreat.
It's a deep-seated influence.
What killing gods, what dragon gods, are all ants in front of the demon gods.
Lin Jinghao felt this power, this voice was indeed imprisoned, even he was suppressed. unimaginable realms.
Akito in retreat, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
After looking for a long time, I finally came out.
Is it powerful truly Akito also has to admit this, he doesn't know how to deal with such an opponent.
But so what, what the Akito needed was never victory No one knew what he wanted.
The sky has come out, and Wang Meng is not far from descending on the Great Thousand Realms.
At the top of the Demon God Mountain, the once glorious Demon God Sect has fallen, some people say that success is also vain, defeat is also vain, and the former glory has become desolate.
But only the disciples of the Demon God Sect know that the Delusion Heaven is the Demon God Sect.
As long as he's there.
The Demon God Cult is immortal Countless monks are rushing in this direction, among them Po Bai Rong and some of the remaining demigods, three of the five major demigods have died, and Po Bai Rong is the smartest one.
The world has made them demigods like the heavens.
But he knew it well.
They are scum in front of the sky.
The Great Thousand Realms were turned upside down by a group of Flying Ascension, and the Demon God finally made a move.
It didn't take long for word to spread that the entire Templar's premises were imprisoned by an invisible force.
You can only go in and not out To be exact.
The only one who can barely go out is Lin Jinghao, who is a hundred miles away and struggling.
The demon god still made a move.
I couldn't tell if it was a formation or a law, and the sanctuary was in a kind of confinement for a hundred miles.
No one knows how to make a move, but you must know that there is a dragon god here.
Fortunately, with Lin Jinghao here, the power of the Templars is indeed extraordinary, otherwise it would not be as simple as imprisonment.
When the news came out, the prestige of the Delusion Heaven was even more unique for a while, and the Ming people also disappeared, and in the eyes of the monks of the Great Thousand Realms, they were obviously afraid of the Delusional Heaven.
As soon as the demon god comes out, who will compete Break the world.
Closed for a hundred years.
A figure appeared at the end of the world, between the cracks, silently there.
A hundred years have brought nothing to it and have taken away nothing.
It still waits quietly for its owner.
The figure silently looked at the silent sword.
"It's been a hundred years, and you're lonely, right?"
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Voices wander the world.
"Moshan, you are wrong, I am also wrong, what a lonely world this is, there is no god, there is no future, only boundless darkness."
The voice was full of an inexplicable loneliness, and when the strength reached the extreme, it was unbearable to find that the path that I once thought was gone.
In the battle of Moshan, Yutian was a peerless genius, although he did not get Moshan's godhead, but the road to godhood was unstoppable.
But when he was about to take a step, he found that the road was gone.
In this world, there is no God There is no divine realm, no enemy to challenge him.
This is more painful than death for an existence like Delusion.
After exploring for a long time, the so-called gods are just a lie, and the great world is the end of the world.
There was only one thing left for him to do, and that was to destroy.
Destroy the Three Realms Destroy yourself But at this moment, Yu Tian thought of what Mo Shan had done, which was even more "incredible" than him.
The godhead is in the lower realm, and he will not obey anyone in his life, except for Mo Shan, who is qualified to be his opponent.
What will it be like to inherit Moshan's godhead and grow up?
This glimmer of hope made the sky choose to sleep.
And not so long ago, the seed he laid down tested the strength of this man.
It's funny, the sky is awake.
This was the battle that decided the fate of the Three Realms.
As for the other things, they are all trivial, and they are all a matter of effort.
In addition to Wang Meng, the kid named Mingren is also very interesting.
The Holy Light Demon Collapse, Yin and Yang are one, which can be regarded as commendable.
What makes Yu Tian not very satisfied is that the power of the Great Thousand Realms is too fragile, and for a hundred years, it has been inferior to a stubble, and the demigods have all fallen to this point.
No talent, no will, just a bunch of garbage.
Perhaps this is the truth that prosperity must decline, in the generation of Yutian Moshan, it has reached a limit.
They absorb too much of the heavenly fortune.
Especially the vain sky himself, the power of heaven and earth to achieve invincible power.
The world is a game of chess for Yutian, and in this last battle, he wants to play a big game.
Bet on the entire plane.
Of course, it also includes the Templars, who represent the extreme of the Ruthless Generation, and Wang Meng, a strange guy, has soared in the most unusual way.
So the Templars became a bargaining chip.
The stakes should be bigger, and only in this way can the sky be a little interested.
Before Wang Meng came up.
This kid named Akito might be able to pass the time.
Of course, you have to wait for Akito to get out.
Too weak a force will only make the sky lose its appetite.
In the Holy Hall, Hu Jing and the others were also in trouble, they tried their best to solve the dilemma set by the Delusional Heaven, but all kinds of attempts were made to no avail, the power of the Delusion Heaven has been freed from the form of magic, there is no trace, and it is useless for them to rack their brains.
Fortunately, Yutian did not mean to make a move, but wanted to encircle the people in the temple and wait for Wang Meng's arrival.
As for the other forces in the Great Thousand Realms, they all went to worship the heavens.
The so-called five demigods.
As soon as the sky came out, the others immediately became floating clouds, and that deep-rooted influence and fear swept across the vast world in an instant.
And judging from the power displayed by the delusional sky, it is indeed beyond the reach of other demigods.
And in the Thousand Realms.
Wang Meng came to the space of the gods.
He needs to find his way to the Great Thousand Realms.
The Fengshen Tower was no longer able to stop Wang Meng's pace.
With full firepower, Wang Meng fought all the way to the hundredth floor.
The hundredth floor is just a high platform of the void.
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Above the high platform was an endless void, and there seemed to be a light at the end of the distant void.
The whole void has no one to rely on.
Wang Meng's hand was deep outside the high platform, and in an instant, there was a strong tearing force, and when he retracted it, there were already dense scars, which was still the case of the godhead protecting the body.
The divine consciousness unfolded, and downward, the entire divine space was under the control of the divine consciousness, but upward, almost more than ten meters out, the divine consciousness was dispelled.
Manpower is strong, but it is still small in the face of the infinite world.
Wang Meng didn't leave, just stood quietly in the closest place to the Great Thousand Realms, looking at the light.
Time flies, from the mortal world, to the small thousand worlds, and then to the middle thousand worlds, step by step, and finally the last step is missing, and going to the big thousand worlds is Xiao Wang Meng's inner dream.
When he had just fused with the Moshan Godhead, Wang Meng was really shocked by such a world, he really didn't feel that there was such a day, but he had such a desire in his heart.
Not seeking immortality, but seeking vigorous, Wang Meng knows that there is no end to cultivation, and it is better to seize every day than to be hopeful.
And now, he is finally strong enough to go to the place where Mo Shan sighed back then.
Accomplish what he didn't accomplish.
Of course, this is also Wang Meng's own goal.
To have today, of course, he has his own efforts, but it was not Mo Shan who gave him such an opportunity.
In the dark, Wang Meng felt that at the end of that light, there were countless voices calling him.
The crisp ding-dong sound is so familiar, and it's so unfamiliar An image appeared in Wang Meng's mind, which was a silent sword The road from the Middle Thousand Realms to the Great Thousand Realms can be forcibly crossed, but there must be coordinates, otherwise you will be lost in the vast destruction space.
And the sword is the coordinates This is the last wealth that Mo Shan left to Wang Meng Mo Shan didn't know who the godhead would give and whether that person would come to this point, but what he expected was that the other party's difficulties would definitely be greater than his, and the call of the silent sword would at least have some effect.
In this space of destruction, the call of the silent sword is that Wang Meng will not lose the lighthouse in the sea.
But can this destruction space really be crossed?
Is there really an end?
Wang Meng really didn't know, he had thought about it a lot these days, his comprehension had reached the peak, if it was really his comprehension ascension, this door should have been opened a long time ago, after all, he already had the power of the Great Thousand Realms, but there was no reaction at all, according to Yan Luoqi's statement, there should be only one way to cross the destruction space.
This should have been passed down from heaven to heaven.
Wang Meng didn't think that Yutian would set a trap for him, there was no need to think about it, a person who could reach such a realm would not care about the opponent at all, what he was worried about was that there was no opponent.
The road is right, but the question is whether it can be crossed.
Wang Meng's whole person flew out of the high platform, and in an instant, a huge repulsion force bombarded, and at the same time, the whole person was torn from all directions, this is not a spell, but the destruction of space, from the most primitive power The power of chaos Wang Meng returned to the high platform, and his body was already scarred, destroying space, the source of the world's power, chaos, which was the foundation of this world.
The light seems to be very far away, but it may be very close, Wang Meng doesn't know how far he can rush out, and he doesn't know how far it is, but what he knows is that once he decides to go out, don't think about staying strong, and he will die if he hesitates at all.
This was the first time that there was no certainty, and the divine sense could not detect the distance.
Wang Meng needs to make a choice.
To be continued: