In Kui's stunned gaze, Meng Jingtian gently pulled the black and white bracelet on his wrist, and a sword and a sword appeared in his hands.

Standing up slightly, the green dragon chair turned into a battle armor and appeared on him.

Before it began, it ended.

Meng Jingtian seemed to stand still and did not move, but the knife and sword in his hand began to fly blood.

There was a strange rain in the sky again, wind, fireballs, flowers...... And something else, mixed with falling from the sky.

The pouring "heavy rain" fell on Meng Jingtian's body, he didn't hide, and let these things fall on his body.

He put away the knife and sword in his hand, turned into a bracelet, and buckled it on his left wrist.

As soon as he raised his hand, he caught a fruit with a dark skin from the mess that fell from the air, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

This is the "heavenly mourning" that represents the fall of Kui.

Meng Jingtian slowly sat down and sat on the Qinglong chair.

On the other side, only Yuan was incredulous and unwillingly questioned: "For...... What the? ”

"There can only be one Juggernaut." Meng Jingtian replied unhurriedly.

He can't tell what feelings he has for Yuan, anyway, after learning that the fate is just a ridiculous statement that he uses to control the true god, he only has hatred, right?

Because of this kind of foolishness, the heavens were reincarnated in the Hongmeng realm for more than ten thousand lifetimes, and when the war of the gods broke out, and then when they fought less than half of the original number, he didn't know anything.

"I am the Supreme!" Slightly, Meng Jingtian continued.

If there is really a fate, then this is his fate!

The words fell, the last trace of divine power in the Yuan body returned to heaven and earth, the soul re-entered the reincarnation, and it snowed heavily in the sky, covering up everything that was broken.

"Hey!" Meng Jingtian sighed, but then he had a headache.

Seventy-two realms, they beat them to only twelve, what can I do?

A ball of jelly quietly appeared, and the jelly-like body turned into a little firefly that generally fluoresced, flying in various domains.

Meng Jingtian was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, these fluorescent powers are the source power that belongs to the source.

So far, he has never understood what kind of existence this power is.

These scattered fluorescences glue together all the shattered realms, but not just the ones.

There are also those intact realms, which have also been pulled over, and they are all glued together, and the middle is the originally inconspicuous Hongmeng realm.

With the Hongmeng realm as the center, the seventy-two realms merged, and a new huge realm created appeared.

However, as the fluorescence scattered, the source jelly-like body vanished.

"Source?" Meng Jingtian was a little anxious, wanting to figure out all this.

Although, he complained about the source of his complaints, but if this really disappears, he still feels uncomfortable.

He was so desperate to find out the information from the source, and finally, he finally got a little.

The origin of the source is even bigger than he imagined!

The gods are born from nothingness, and the source is the existence that evolved from nothingness after the gods were born.

"Nothing" no longer exists, and the source is a completely different new existence that is completely different from "nothing" and is born out of "nothing".

It is everything in heaven and earth, and it is everything that can be seen and felt as far as the eye can see.

And that jelly is nothing but a surplus of energy condensation that can create the most primordial energy of all things.

The consciousness of the source, that is, the consciousness of all things, is everywhere.

Now, the new realm that was born, everything in the realm, is the source.

Time goes back, the earth star in the new realm, the era in which Meng Jingtian lived in this life, and the street of the earth star in the nineties of the 21st century that can only be seen from the movie.

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy wearing a neat white shirt with a cute dango pattern embroidered on the lapels of the shirt pockets, carrying a blue backpack on one shoulder and whistling with his hands in his pockets.

After a while, he skillfully walked into a noisy and chaotic black Internet café, smiled toothily at the network management lady at the front desk, showed a perfect sunny smile, and said, "Open a machine for me." ”

……

On a small computer, there is a large online game called "Tomorrow".

As soon as Meng Jingtian went online, the gang channel of the "Temple of the Gods" shouted.

"Helper! If nothing else, today we will be able to overthrow the final boss of this game, are you excited, excited? ”

"Helper, you must come to the weekend gang meeting!"

"That's it! As a helper, you haven't shown up at a single meeting in ten times, is it really good to be so sneaky? ”

……

Meng Jingtian looked at the chatting between these gangs in the gang and smiled slightly.

"Tomorrow" has become Zhao Rin's psychological shadow, but it is a collection that he misses the past!

Instead of playing games as a lone ranger in the past, this time, after releasing Tomorrow hundreds of years ago to Earthstar in the era in which he lived, he established a gang in the game.

The gang is full of ordinary players from Earthstar.

"To tell you the truth, I've pushed this boss hundreds of times, and I'm not excited at all."

"Also, how do you speak? What the hell, I'm mysterious, okay? I am Mr. Meng Jingtian, who does not want to be named! ”

Meng Jingtian did not have Gao Leng as a top master in the virtual online game "Tomorrow", and soon crackled and typed a string of text and posted it in the gang channel.

"Helper, you have really been forced to complete the assembly, and you don't blush at all if you brag."

"The final boss of this game hasn't been pushed yet, right? Where have you pushed hundreds of times? ”

……

Soon, the gang continued to chat with him.

Meng Jingtian smiled, of course, it was pushed hundreds of times from the earth stars of different time and space, and the game "Tomorrow"!

While chatting, the elite members of the gang gathered, and on the computer screen, a group of cardboard characters rode the teleportation array to a map called "Ruins of the Gods".

After a period of skilful cleaning up of the mobs, everyone came to the entrance of the dungeon in the center of the Ruins of the Gods.

Just entered the dungeon, and a group of gangsters were a little confused.

What appeared in front of them was a beautifully modeled palace that resembled a real one.

And the name of the plaque slanted above the palace is three big characters "Temple of the Gods"!

"! Why is the name of this ultimate copy the same as the name of our gang? ”

"How do you feel weird, as if you're beating yourself!"

……

After being stunned for two seconds, a group of gangsters couldn't help but discuss in shock.

"Don't hide it, you help me, the chief planner of the "Tomorrow" game company, I have been hiding it for so long, it seems that it is finally going to be exposed! Hey—" Meng Jingtian typed on the gang channel and sighed.

"! Helper, can you pretend to be forced to make a little draft? ”

"A coincidence also makes you brag, why don't you say that you are the chairman of the "Huanyu Group"? ”

……

Accustomed to Meng Jingtian's "bragging", the gangs subconsciously scolded themselves on the gang channel.

This helper who pretends to be like the wind and often accompanies me is their daily life!