"Senpai, take it."

The six-eared macaque has no intention of disobedience, even if she is the orthodox descendant of Lingbao Tianzun.

After all, the situation is stronger than people.

What's more, the array gods all agreed, you must know that it is an alternative continuation of Tianzun's life!

"Poor Dao doesn't like to take advantage of others, when the darkness and turmoil pass, the four swords of Zhuxian will be returned, and then I will give you another creation."

When he arrived at the quasi-emperor realm, he didn't say anything about the law, and it was definitely a word, and when he heard the words, the unhappiness in his heart disappeared, and he directly moved the cave from the Tianzun Life Spring.

Immediately after, an immortal sword broke through the air and hung above Meng Fan's head, and then stood still, all the qi was restrained.

But even so, the six-eared macaque standing next to him still felt a feeling that the heavens and the earth were destroyed, and the body and divine bones were about to be shattered.

The murderous aura of this sword is too strong!

On the dark red sword body, there was a terrifying carving of killing immortals, one by one, one by one, in groups, ten thousand spirits were ambushed, and the blood stained the universe, terrifying to the extreme.

Moreover, without the formation diagram, it would be difficult for such an existence to be put away, unlike other imperial weapons that did not have any waves after calming down-

The murderous aura is not a fluctuation of divine energy, but a kind of qi rhyme, which is born like this.

According to a secret record, when the killing sword was cast, it cracked nine heavens in a row, and the murder and robbery committed were too heavy!

Even, some people say that the scene of killing immortals engraved on the sword body is real, and on the day the killing sword was cast, it coincided with the formation diagram, and directly cracked into the immortal realm under the auspices of Lingbao Tianzun.

Of course, the truth of the facts is no longer verifiable, and it may all be made up, but Meng Fan vaguely guessed that it may be the immortal corpse left behind in the era of the Emperor of the Wasteland, which was suppressed by the enlightener Lingbao Tianzun at that time.

The thought turned sharply, and as the killing array sent out a powerful fluctuation, the remaining three killing swords clanged and rushed into the sky, merging with the formation diagram, there was a tendency to tear apart the universe and recreate the universe.

"Poor Dao is the lord of the Eight Views Palace, and when the hundred years expire, you can come to the Holy City of the East Wilderness of the Big Dipper to find me."

If you are not dead...... After adding a sentence in his heart, Meng Fan tore the sky and left.

Those who had the intention of looking for him were undoubtedly empty, and looking at his disappearing back, the six-eared macaque murmured, "Lord of the Eight Views Palace...... Hokuto Holy City ......"

The universe is vast.

If it weren't for the use of tools such as the five-color altar and the divine light platform, even the saints would probably be lost and unable to find their way back.

The cold sky was so big that the monk felt his own insignificance, and he couldn't explore the end of this starry sky even to the top of his cultivation, and he didn't know the origin of this world.

Only the Emperor can travel to the end and discover the most simple and simple secrets!

Leaving the Tianzun Secret Realm, Meng Fan, who was far away from the Heavenly Soldier Ancient Star, did not look back, turned back to Beidou, and did not go straight to the earth-

There is a staircase road in the starry sky, paved with bluestone slabs, straight forward, which looks very alternative and mysterious under this bright galaxy.

And everyone who has the ambition to Emperor Road will come here.

Right now, there are bursts of divine singing on the bluestone ancient road, deafening, like the scriptures resonating, like the ancient gods preaching, Daigo empowerment, making people wake up, even if the quasi-emperor-level existence has been touched.

Just in front of it, the stars were like water, brilliant and bright, and accompanied by mysterious and hazy clouds, as if they had come to a fairy city.

The galaxy is ten thousand roads, the momentum is steaming, and the entire ancient city is majestic and magnificent, far better than any Meng Fan has seen before!

It seemed to be made of black metal, shimmering with a cold luster, and a faint layer of dark red light appeared, like blood light.

In fact, this is the holy blood shed by the ancient conquests and the fall of the powerful men of the past dynasties, and there is even no lack of quasi-emperor blood.

Of course, they have long since dried up and the essence is gone, otherwise this city would be murderous and inaccessible.

The huge gate tower is hundreds of feet high, and even ancient giants can pass through, magnificent and majestic, exuding a shocking sense of oppression.

Meng Fan stepped in alone, unobstructed, and uncensored.

After all, when it comes to this, which is the simplest

Generation?

"Unless there is a dark apocalyptic war, otherwise, this place will not be threatened no matter what, and even if the dark supreme encounters it, he must be a little jealous, worried that there are the means left by the emperors of the past dynasties."

Inside the city.

The flow of people came and went, rubbing shoulders, and the moment Meng Fan entered, the whole street was quiet, and I don't know how many eyes looked at it together.

After a few breaths, it was noisy.

"There are actually trialists in the world who have come here, such a speed, it is too exaggerated."

"Nothing Missing!"

"The constitution that is destined for enlightenment!"

Countless eyes were focused, and people were talking.

This is the prestige of pushing all the way, facing the underworld but not afraid at all, in front of him, no one dares to respect the world, and even the older figures are respectful.

"Where are the human kings, the fairy of green poetry, the overlord, the emperor sky, and the great demon god now, and when will they appear?"

"In this life, no matter which race's Tianjiao preaches, the human race will inevitably continue to be supremely brilliant, hahaha, God bless."

"It's the breath of a quasi-emperor, he has become an emperor......

"The Chaos Body has become an emperor!"

Quasi-Emperor.

Although there is a quasi-word in front, it is indeed called "emperor", respected by all races, and the Taoist system created by it is immortal after thousands of catastrophes.

However, the premise is not to be affected by the dark turmoil.

"Poor Dao to ask, how to enter the last and only true way?" Meng Fan had no intention of staying, and directly explained his intentions.

Those who are destined to preach and have achieved the supreme quasi-emperor realm are definitely qualified to know where to go next.

[In view of the general environment,

Soon, he left.

Another legend was left behind.

The fish jumped up, went up against the waterfall, and climbed the peak, this was a jump, at this moment, Meng Fan, who was in a hurry, took the ancient road of the human race as a springboard, and finally entered the ultimate place.

A majestic pass towers, swirling with chaotic qi, and the years cannot erase the slightest trace of it.

Because the names of the Emperor of People, Amitabha Buddha, Ruthless Man, Void, Beginningless, Qingdi and others are inscribed on the pillars, the silence of eternity is full of atmosphere in the void!

Meng Fan saw that one huge stone pillar after another, towering into the nebula, like a pillar supporting the sky, standing in front of Xiongguan, each one was a piece of history, engraved with the veins of time.

They are all written together, and they are majestic!

The one who is swirling with the yin qi and the roar of the heavenly way is incessant must be the emperor of the people.

On Mount Meru, the Great Lei Yin Temple is located, revealing the Dharma of Amitabha Buddha.

……

A grimace mark, sour with a smile and tears, symbolizing the life of a ruthless man.

An ancient mirror, an afterimage, fought to the death, quelled the turmoil in the seven forbidden areas, and told the end of the void.

The Chaos Bell suppresses the ancient and modern, turns its back to all beings, becomes a mystery of life and death, and the Supreme has no beginning and no end.

A green lotus, shaking the eternal blue sky, standing alone, looking at the fairy domain.

From the ancient emperor to the emperor, from different powerful clans, carved the traces that belong to them, not brilliant, not honored, just a kind of brand.