Countless monks outside hovered in the air, looking at the end of the world from afar, and the only remaining masters of the various sects came out.

Foil Rain méiyou with the Flying Ascension, but standing side by side with Hua Qingping, the strength of the Foil Rain has indeed improved very quickly, Hua Qingping Qingchu felt the terrifying talent of the Flying Ascension, given time, the demigods are certain, of course, fate is in the battle between Yutian and Wang Meng.

Hua Qingping is also infinitely curious about this Wang Meng, the Ming people only have one way to defeat in the face of the heavens, this Wang Meng is the last of the ascending people to reach the Great Thousand Realms, but in the short shijiān is about to meet the battle of the heavens, can this be done?

"Sword Rain, how sure is Wang Meng of this battle?"

Hua Jianyu's gaze was a little frozen, "I don't zhidào, shijiān is too short, but maybe it's not a problem, since I knew this person, he has never been defeated" "The novel chapter is updated the fastest. ”

Hua Qingping smiled bitterly, "How can he ever be defeated, from the moment he was born, he has won every battle, and he is a strong man in every battle." ”

At this level, Hua Qingping was very calm, he felt that the Flying Ascending Crowd and the Great Thousand Crowd could coexist, and some shihou had made a choice but to resign themselves to fate.

It's just that no matter how you think about it, I don't think this Wang Meng has a chance of winning.

All the people think so, the sky is the true god who is alive, this Wang Meng can be about the same as the Ming people, even if there is a line, there is a shime use?

If you just flew up, it is equivalent to just getting your life, even if you are talented, you can do shime in a month?

Hu Jing, Zhang Xiaojiang and others waited quietly, and Wang Meng appeared this month. This is unprecedented, and this battle is also a fateful battle for Wang Meng.

Everyone is very quiet, Yutian Yijing has arrived, what about Wang Meng?

On the hill not far from the end of the world, Wang Meng stood up, with a sparse and uneven beard on his face, and he sat in front of the Ming people for a month.

I thought about shime, I thought about shime, I thought about mingbái, or not mingbái. No one zhidào.

But. Shijiān arrived.

Wang Meng stood up and walked towards the end of the world.

Above the end of the world, the eyes of the vain sky passed through the space and looked at Wang Meng.

Wang Meng is looking at the sky. Just walking the path of ziji.

Wang Meng's heart is grateful. He thanked his parents for giving birth. Thanks to Mo Shan's godhead, Xu Huang who gave him a chance as a mortal with extremely poor talent, and Hu Jing, Zhang Xiaojiang, Yang Ying, and Mingren for their existence.

Including delusion.

Walk on the road of the great world. Wang Meng is barefoot, step by step, this is the Great Thousand Worlds!

This month is chaotic, Wang Meng shime is not enough, and this shihou, gǎnjiào began to become clear, in the grass, there are unknown little creatures staring at him, an uninvited guest.

A trace of aura emanated from the small grass, and in the Great Thousand Realms, all creatures were more full of agility than the Nether Realm, and there seemed to be a faint soul.

It's a shijiè like no other.

Wang Meng walked very steadily, but not slowly, and the end of the world greeted the arrival of its second master.

Yutian and Wang Meng finally came face to face, and at this time, Wang Meng's eyes also fell on Yutian.

And méiyou strange, like an old friend who hasn't seen you for a long time.

Yu Tian's eyes finally calmed down, as if he had let go of his thoughts for a long time.

This person has taken a path that is completely different from him, but he has also reached the same height.

It's an incredible thing indeed.

"Silent waiting for its owner, yijing for a long time. ”

False heaven said.

Wang Meng walked towards the silent sword, this is Moshan's sword, once upon a time, Wang Meng's swordsmanship has always been his shadow, after a hundred years, he finally saw it.

The silent sword méiyou repelled, it felt the breath of Moshan on Wang Meng's body, but when Wang Meng approached shihou, the silent sword let out a wail again.

Because, Moshan doesn't exist after all.

Wang Meng is not Mo Shan.

Wang Meng and méiyou stretched out his hand, because he was not the owner of this silent sword, and he would not come back if he disappeared.

The deceased is gone.

However, with yidiǎn, Mo Shan can look at it, and he finally hopes that someone can stand here again, reach the peak, and challenge the way of heaven.

This is something that Méiyou has never done, and he has done it.

Silent sword mingbái.

It has been waiting for this moment all along, and it can follow its master.

That tear stain slowly expanded, and finally turned into fragments and dissipated in the Great Thousand Realms.

Wang Meng turned around and looked at the sky, both of them were very calm, this battle was not only their victory or defeat, but also their demands.

Delusion heaven to zhidào, whether there is a god above him, God is a shime thing!

Wang Meng wants zhidào, the way of heaven is shime in the end, and at this point, he wants zhidào truth!

"Let's start with space. Yu Tian said lightly.

The corners of Wang Meng's mouth, which was full of stubble, drew an arc and stepped towards the sky.

And the sky was already in vain, and he slammed towards the king.

The space is constantly switching, but after one step, both of them are in the same place, and the space is changing at a high frequency.

The two of them just moved forward step by step, but they were displaced, because it was space that moved.

The monks were all intimidated by this terrifying realm, which was a dominant-level order.

Space is the foundation, and many of the spells of the monks of the Great Thousand Realms are based on space, but no one can manipulate the space, and the sky can do it.

No one thought that this Wang Meng could also do it!

A mere monk who had just come up from the Little Thousand Realms could use space to such an extent.

Wang Meng and Yutian are constantly changing in the space, but everyone is méiyou, the space confrontation, it seems that it is not moving, but there are hundreds of changes every moment, if anyone is worse yidiǎn, they will be directly torn apart by the space.

This kind of confrontation can't have any ifs, otherwise the accumulated space killing will be piled up on the body in an instant, and any ** will collapse in an instant.

Wave......

The space confrontation has accumulated to the core point, bursting!

The shock wave exploded violently, spreading thousands of miles away in an instant. The monks resisted one after another, even if it was so far away, it still contained more than ten kinds of spatial powers.

Some of the monks who were not strong collapsed in an instant.

The spatial power that condenses the intricate forces of spatial chaos, spatial folding, spatial jumping, distortion, etc., is simply impossible for ordinary monks to crack.

Various spells flickered to escape from this dangerous difāng.

Only those who are strong can appreciate this disparity in power from it, and it can raise their horizons in an instant.

This is the spatial mastery of the highest realm.

“shijiān！”

Neither Delusion nor Wang Meng would be interested in anything else, they would definitely use the most core power of existence.

shijiān, qualitative change based on space.

Shijiān's passage and progress overlapped with Wang Meng and Yutian's changes, but Yutian quickly froze, and Shijiān had no effect on him.

Because he is God, he is free from shijiān bondage. He is immortal.

shijiān。 It is the most meaningless to him, this is the real incomprehension, the méiyou birth, old age, sickness and death, the exhaustion of the worries of the méiyou monks.

Eternal power.

And Wang Meng is not. His body is constantly changing in the shijiān. Unstoppable aging. Old age is followed by youth, and reincarnation cannot be escaped.

Because Wang Meng didn't want to escape, because there was birth, old age, sickness and death. That's the power of humanity.

Shijiān is the limitation of human beings, but at the same time, it gives human beings the most powerful power.

If it weren't for this short life, how could humanity have burst out with such great power.

This is the true meaning of shijiān.

Wang Meng's strength is constantly increasing in shijiān, and unlike the eternity of delusion, Wang Meng is getting stronger and stronger with shijiān.

This is his Shijiān rule.

Delusion and Wang Meng are eternal and ephemeral.

The power burned in Wang Meng's body.

Boom Rumble......

The godhead of the delusional sky finally appeared, and the front was just an appetizing dish, just to see Wang Meng's understanding.

Mo Shan's insight is just a foundation, and he wants to see if Wang Meng is qualified to see if he has this qualification.

The Godhead is growing wildly, and it is also the Godhead, and every pattern of the Godhead of the Delusion Heaven is several times that of the average monk, and it is the brilliant crystal of nàme, which is completely art.

That huge image shines in the sky, that's the sky ziji, because he is the god of ziji!

The whole 100,000 life grid is perfect!

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, since the méiyou monk can break through, tens of thousands of years, the end of the Great Thousand Realms is ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, and the monks who can enter the last nine life grids are all the top demigods of the Great Thousand Realms.

Back then, Moshan was also poor, and there were only a few more in the sky, which created an absolute gap, and now it has created a peerless godhead.

This is not a demigod, this is a true god!

One hundred thousand lives is the end and the perfection.

The sky is the demon god, the earth-shattering demon god statue.

This is also the wonder of the heavens, why is he still in this bound world.

The sky roared, and the earth was low, surrendering to this great power.

This is the true power of the Delusional Heaven, and the Delusion Heaven itself is more than the chaotic origin of Heaven and Earth together with Heaven and Earth.

Everything is at your feet, overlooking the Three Realms.

Delusion finally used his power, which was the power of despair.

The god's glance looked at Wang Meng.

Wang Meng, you brought the shime answer from the Nether!

Looking at the power of the delusional god yiyàng, Wang Meng showed a bright smile.

From the moment he practiced, he thought that there would be such a day, and now it was in front of him, and the vain sky méiyou let him down.

A bolt from the blue.

The golden light soared into the sky, Wang Meng's ascension was unprecedented, and the fusion of the two godheads was born of shime?

Yes none!

At the moment of ascension, Wang Meng's stubborn personality swallowed Mo Shan's godhead, and the law wanted to forcibly build it, but he stubbornly fused with Wang Meng to become yiti.

Wang Meng méiyou life, méiyou life, méiyou life.

When he arrived in the Great Thousand Realms, Wang Meng became a mortal!

Everything is nothingness.

However, although he is a mortal, he is a mortal who is completely méiyou under the power of the gods.

Yu Tian was stunned for a moment, and then looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Good, good, good!"

Cultivating the way of God in vain heaven will eventually become a god!

And Wang Meng's cultivation is humanitarian, and he is finally an adult!

(Ask for a double commuter pass!) (To be continued......)