2613: C2613 Prosperity or Death

C2613 Prosperity or Death

Ancestor of Human Race revealed some of the secrets of this the Long River of Destiny.

However, these clues could at most be considered small talk.

Yet, he had already given Meng Fan the answer he wanted.

"Secondly, you are definitely not the person the Heavenly Dao chose. The people that the Heavenly Dao chose, if it was you, then the calamities that you had experienced would not happen. Those calamities, every one of them, were all Heavenly Dao s that wanted to kill you.

Third, the final calamity has already begun. It has begun from the ten thousand worlds of the heavens. "

Ancestor of Human Race finished each of the three things.

Meng Fan sat on the spot without saying a word. He just picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"What is the final Apocalypse?" Meng Fan asked after a long while.

"The origin of life is vitality, all living beings need to eat and live, if there is no vitality, then the Age of Chaos will arrive, cultivators will perish in large amounts, becoming mortals, and many god kings will pass away. The final calamity of Heavenly Dao will come from the origin, destroying all living things, destroying cultivators, destroying martial arts."

Ancestor of Human Race finished what he wanted to say in one breath.

Meng Fan frowned, "The essence is exhausted, it's just that the Heaven Man Five Weakness, I have already seen the Celestial Domain. The Heaven Man Five Weakness, it's impossible to destroy life, cultivators, and martial arts."

"That's right." Ancestor of Human Race nodded solemnly. "So, Heavenly Dao does not want to dry up their energy, and cause the entire universe to become desolate, but they do it in a different way. It can be said to be a plague."

Meng Fan's eyebrows frowned more and more.

"If you still have that powerful divine soul and have your own physical body, you should have already found out the answer by now." Ancestor of Human Race drank all the tea in his cup, "But now, you can't figure it out. It's almost time for you to leave. "

Meng Fan was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Back to the primal chaos of the universe."

"You can come and go?"

"No." Ancestor of Human Race shook his head, "The most I can do is to project an image into the universe. No one can, but you can."

"Why?" Meng Fan was surprised.

"Because you are Minor Heavenly Tao." Ancestor of Human Race said with a smile.

He didn't seem to give an answer.

However, he seemed to have nothing else to say.

He reached out and pushed Meng Fan on the shoulder.

Meng Fan, who was just a child and a mortal, flew backwards like a shadow. He flew for who knows how far and crashed into the river of laws. Then, everything went dark in front of him.

In the darkness, he felt suffocated.

He was in pain.

Thus, he struggled.

He frantically struggled and twisted with all his might.

The scene before his eyes lit up once again!

Meng Fan let out a long breath.

What he saw was an army that covered the sky!

Groups after groups of the army of tigers and wolves were tied to his body with tens of thousands of law chains, attempting to drag him away.

But they couldn't do it.

Because at this moment, he had completely turned into a huge elephant that was over three hundred meters tall. The statue itself was not that heavy, and even an ordinary Divine King could easily move it. However, this huge elephant was created from the suppression of the Mandate of Fate, and its fate could not be changed, it could not be changed, it could not be reversed, and it remained unmoved!

The moment Meng Fan woke up, he felt that the giant elephant was collapsing.

It was shattering bit by bit.

The stone fell off.

The shackles of fate slowly disappeared.

Under the astonished gaze of the army of millions of tigers and wolves, the giant elephant collapsed with a loud rumble, filling the air with dust!

Meng Fan felt dizzy and weak as he slowly walked out from the dust.

Several Hundreds of Celestial Kings s and many Dhyana Dynasty soldiers looked at him vigilantly, and then, swarmed over!

"Kill!"

A killing intent appeared in Meng Fan's heart.

In an instant, his face turned ferocious.

In the front row, the three Divine Kings and the tens of thousands of soldiers, in the instant that Meng Fan revealed his malevolent gaze, all of their origin energy, Laws, and flesh exploded and disintegrated!

However, the moment the thunderous attack was unleashed, Meng Fan felt exhausted. His entire body fell backwards and crashed onto the ground with a loud bang. His brain also became drowsy.

The instant he fell to the ground.

He felt a hand on his arm.

Then he fell asleep.

…

When he woke up again, it was a cool and refreshing great hall.

The palace was filled with the fragrance of natural women, as well as numerous bright lights.

He was lying on a huge blanket made from Desolate Beast's skin, and beside him were two women.

One was Princess Nandian.

One was a cute and quick-witted brocade scroll.

"Father!" she shouted excitedly.

Princess Nandian turned around and looked at Meng Fan with a complicated expression.

There was vigilance and guilt in this gaze.

Meng Fan let out a long breath, rubbed his tired and heavy forehead, and looked into Princess Nandian's eyes.

"You didn't kill me when I was unconscious. You guys might have missed the best opportunity. A Sick Tiger, and you're releasing a cage again?"

Princess Nandian hesitated for a moment and said faintly, "What Royal Father wants to destroy is Taiping Army, you …"1

"I am only a bait. Since my Taiping Army have already been destroyed, there is no need for me to die. If you beg the Emperor for my life, he will agree to it benevolently, right?" Meng Fan sneered.

Princess Nandian didn't say anything.

Wu Tie tore off the blanket and stood up, revealing his flawless and crystal clear body. He was as perfect as Creation God, almost the pinnacle of creation.

Then, with a casual wave of his hand, his Essence descended, forming a green robe on his body. He then walked out.

Seeing Meng Fan walking further and further away and just as he was about to step out of the palace gate, Princess Nandian suddenly said: "You can't possibly walk out of the Dhyana Dynasty alive."

Meng Fan stopped.

He did not turn around.

With his back facing Princess Nandian.

"Royal Father said that unless you and I become husband and wife and change our surname to Nangong, the only road left for you is death."

Meng Fan slowly turned around.

He looked at Princess Nandian and said with a cold smile, "What is the Dharma Emperor's original words?"

Princess Nandian muttered to herself, "The destruction of Taiping Army, the first meritorious achievement of the alien, Meng Fan, Feng Yi and Marquis of Pinxiang, bestowed the name Nangong on the Southern Palace, giving the surname Nangong to lead the troops for Nangong Fan. Three Domain Lord."

Meng Fan burst into laughter.

He was laughing out loud.

Princess Nandian's expression turned increasingly grim.

"Your highness, you've really paid too much of a price to spare my life. You've asked for too much of a reward. My husband is forever grateful!"

Meng Fan's voice was loud and clear, and within his words, there were waves of evil.

The current Meng Fan was slightly different from the Meng Fan from before, who was as simple as the Tai Mountain.

After experiencing that fall, the killing intent and evil aura in his heart had grown infinitely, showing the opposing side of how he had transformed into another Heavenly Dao.

Although he had not yet stepped into the depraved realm after experiencing the suppression of the Fate Grindstone, and then stepped into the the Long River of Destiny, and had even met Ancestor of Human Race, the current him had still changed quite a bit from the him of back then.

Meng Fan was well aware of this point.

Humans would always change.

Meng Fan was unlike other God Kings, who had a straight path to the end. In many people's words, he was pathless.

After Ru Shuiyi's second farewell, his mental state had undergone a tremendous change.

"Ask your father to stop me." Meng Fan sneered.

Space shattered and vanished from where he stood.

All that was left was the law of a depression.

pqdm.com