2968: C2968 Meng Fan Does Not Cry

C2968 Meng Fan Does Not Cry

Heavenly Dao didn't die.

Karma was invincible.

One after another, the void worlds merged together, converging into an endless chain of cause and effect, binding the youth within the WuTown.

The youth sat paralyzed on the ground, his hands hugging his knees as he sobbed.

Helplessness, full of fear.

He just wanted to hide in a dark corner and never come out.

"I don't want to, I don't want to go through all this... I don't want to, I don't want to experience all this separation, all this pain, I don't want to... "I just want to stay by my mother's side …"

The sobbing sounds of the young man were quickly drowned out by the chants of the nearly ten thousand buddhist disciples of Mount Xumi.

The voices of the Realm of the Gods and the God Kings of Arcane Empire were also drowned out.

"This is the last step." Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts's voice was like the endless waves of the ocean. He stretched out his hand and pointed in Meng Fan's direction with his five fingers, "Suppressing the Heavenly Dao, Meng Fan, will be the era of the God Tribe's rise, descending."

The several god-race leaders also extended their hands.

At that instant, they released all of their power without reservation. The power condensed into mountains and rivers, converging together. They alternated between formless and visible and landed on Meng Fan's body.

Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts's mountain range was over a thousand feet high.

The few god-race leaders were also hundreds of meters tall.

These were mountains condensed from the god race's martial arts and laws. The stone walls were all very smooth, and they were imprinted with the ancient and simple god race language.

Meng Fan's body was twisted under the pressure of the mountain.

He raised his head and looked at Xumi Buddha , who was several thousand steps away.

His gaze continued to change between blankness and determination.

His knees had shattered the earth.

His hands had already sunk deep into the ground.

Karma chains began to extend from the ground, wrapping themselves around his body.

"Not only suppress him, kill him!"

On the chest of her armor, a ball of cursed power turned into a Spiritual Imprint, exploded, and poured into the mountain which was created by the god race.

and also the Divine Kings of Arcane Empire behind her.

They also released their power and injected it into the mountains and rivers.

"Yes, kill him." Dharma King of Transcendence shouted crazily, "Kill him!"

Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts squinted his eyes. His palm pressed down hard in the air as he said coldly, "Kill him."

Meng Fan was the place where the Heavenly Dao laid. The Heavenly Dao was the opposite of the god race, and it restrained the god race.

Therefore, in the eyes of the god race, Meng Fan must die.

The Hand of the King of Arcane Empire, Shi Weifu, was mercilessly suppressed by Meng Fan and had no way to retaliate. Five of the Five Tribulations Arcane Arts, the God King, had perished as he came for his revenge with great anger.

Thus, in the eyes of Arcane Empire, Meng Fan was destined to die.

Xumi Buddha was filled with fear for the Heavenly Dao and also vigilance for the fate that was just born. He used karma on himself and turned himself into Meng Fan's nemesis.

As a result, in the eyes of Buddhism Realm, Meng Fan had to die.

After jumping out of Chaos Emperor's control, Dharma King of Transcendence refined Meng Fan's creator's flesh and blood. Dharma King of Transcendence possessed a power infinitely close to Meng Fan's, allowing him to have multiple True Meaning of the Great Tao s at the same time. However, there could only be one Heavenly Dao.

In Dharma King of Transcendence's eyes, Meng Fan had to die.

The overwhelming power and boundless killing intent gathered together.

Released one after another by the peak-level powerhouses, they crushed Meng Fan's body.

Meng Fan was enveloped by mountains and torrential rain.

Every inch of his skin was trembling violently.

He tried his best to activate the Pillar of Martial Arts.

Finally, the Pillar of Martial Arts gently rotated.

This gentle strike was not enough for him to struggle free.

But with this light rotation, the War God vomited out a mouthful of blood and was forced to retreat a few steps, his entire body sore.

However, the warlord still relied on his strong willpower to continue unleashing his power towards Meng Fan.

The Pillar of Martial Arts spun again.

The Divine King of the Four Tribulations behind Akdor didn't even have time to cry out in grief before he was blasted into smithereens. Even his soul dissipated from his body.

Meng Fan's gaze swept across the Mount Xumi.

Several Arhats immediately retreated in pain, constantly waving their hands above their heads, as if trying to disperse something.

In their souls, Meng Fan had branded them with a spirit. The Spiritual Imprint only had 1% of Meng Fan's current pain, but it still left these arhats with a shadow that they would never be able to erase in their entire lives. Their Buddhist hearts became bumpy and it was difficult for them to improve.

The Pillar of Martial Arts spun a little once again.

Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts's eyelids twitched, and a line of blood appeared on his cheek. Within the blood wound, True Meaning of the Great Tao were rotating, and they slowly caved in, but this still didn't make Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts stop.

Cracks appeared on Akdor's armor.

The arm of one of the Five Tribulations Arcana Kings exploded into a mist of blood.

The Celestial King was constantly injured.

The Godking continued to fall.

But he was still unable to stop the Heavenly Dao Alliance's suppression of Meng Fan.

Meng Fan's body had been completely buried by the Karma Chains and the mountains.

Only a faintly discernible figure was left behind.

"Meng Fan, you are a peerless genius." Xumi Buddha didn't wipe away the blood on his body and just put his palms together calmly. "Regardless of whether it is in the past, present or the future, I am afraid that a person like you will no longer appear. You are the real Heaven's Pride."

"Heaven's Pride."

On Mount Xumi, many buddhist disciples repeated these two words.

The voice was loud and clear, reaching far, far away.

"It's just that, in this new era, Heavenly Dao are no longer required. Heavenly Dao will become a thing of the past, and the new Great Way of the Buddha will rise up high. Your karma has shaped Heavenly Dao Meng Fan, and it has also destroyed yourself.

Even to the point of becoming enemies with yourself.

In your entire life, you were unconvinced with the power of destiny, and you angrily cursed the heavens at the Dhyana Dynasty, wanting to destroy the Heavenly Dao. In the end, however, you yourself became a Heavenly Dao.

You hold the right hand of the Heavenly Dao, but you actually do not know what to do.

I won't kill you.

I am free of you.

Forever. "

Xumi Buddha 's voice turned into words, imprinting itself on the mountains.

He lowered his head, and started chanting quietly, merging with the sounds of the Mount Xumi.

"Forever free …"

"Is that so, is that so …" Meng Fan's body was shaking violently, and his voice was also shaking.

His entire body had sunk deep into the ground. There were already countless array formations laid there, waiting for him.

Under the heavy pressure, Meng Fan raised his head with all his might and looked at the center of the dimension.

There.

The WuTown youth hugged his legs and looked at Meng Fan in fear.

The youth was sobbing.

It was filled with helplessness and confusion.

He flinched.

Poor thing.

Meng Fan looked at the young man.

The young man also looked at Meng Fan.

Meng Fan's perfectly hard flesh began to crack.

He trembled violently, and the corners of his mouth curled up with difficulty.

A smile that should not have appeared at this moment.

Meng Fan said to the youth.

"Yes, the road you're going to take is bumpy.

It was a separation filled with death.

Joy and sorrow.

You will have many friends and enemies.1

You will watch your enemies laugh, and you will watch your friends leave you.

You will suffer pain that none of us will be able to bear.

But he could also experience the joy that all living beings were unable to experience.

You will come.

Because I'm coming.

Remember, your surname is Meng, and your name is Fan.

What Heavenly Dao, what creator, it's just a title someone forced on you.

"Meng Fan, don't cry."

The mountains completely pressed down.

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