2991: C2991 The Fear of God

C2991 The Fear of God

"Suppress Meng Fan!"

A stern shout resounded around the Inverted Sky.

Six months ago, the Heavenly Dao Alliance suppressed Meng Fan.

They thought they could do it again.

In these six months, the god race quickly rose.

Because of the decline of the Heavenly Dao, the god race could walk between heaven and earth like other living beings.

Because of the decline of the Heavenly Dao, the chances of the infants of the god race surviving became higher and higher.

At the same time, in the past six months, the the Newborn God Race s created jointly by the King of Light Brain and the Temple of Science were being born everyday. As of now, there were already thousands of them, and these newly born god race not only escaped the heavenly calamity, their martial arts and divine souls were also extremely perfect.

In six months, the God Realm surpassed the Mortal World and became the most powerful World of the Great Tao in the history of the universe. The Heavenly Dao Alliance, which was formed with the God Realm as the axis, was also the most powerful force today.

Right now, there were three definite crises in the face of a plethora of World of the Great Tao: Black Death Tribulation, Returner Civilization, and the revival of the Celestial Emperor.

These three crises were very imminent. With this, a conference was held in the God Realm. Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts, the leader of this conference, was just like the leader of the heaven and earth alliance.

All of these things caused the god race's confidence to skyrocket within six months.

Amidst the loud cheers that blotted out the sky and covered the earth, the skies above the Inverted Sky were churning.

"All living beings live in this world. Even if it's just an ant, being tenacious in living is worthy of respect." Meng Fan stood on top of the Inverted Sky, and said indifferently: "The god race is after all the descendants of the sages of the the Hung Meng Era, your history, is a sad song, the origin of all things. What you have carried on your shoulders, is a sorrow that spans millions of years.

Meng Fan stretched out his hand.

"It's a pity that it's an enemy."

Then, he waved his arm.

Macro Old Man, who was in the middle of the air, was staring closely at Meng Fan. He did not dare to relax even a little bit. He was not even in the mood to watch the enemy Gu Xin'ao who was within reach.

However, Meng Fan merely waved his arm.

It was that simple.

From Macro Old Man's point of view, Meng Fan did not release any power. Even the Pillar of Martial Arts did not seem to have rotated at all.

He just waved his hand.

Just when Macro Old Man was surprised.

The moment that thousands of God Tribes charged towards Meng Fan near Inverted Sky.

This world's laws, slightly trembled a little.

These tremors were too slight, so much so that no Celestial King could understand them. No one could clearly see what they meant.

Until thunder rumbled in the sea of clouds.

Macro Old Man suddenly lowered his head!

This was not his own actions, but an intense pressure that fell on his body. It was too sudden, causing his head to droop, causing his bones to creak and his spine to bend!

Macro Old Man felt a huge force swirling around him. This force distorted all the surrounding laws. Macro Old Man could not see clearly and his ears could not hear clearly.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Heaven's wrath... "Heaven's wrath!"

More than half of them were the Divine Kings of the God Realm, and another thirty percent were the Divine Kings of the Arcane Empire. The remaining ones were the supervisors and Goldstone Puppet s sent by the Infinite Domain.

The moment Macro Old Man said the word "Sky Scourge".

More than half of the four thousand Celestial Kings fell to their knees!

Some had their bodies crushed under the pressure and their flesh and blood splattered everywhere!

This half, was the god race!

Macro Old Man had to use all of his strength to turn his head. When he looked at Meng Fan on the Inverted Sky, his eyes were filled with fear, disbelief, and even a hint of despair.

The Heavenly Emperor was sealed, Meng Fan was suppressed, and the Heavenly Dao was ownerless. As a result, the Heavenly Dao fell, and the god race rose in power.

That was natural.

The relationship between Heavenly Dao, god race, Meng Fan and Returner Civilization was quite interesting.

It could be said that in a dynasty, Heavenly Dao s, and god race, they were all princes of the dynasty. They came together to fight for the highest authority, and the highest authority they had was the throne.

The Heavenly Dao had won, so the god race had to be suppressed everywhere.

This suppression was divine retribution.

The newborn gods had to withstand a powerful heavenly tribulation, so in the tens of billions of years of history, the powerful gods only multiplied by a few tens of thousands.

Therefore, in the past, the god race could only live in the God Kingdom. That was a shelter that they built for themselves, using the divine way law to establish it, and not be suppressed by the Heavenly Dao s.

Later on, the seal on the Heavenly Dao could be understood to mean that the emperor was gravely ill.

As a result, the heavenly punishments and oppression of the god race became weak. The god race was able to breathe and quickly develop themselves.

However, the god race was not the first in line to succeed the throne.

The first successor was Meng Fan.

Meng Fan represented the imperial power as the crown prince.

The god race suppressed Meng Fan.

Then, the God race would naturally rise in power. There would be no more heavenly calamities or suppression, and the most powerful race in the history of the universe would begin to flourish, and no one would be able to stop them.

Now, Meng Fan was out of the suppression, and the God race was about to be affected by the divine punishment.

However, Macro Old Man would never have thought of that.

Meng Fan did not use any means, and any means directly caused an endless amount of heavenly retribution and curses to appear in this world. The heavenly retribution that the god race here endured was many times stronger than any moment before!

Macro Old Man could vaguely guess what Meng Fan had done.

He did not use his willpower.

He just had a thought.

The will of the Heavenly Dao!

This was the source of Macro Old Man's fear and despair!

In the past, Meng Fan was just a 'crown prince', acting as an emperor. Even though the longer the emperor was ill, the 'crown prince' could further consolidate his position and power, and train his subordinates. However, he was still a crown prince.

As long as the emperor was still alive, even if he was unconscious, he would always be the crown prince.

At this moment, he only had one thought, and that was to use his will to change this world, create a strong heavenly punishment, suppress all the God Tribes, and even some of the lower realm God Tribes had already attracted the rolling thunder and violent wind and torrential rain, tearing them into pieces, and even their divine souls were instantly killed!

This was not something that the "Crown Prince" could do!

This was something that only the 'emperor' could do!

If a True Dragon was angered, it didn't even need to control its own body to subdue a million corpses!

Even if it was Macro Old Man, the mighty Celestial King of the Six Tribulations, the hegemon of heaven and earth, he still felt that it was difficult to activate the Pillar of Martial Arts at this moment. He even had a premonition that if he dared to activate the Pillar of Martial Arts, it would immediately attract the attacks from all sorts of Heavenly Dao laws!

The gentle Meng Fan stepped forward.

With this step, he came between Macro Old Man and Gu Xin'ao. He was only a few steps away from Macro Old Man.

All of a sudden, Macro Old Man's blood was boiling and his mind was in a mess. He could not stay calm, and he was like a lamb seeing a fierce tiger. He instinctively felt fear and cowardice.

The fear of encountering an absolute natural enemy!

"I pity all living things."

Meng Fan started to speak, his tone no longer had the overbearing and fierce tone as when he had just become a Heavenly Dao, nor did it look like he was watching Tian Zhimei's body die and fall into despair. It was as if he was an old man who had seen through everything and was welcoming everything with a smile.

Another realm.

It was a realm that was hard for Macro Old Man to understand.

One... A realm of extreme confidence.

"The me of the past, may be as heartless as the Heavenly Dao, but the me of today, will even pity an ant. "I shouldn't be the one singing the God race's dirge. In front of me, the God race will always be weak — I hope I can trouble you to send a message to Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts."

Macro Old Man raised his head with all his might. His eyes were already covered in blood and every inch of his face was trembling.

Meng Fan replied calmly: "Tell Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts that the god race must give up their Heavenly Dao power and forever give up. As long as he agrees, they will no longer be enemies with Heavenly Court of the Future, and there will always be a place for the god race in the future. This is my promise."

After all, Macro Old Man was a god-race King Kong that went through countless life and death situations, and he still had a huge pride in his heart. Even under this kind of situation, when more than 2000 god-race members were instantly suppressed by Meng Fan and had no way to fight back, Macro Old Man's heart was already filled with intense fear and despair, but he still clenched his teeth.

"What makes you say that?"

"Because the order of the future world will be decided by the Heavenly Court of the Future." Meng Fan said indifferently.

"What big words... What if you don't agree? "

"The god race will be exterminated." Meng Fan said sincerely, "However, I will leave behind some of the God race's species, the oldest race, and they can't disappear from this world like this. I can't bear it, Qing Yao is also a God race, I will take good care of her."

Speak.

Meng Fan flicked his finger.

"Go on, tell Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts."

Meng Fan said, "Go."

Macro Old Man's eyes were wide open. His body was pushed back uncontrollably as he fell into a distorted space. He was moving through the universe in a way that he could not understand.

Gu Xin'ao came to Meng Fan's side.

"You have the cause and effect." Gu Xin'ao asked.1

Meng Fan nodded.

"I can feel that the Heavenly Dao is already in your hands."

"Not yet. I'm still missing the most important step." Meng Fan turned around and looked at his old friend who had been with him for so long. " The Celestial Emperor is still alive. "

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