3008: C3008 He Fought with His Life on the Line

C3008 He Fought with His Life on the Line

Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts, the legend of ancient times, the new era's top tycoon, had fallen.

The wounds on Meng Fan's body also gradually recovered.

The god race had experienced tens of billions of years of pain, and at the moment of their imminent rise, when they could possibly once again become the universe's supreme primordial era, they were branded with the mark of failure. What was even more terrifying was that this brand was not tragic, it was even a little tasteless.

Rising and falling, success and failure, in an instant.

In such a vast God Realm, there was no one who could stop Meng Fan even half a step.

Along with Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts, not only did the god race's faith decline, but also the fate of the entire god race, as well as the many array diagrams and dragon veins in the God Realm, began to melt.

Meng Fan stood at the spot where Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts had disappeared, and under the gazes of the numerous God Tribe leaders, he went silent. He was mourning in his heart for this legendary expert who had lived from the Old Age until now.

And at the same time, around him, within the many God Tribes, a sorrowful feeling permeated and brewed.

This kind of mood changed as it was brewed.

Gu Xin'ao, Xie Jingyi, and Princess Yaoyue narrowed their eyes at the same time, looking in all directions at the many god race warriors.

Because his emotions were accumulating, brewing, and about to explode!

That was the feeling of having a tragic victory.

It was the power of grief.

Numerous god race members' eyes were all focused on Meng Fan. With those leaders as the core, waves of power were rising and spiraling. The laws of the world also formed a storm.

"As expected."

At this time, Gu Xin'ao said in a low voice that could only be heard by Princess Yaoyue and Xie Jingyi who were beside him.

"It won't be that easy to destroy the conviction of a powerful race that has experienced ten billion years of lament. What I'm most worried about is that the God race might erupt from such grief. After enduring this baptism, they might not decline, but they will instead walk on another path, and rise up quickly. Along the way, who knows how many ups and downs they have fallen, but they have become whetstones that can make us tenacious and sharp."

Princess Yaoyue said, "This emotion is too intense. Desolation, abandonment of distracting thoughts, and only the feeling of resistance. Meng Fan's power actually gave birth to a never before seen sorrowful god race, making them wish even more for a change in fate."

"In that case." Xie Jingyi clenched his fists and said, "I have to completely suppress this kind of situation."

Gu Xin'ao waved his hand and wrapped the robe tightly around his body.

Princess Yaoyue sneered, "Macro Old Man is mine."

Princess Yaoyue's voice hadn't ended yet.

A few god-race leaders had already jumped up!

They gathered all their power, even burning Longevity, and attacked Meng Fan at the cost of their lives!

Without any hesitation, Xie Jingyi and Gu Xin'ao stood up immediately.

Xie Jingyi released his power, his laws, and his Power of Will. His entire body turned into a long river of martial arts, surging within the river. All of his martial arts energy condensed into large fish that rolled in the river, swallowing the few God Tribe leaders.

Gu Xin'ao's gray robe swept through the world as his Path of Destruction was revealed. He was "lifeless", suppressing vitality, and also suppressing the spirit. He had locked onto the most powerful leader among these leaders!

Collisions, battles, they all erupted in an instant!

Macro Old Man was the only one who was as strong as them in the God Realm, since they were two powerful Celestial King of the Six Tribulations, which was the peak strength of their Heavenly Court of the Future.

In Heavenly Court of the Future, there are too many powerful Divine Kings, and there are even more Celestial King of the Five Tribulations s. Even if there is no Meng Fan, the Heavenly Court of the Future s are all tenaciously surviving under the assault of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, they are only weak, and have not declined. From this, one can see how powerful the Heavenly Court of the Future is.

Therefore, when Gu Xin'ao and Xie Jingyi, the two God Kings, made their moves, a few of the warlords found it difficult to resist them!

But, at this moment, the God race, in the combination of Beifeng and Beifeng, also burst forth with astonishing power.

Hundreds of god race members jumped up one after another and rushed towards Gu Xin'ao and Xie Jingyi!

Perhaps these god race were all very weak.

In fact, there was even a Godking.

However, at this moment, they did not retreat!

A fierce wind raged, a great battle between the God Realms!

Macro Old Man stood on the spot. He was different from all the other god race members. Although his expression was grave, it was only grave.

Too many hardships, too many ups and downs, turning him into a god-race diamond king with thousands of hammers and hundreds of thousands of hammers.

His spirit was extremely powerful.

Even after Meng Fan recovered, he personally experienced Meng Fan's power, but he still said the same unyielding words to Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts. At that time, Macro Old Man didn't have confidence in defeating Meng Fan, but he knew that if the god race's faith crumbled and gave up, they would completely perish.

He was always calm and composed.

At this moment, he understood as well.

The god race still had a chance.

This was the most ancient race in the history of the universe, the creator of later generations. The true 'god' would not die so easily.

And at this moment, this kind of grief and indignation, was the god race's last chance!

Under these emotions, baptism, transformation, growth, and rise!

Completing the god race, the final glory.

Macro Old Man flipped his palm.

In the palm of his hand was a small, unremarkable crystal.

Only a few leaders knew of this crystal.

This was the array pillar of the entire God Realm, the core Array Eye.

The core of all the formations in the God Realm was Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts. Only Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts was able to completely activate all the formations in the God Realm.

Therefore, when Meng Fan arrived, Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts actually had two choices. The first one was to bear the heavenly tribulation immediately and become Celestial King of Eight Tribulations, while the second one was to pour all of his power into the Great Formation of the God Realm and use the power of the entire God Realm to attack Meng Fan.

However, if Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts were to make a second choice, his Longevity would be greatly reduced and his cultivation would also be greatly reduced. For now, not to mention that it would take time for the enormous God Realm's array formation to be completely activated, Meng Fan could not give Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts the time to slowly activate it. Therefore, Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts could only activate it aggressively, and the God Realm was unable to withstand such an instantaneous burst of power.

Therefore, Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts didn't make his second choice.

And after the fall of Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts, only Macro Old Man, who was holding an array pillar, could still activate the array formation of the entire God Realm.

Although he could only use seventy to eighty percent of his strength.

It would also have a devastating impact on the entire God Realm.

But Macro Old Man thought that it was worth it.

Under the activation of the numerous god race Power of Gods and their tragic emotions, they killed Meng Fan at the cost of the destruction of the entire God Realm!0

The destruction of the God Realm did not concern him at all.

As long as many god race members were still alive, and their faith was still there, especially after Meng Fan's death, then the god race would still be the strongest race in the world, and they could still quickly rise!

Macro Old Man raised his head and looked towards the middle of the ruins. He was still silently paying his respects to Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts.

He ignored Xie Jingyi, who had turned into a long river of martial arts in the sky, and Gu Xin'ao, who was still using his long robe of destruction to cover everything.

Holding the formation pillar, he took a step forward!

The instant he stepped out.

Princess Yaoyue was like a silent arrow that came at him in an instant. From a tricky angle, her fingers were like hooks as she grabbed at Macro Old Man's throat, forcing him to take a few steps back but didn't rush at Meng Fan immediately.

"There's a saying, call the dead 'big'." After forcing Macro Old Man back, Princess Yaoyue sneered and said, "Meng Fan is mourning Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts. Don't you know how to respect the dead?"

"Killing Meng Fan, is the best sacrifice for Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts!"

Macro Old Man's voice was loud and firm. He took another step forward and punched Princess Yaoyue.

The punch paused in the air for a moment before Princess Yaoyue's expression changed slightly. Her body flew backward like a fallen leaf.

Although they were both at the same level of Celestial King of the Six Tribulations, there was still a huge gap between the strength of the two. Princess Yaoyue had just reached the level of Celestial King of the Six Tribulations not too long ago, so her foundation was not as stable.

After repelling Princess Yaoyue, Macro Old Man coughed lightly as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. Holding onto the Formation Pestle, he rushed towards Meng Fan once again.

"Are you going to kill me at the price of your own life?"

Meng Fan did not look at Macro Old Man. He was still looking at the empty space where Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts had disappeared as he spoke indifferently.

The instant he finished speaking.

Macro Old Man had already arrived behind Meng Fan!

"Yes!"

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