3009: C3009 Support for the Future

C3009 Support for the Future

"When the world is in a state of chaos, Yun Conglong is like a tiger who follows the wind. When saints witness everything, whether it be enemies or friends, heroes or elites, this is a good era!"

Facing Macro Old Man, who was holding an array pestle and wanted to mobilize the entire God Realm, or even his own life, Meng Fan's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but let out a long cry.

"God race, even if they are the enemies, Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts, Macro Old Man, many god race leaders, you are also participants in this era, you are all heroes that have fallen or survived, they are all legends. Meeting you is my fortune!"

Macro Old Man's life was on fire.

The entire God Realm began to slowly spin.

With the array pestle as the center, he began to rotate.

Each and every shrine was like a spring as Power of Gods erupted from them and gathered towards Macro Old Man, forming a monstrous momentum and a gigantic whirlpool.

One god avatar after another appeared on the horizon as they began to chant, singing the sad songs of the God race that were worth tens of billions of years!

Meng Fan turned around.

Facing Macro Old Man.

He tore apart his green robe and opened his arms, revealing a strong chest.

No resistance, no defense.

He calmly endured the attack of such a great God Realm!

This kind of stand-still attitude made Macro Old Man and the god race, who were fighting desperately, dumbstruck.

"Come on, all the tragedy that the god race has been brewing since the beginning of time, come on, I will endure it, if I can bear it, then I will be able to comprehend the sadness of the god race. Think about what you think, think about what you think, and if I can't accept it, then take my life.

Meng Fan laughed heartily!

It shook the hearts of all the gods!

Macro Old Man's eyes were filled with determination.

He viciously stabbed the array pestle into Meng Fan's defenseless chest.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The formation pierced into his flesh and bones.

The power of the entire God Realm, Power of Gods, vitality, rules, the God race's martial arts, as well as the God race's tragic emotions that permeated everywhere, all gushed into Meng Fan's body through the pestle of the array.

Under the impact of this kind of power, Meng Fan's flesh expanded rapidly.

From the seven foot mark, he was now three meters tall. Two meters. Thirty meters. Three hundred meters!

A giant that could support both heaven and earth!

The blue veins bulged, and the god race's power inside them was about to burst out at any time, bursting out of his body.

However, his body did not break from beginning to end.

However, his appearance constantly changed.

Occasionally, it would still be Meng Fan himself.

Sometimes, it looked like a god race.

Sometimes young, sometimes old.

The marks of time repeated themselves over and over on him.

Meng Fan's giant body trembled as he raised his head to look at the sky of the God Realm, where the sea of clouds was rolling around. He opened his mouth and opened his eyes.

That golden light pierced through the boundaries of the universe and reached somewhere far away.

Meng Fan saw a lot of things.

Scenes of scenes played out in his mind one after another.

the Hung Meng Era, the sages of all living beings, led all living beings in the unfathomable, ever-changing and disastrous primordial chaos of the universe.

Over the long years they have tried to find a way out for all living things.

They finally succeeded.

They made instruments to measure the operation of the laws of the world.

It became more and more powerful, finally stabilizing the chaotic laws of the world.

The sages were no longer respected leaders, but gradually became high gods.

All living beings could only be their servants.

They have fallen.

And it had transformed into a Heavenly Dao.

Heavenly Dao wanted to exterminate these Gods.

The old and decayed God had fallen, and the new God had risen. They were thinking about the road ahead, fighting against the Heavenly Dao, fighting with all they had.

They had failed.

Thus, he fell into a long slumber.

And left seeds for the future.

Time passed by quickly.

The god race had awoken.

The establishment of the Divine Kingdom.

They continued fighting the Heavenly Dao for ten billion years.

The light faded.

Meng Fan slowly returned to his original state.

The gods were at peace.

There didn't seem to be any change in the God Realm.

However, all of the power of the entire God Realm had been sucked out by this strike.

The foundation, dragon veins, array formations, origin energy, world energy, Laws, and other forces all disappeared as the array formation cudgel pierced through them.

The battle came to a halt.

In front of Meng Fan, Macro Old Man was kneeling on the ground. His appearance had aged a lot, as if he was on the verge of death and could disappear at any time. His right arm also disappeared along with the array pestle.

"We lost." The withered Macro Old Man laughed bitterly. "Meng Fan, you are already Master of the Heavenly Tao, your restraint towards the god race is an insurmountable chasm. We have lost …"

Meng Fan took a deep breath. The space expanded and contracted with his breathing. There was an aura on his body that had never been there before.

This was an aura that came from the vicissitudes of life.

No matter how strong Meng Fan was, in the end, he was still a young god king. Compared to all the Old Celestial King of the primordial universe, what he lacked the most was precipitation.

Even these leaders and kings of the younger generation were a lot older than Meng Fan.

He was too young.

But at this moment, the entire God Realm had poured their power into his body. The Power of Gods s, vitality, laws, and martial arts were all blocked by him, but many of the memories and history of the god race were all swallowed up by him.

This was the oldest history.

He could clearly feel the tragedy of the god race.

It could be said that he swallowed the god race's spirit.

"Everything that the god race has experienced is a lesson that all living beings have learned from the past." Facing the God Realm whose strength is almost vacuum and is slowly withering away, Meng Fan said softly, "The passage of time, the generation of heroes, the peaceful passing of time, the corruption and greed, these are all examples of the god race's past, the Heavenly Court of the Future must be taken for granted. Although today's Heavenly Court of the Future is rising day by day, with the formation of the mind, the time is the most terrifying form of energy, it will change everything, and I want to compile the history of the god race into a book, which will be passed down through the generations of Heavenly Court of the Future so that the future generations can see it.

I still have to choose some outstanding Divine Kings, make the power of time disappear from their bodies, or let them sleep for a long period of time, slumber for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, or even millions of years.

"To support the future."

Meng Fan said leisurely.

Then he looked at Macro Old Man.

A hero like you, has fallen. It's a pity, I can save you, take out your divine soul, repair your divine soul, and find a new body for you, so that you can be reborn in the future. Are you willing? "

"I don't want to." Macro Old Man laughed. To fall at the most tragic moment, along with the destiny of the entire god race, how wonderful that was. I have escaped the exclusion of the God Nation, escaped the curse of the Heavenly Dao, and escaped the fate of being a God Tribe. Today, I returned to my original spot and became a God Tribe.

"Alright."

Meng Fan nodded and narrowed his eyes, which were shining brightly.

"From now on, the god race will not have any retribution! Regardless of whether it is the ancient god race or the Newborn God Race, they will not possess it. This is my promise. "

Meng Fan waved his hand.

At the same time, the many silent god race members felt their bodies relax. The heavy pressure on top of their heads gradually disappeared.

"The current me can only restrain the power of the heavenly calamity. In the future, when I truly control the Heavenly Dao, I will completely eliminate the heavenly calamity, and the God Tribes will be free to fly freely in the primordial chaos of the universe."

Macro Old Man heard Meng Fan's words deeply in his heart.

He smiled.

"Meng Fan, you have already reached a realm that even the kings cannot comprehend. I'm afraid only Chaos Emperor is able to discuss the Dao with you and make you your enemy. It's also my honor …"

Macro Old Man turned into a ray of light and disappeared.

The God Realm began to collapse.

At this moment, all the god race members who were just excited by the power of grief and indignation all became silent.1

Kill Meng Fan with the power of the entire god race, but still didn't kill him.

The brand of failure was still deeply engraved in their hearts.

Gu Xin'ao, Xie Jingyi, and Princess Yaoyue all landed beside Meng Fan.

Gu Xin'ao quietly looked at the empty God Realm and said in a deep voice, "This is the god race's last dirge."

At this moment.

Ten rays of light suddenly shot out from the slowly collapsing God Realm.

Meng Fan's brows twitched as his gaze locked onto something.

Those ten lights were Meng Fan's ten copies!

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