3303: C3303 Combat

C3303 Combat

At the border of the sea, a few Elven Warriors in thin golden armor saw Meng Fan approaching step by step and immediately became solemn. They raised the pikes in their hands and shouted, "Stop!"

Meng Fan walked out from the sandstorm, his face gradually becoming clearer. He looked at the few Elven Warriors indifferently and couldn't help but say, "It's actually all Half-step Celestial King."

Several warriors frowned. "Not the elves? And not a villain of the Frontier Tribe? "Who are you?"

"Let's capture him first!"

A soldier suddenly soared into the sky, disappeared into the sky, and then landed again. Like a meteor falling to the ground, the golden spear in his hand was pointed at Meng Fan's forehead.

"Interesting martial arts." Meng Fan was getting more and more curious.

The golden spear shattered.

His armor shattered.

The Elf Warrior flew backward and embedded itself into the wall. His spirit was scattered and a few thoughts flew into Meng Fan's head in a single breath.

The few Elven Warriors could not react in time.

Meng Fan's eyes flashed as his soul quickly rotated.

"At the edge of the desert, in the green lands, there are nine great elven empires that serve the civilization of poets. They have served the civilization of poets for billions of years already, and their civilizations, cultures, and knowledge were all learned from the civilization of poets.

The poets divided them into nine great empires, and every three years the nine empires would choose young men and women to send to the poets' civilization. On one hand, they would study the poets' culture, and on the other hand, they would serve the poets' living conditions. When they became adults, some of the elves would remain in the poets' civilization, while some would return to their own empires and bring back their knowledge.

Several Elven Warriors had already sounded the alarm.

Meng Fan waved his hand.

The whole border of the warriors was crushed into fine powder without a sound. Their souls were devoured by Meng Fan, chewing and digesting in large mouthfuls. All kinds of knowledge about the poet's civilization was absorbed by Meng Fan.

A moment later, Meng Fan exhaled and spat out his thoughts. They then condensed into a soul, and those shattered bodies also returned to their original state in the blink of an eye. These souls then returned to the body.

The thousands of elven warriors in the middle of the crowd had their memories of the poet's civilization copied, but their lives, Meng Fan left them behind and did not start a massacre. These elven warriors, after experiencing life and death, were all in a half-asleep state.

Meng Fan looked up.

A moment later, the dust fell to the ground, and the pillar of light dissipated. A man wearing a white robe stood in front of Meng Fan with a peaceful expression, he turned around to look at Bian Zai, then looked at Meng Fan and cupped his hands in salute, "Your Majesty the Celestial King has already stepped into the stage of omnipotence. Life and death, flesh and bones, just one thought."

"If my soul is not destroyed, it will be easy for me to rebirth. Even without my broken body, I can transform this border and use the soil to reconstruct their bodies." Meng Fan said indifferently, he just did a small thing.

The white robed man said, "He is a poet next week. Your Majesty the Celestial King is looking for the entrance to the poet civilization, to fill the last void of the universe, and to acquire all the history, knowledge, philosophy. Seems like Wang Yin has failed. Those ancient hegemons that he reconstructed with his memories were not able to hide from the Heavenly King's eyes. "

Meng Fan said expressionlessly, "Do you want me to explore all nine elven empires or just tell me the entrance to the poet's civilization?"

"Of course I won't tell Your Majesty the Celestial King. This isn't what the Dao Lord meant. Your Majesty the Celestial King also didn't follow his plan. We can't just accept our mistake."

"So you came to stop me."

"This one isn't that stupid. I am only using my Celestial King of the Six Tribulations, I have no way to stop Your Majesty the Celestial King."

Zhou Yi waved his hand.

Such a huge blockage was lifted into the air and moved away immediately.

The sea of clouds slowly dispersed, revealing many gaps. Sunlight penetrated the sea of clouds, reflecting many shadows.

Meng Fan scanned the sea of clouds.

He saw thousands upon thousands of figures.

"Eight thousand seven hundred and twenty poets of the Poet Civilization's Long Speech class, welcome to the lord."

Zhou Yi once again cupped his hands and bowed deeply, his head almost reaching his knees.

And then …

8700 poets, twenty of them, descended from the sky!

Meng Fan looked at the falling shadows one by one. A soul-stirring long chant resounded in his ears. He gently shrugged his shoulders and his body suddenly expanded hundreds of times, turning into a snow-white giant dragon. It spun in the air and faced the poets.

Between the sea of clouds, there was a flash of light.

The poem was recited.

The dragon's cry was like a song.

One after another, the poets of Celestial King Stage fell like comets, landing in the desert, smashing out clouds of dust that rolled in the air and resonated with the sea of clouds in the sky.

In front of Meng Fan who turned into a giant dragon, the poets that filled the sky were as weak as mosquitoes.

When Meng Fan rushed to the top of the sea of clouds, there were already more than a thousand poets lying unconscious in the desert.

Poems, dragon cries, still reverberating.

The mottled sunlight shone down on the sea of sand, making it seem like a dream or illusion.

It was a beautiful epic.

Meng Fan, who had rushed through the sea of clouds, did not stop.

He continued to circle upwards.

Gradually, he neared the sun of the Ninth Empire.

Zhou Yi, who was still standing on the ground, raised his head and looked at Meng Fan who had turned into a giant willow in the sun's halo. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Meng Fan turned from a giant dragon to a human figure, with the sun as the background, turning around to face the earth, facing thousands of poets.

Flipping his palm.

A bright light gushed out.

He threw himself into the sun.

The entire continent and world turned pale white in an instant.

A pained groan rose from the sea of clouds.

After a few moments, the blinding light faded away, and the entire land mass turned into a sea of flames. The sun, which was thousands of times brighter than before, burned the entire world.

All the creatures, including the poets and kings, covered their faces as they lost their sight.

The poets then released their souls to sense everything.

Meng Fan stretched out his hand and called out to the sun in the sky.

The sun disappeared.

It appeared in his palm.0

Meng Fan threw it into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

The entire continent once again sank into darkness.

On the land of the night, there was a burning flame.

Deep within the raging flames.

Wisps of black smoke began to form.

This smoke and dust became thicker and thicker as they gathered together, forming a surging torrent. It then soared into the sky, twisting into a huge black dragon, and charged towards the Poet God King who was in the middle of the sea of clouds.

It was a giant dragon condensed from the darkness and Nether Meaning. Under the situation where there wasn't any light, these huge dragons thrived and grew, each of them doubling in size.

When the dragons charged into the sea of clouds.

The sea of clouds had already become a purgatory.

Meng Fan silently watched for a moment. His shoulders shook as two giant wings, one black and one white, grew out from his back. The Yin-Yang Wing vibrated like a giant bat in the dark night, charging towards his prey.

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