3980: C3980 Turbulent Flow

C3980 Turbulent Flow

If a sect didn't have a name, then it was called a sect.

This was because, in its own history, the first creature to step onto the path of martial dao had achieved the realm of a Divine King at a speed far faster than any other living being, becoming the overlord. That was when the civilization had yet to fully take shape.

The sect had a precise record of its history, dating back to roughly 300 million years ago.

The history of the legends could be traced back to 400 million years ago.

The outside world was just like that. They did not know that the people on this continent could reach the farthest distance, which was the sea in the west, the lake in the east, the city in the north, and the swamp in the south.

They did not know about the outside world, nor did they need to know.

Although this continent was cut off from the rest of the world, it was still quite large, with hundreds of thousands of small and large nations. Of course, most of the countries here could not be considered big countries, and at most, there were tens of millions of civilians; most of the countries only had a few hundred thousand people, and some small countries only had one city, which usually only had ten to twenty thousand people.

In the history of this continent, Celestial King of Seven Turbulences was the strongest existence.

From generation to generation, Sect Master had to reach the seventh level of tribulation before he could be promoted to the position of Sect Master.

Thus …

When the Celestial King of Nine Tribulations that called himself the World of Meaning Apostle stepped into this sect, the entire sect had been massacred.

Why?

Meng Fan couldn't help but ask.

At this moment, Meng Fan was in a world that looked like an abyss. He could see that the barrier of this world was pure white, and he wanted to escape, but he couldn't. This world was made entirely by the spirit, and the rules here, everything here, was different from what Meng Fan knew.

Here, Meng Fan was weak.

He was as weak as a mortal.

He appeared in this world as a disciple of the sect and personally experienced Xue Muchun's birth, growth, travel, all the way until he finally left and then that apostle came to slaughter the sect.

Everything happened very suddenly.

The apostle came out from the main hall, holding the head of the newly appointed Sect Master and destroying one mountain after another. Many disciples and elders turned into dust and blood as they floated in the air.

Blood flowed like a river and converged in a low gorge within the sect, forming a lake.

It was a very large lake.

Meng Fan was like an outsider, walking in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"A fish that slipped through the net?"

A cold voice rang out.

Meng Fan turned around.

He saw the apostle that started his massacre.

At this moment, the apostle was standing on a mountain of corpses, holding a string of heads in his hand. There were more than a dozen heads, one of which Meng Fan recognized was the current Sect Master, and the other was Old Sect Master, as well as Old Wu's wife, the son and grandson of the current Sect Master.

Sect Master's entire family was exterminated.

He was like a spectator. He knew that his "own" talent was still acceptable, so he used about eight thousand years to become the God King, and also became a direct disciple of the sect, following a Grand Supreme Elder.

The apostle walked down the mountain of corpses step by step.

"Four creatures … "Hmph, I really didn't expect that in such a remote place, a world that most people didn't know about but few people cared about would give birth to such a monster."

The apostle arrived in front of Meng Fan.

"Why didn't you run? Scared? " The apostle sneered.

This apostle's temperament was completely different from Meng Fan's impression of the World of Meaning's apostle.

There was an extremely sinister and cold feeling coming from him.

Meng Fan was expressionless and blurted out, "Dogman?"

The apostle suddenly froze.

He stood on the spot.

Ye Zichen looked at Meng Fan in shock.

"What did you say?"

The apostle asked.

Meng Fan didn't say anything.

The dark apostle's face suddenly became ferocious. He stepped forward and reached for Meng Fan's head.

Meng Fan instinctively raised his hand to block it.

Bang!

Meng Fan turned into dust.

His soul slowly dissipated under the impact.

Before his soul completely dissipated.

He saw that the dark apostle was screaming and twisting his body on the ground.

At the same time, the dark apostle's face was full of fear.

He didn't understand.

Why, as his Celestial King of Nine Tribulations, when he killed a Celestial King of the Four Tribulations, would he receive such a strong backlash that it shattered his heart and lungs, and even shook his soul? It gave him the illusion that his soul had left his body!

Meng Fan had safely dissipated.

After an unknown period of time.

Meng Fan opened his eyes again.

He saw a small wooden house.

Then he heard someone shout, "It's born, it's born! It's a boy!"

Meng Fan was put into warm water and gently scrubbed.

He fell into a deep sleep.

Everything was very muddy.

He saw a woman who was clearly very young, but had white hair and looked very old.

He saw a man with a bronze complexion and a strong body. However, there were a lot of wrinkles on his forehead.

They all loved Meng Fan.

It felt good.

One day, Meng Fan began to walk and read and write.

Meng Fan soon learned everything. Men and women are very happy and laugh every day.

He lives in a big family.

This clan had many Celestial Kings.

However, his "parents" were just servants within the clan.

Meng Fan gradually grew up. Because he was smart, quiet and obedient, and loved by a certain young master in the family, he accompanied this young master day and night.

He followed his Young Master and indulged himself in drinking every day. He would often ride in the streets of a huge city, entering and exiting various brothels and restaurants.

The young master was always in trouble, and Meng Fan was always able to take care of all sorts of things for the young master.

One day, Meng Fan got married and was going back home. The young master gave Meng Fan a large sum of silver to rest him for a few more days.

After returning home, Meng Fan married a very smart and sensible girl in his hometown. In his hometown, Meng Fan was the best sociable one. Even the mayor came to celebrate and wanted to snare the young master through Meng Fan.

A few days later.

The young master suddenly sent a letter, telling him to go back quickly.

It turned out that the young master was already used to Meng Fan waiting on the side. Recently, the young master got into trouble again and beat up someone he shouldn't have.

Meng Fan went back.

In the end, he saw a burning house.

It was the young master's house.

And the whole city, burning.

Amidst the raging flames.

Meng Fan saw a figure.

He remembered the man.

It was Xue Muchun.

Xue Muchun was covered in blood, but not a single drop was hers.

She stood in the midst of the flames with her eyes closed, as if she was feeling the heat of the flames.

After a long time, Xue Muchun turned around and saw Meng Fan.

Meng Fan subconsciously said, "Third Miss."

Xue Muchun narrowed her eyes.

Meng Fan continued, "Your sect has been massacred."0

Xue Muchun nodded. "I know. That was many years ago. What's your name?"

"Li Yi."

"Why did you call me Third Miss?"

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