Legend of the End of the World

Chapter 7: Avenue and Heaven

Qian'er was unconscious, and the surrounding situation was strange. Meng Fan's body seemed to be nailed to the ground and could not move, and he couldn't help but be anxious.

What happened?

Obviously, the current situation is related to this bamboo board thrown in **, but why did Qianer fall into a coma for no reason? Why can't you move? What will happen next? Meng Fan didn't know at all.

Just as Meng Fan was confused and guessing, the bamboo board with blurred white light suddenly slowly floated up, and the light was a little more bright.

Meng Fan stared at the bamboo board suspended in front of him, and his heart was full of vigilance, but he did not dare to easily sacrifice the long sword obtained from the undersea mausoleum, and could only watch it change.

Suddenly, a strange character floated from the inside of the bamboo board, quickly skipped by Meng Fan's side, and gradually disappeared into the surrounding darkness.

At the same time, Meng Fan's words suddenly sounded in his heart: "The aura of heaven and earth is the origin of the world. Using the aura of heaven and earth to enhance their own strength is to practice!"

The man's voice is elegant and calm, and he can't hear any emotional colors. One thing is certain, but this is not what Li Shanhe said in the undersea mausoleum. Compared with Li Shanhe, this voice is lighter and lighter, as if he is talking about something that has nothing to do with him.

"Who is it?"

Meng Fan tried to look around for a week in an attempt to find the source of the sound.

However, it was surrounded by darkness, which seemed to rise from hell, driving away the bright light of the day and wrapping Meng Fan tightly.

"Everything in heaven and earth has aura, a plant and a tree, all are life, the world is unified, and everything is one, only in the word Reiki. If you lead the aura of heaven and earth into your body, you can enhance your own strength, inherit the luck of heaven and earth, and be above the supremacy of all things!"

Just as Meng Fan was puzzled, the man's voice sounded again. This time, Meng Fan finally understood that the voice did not come from elsewhere, but directly resounded in his mind and melted into his consciousness.

Meng Fan was shocked and could directly transmit consciousness to his brain. How powerful does it take?

At this time, the character that had just been released had completely dissipated in the dark, but the bamboo board released another completely different character, which also lightly swept Meng Fan's body and slowly faded away in the dark.

"Experience nature, integrate into nature, and absorb the aura of nature. This is the road. Master the order of the universe, supremacy of all things, and ascend to the divine world. This is the way of heaven. We hide in the mountains, willing to be lonely, and are the way of heaven.

The sound sounded again until the second character dispersed and the sound stopped.

Meng Fan saw a little doorway. The sound of this sound was absolutely related to the appearance of characters, and the bamboo board floating quietly in front of him and emitting a fascinating white light seemed to be a phonophono. With the release of the characters, he faithfully restored what the man had originally said.

As for this, the surroundings have been quiet for a long time, but the bamboo board is still emitting a faint light, and Meng Fan still can't move at all.

After a few minutes, hundreds of light cyan characters suddenly floated out at the same time, and a magnificent scenery suddenly appeared in front of Meng Fan.

In front of you is a knife-shaped mountain peak, surrounded by steep cliffs, a huge fire phoenix standing on the top of the mountain, with a proud bird's eye view of the endless green forest under your feet.

Compared with the fire phoenix in the day of the undersea mausoleum, this fire phoenix is obviously larger, surrounded by flames, with its body as the center. Within a kilometer, there is no grass, and everything is burning.

Suddenly, a slightly thin figure bounced high from the foot of the mountain, like a meteor, quickly skimming across the top of the mountain, holding a silver and white axe in his hand and falling straight to the head of the phoenix.

This axe, the stone is shocking, the sound is terrible, the surrounding space is turbulent, and the light is seriously distorted when it shines.

The fire phoenix raised its head, grew a huge beak, and a thick black fireball shot out, and hit it fiercely with the falling huge axe.

'bang-'

The fireball suddenly cracked, and Mars was like a firestorm falling into the forest at the foot of the mountain, burning out several kilometers of grass in an instant, and even the boulder melted in such a high temperature.

The high-jumping figure has disappeared, and the silver-white axe, which melted to nothing, fell weakly in the air. The fire phoenix lowered her head to sort out the bright red feathers as if nothing had happened. As if none of this has happened...

Shock!

At this time, Meng Fan's only feeling is - shock!

This image effect is comparable to the best-made 3D movie. Meng Fan seems to be in it, and even echoes the last cry of the figure with a giant axe and jumping high.

After a while, the picture suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings returned to tranquility. Only the quietly suspended bamboo board still emitted a confused white light.

Meng Fan tried, but still couldn't move.

Why is it like this? What does this magical bamboo board want to tell itself?

After a while, a strange character finally rose from the surface of the bamboo board, and the man's words echoed in Meng Fan's mind again: "For tens of millions of years, in order to explore the ultimate of power, the surrogate practitioners have begun to seek all kinds of challenges, such as the green dragon, white tiger, rosefinch and Xuanwu, the four mythical beasts that dominate the human world. Race has gradually become the object of challenge for practitioners. In this process, countless so-called geniuses fell, accompanied by various battles and deaths, and the method of cultivation gradually formed, which is the natural road passed on by future generations.

Meng Fan understood that this man seemed to be telling himself the history of the world of cultivation, and the figure in the picture, as he said, was one of the losers who challenged the divine bird rosefinch.

Time seemed to be elongated and extended indefinitely, and one character rose and dissipated. The man's words were always very indifferent, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him. From his words, Meng Fan gradually understood the hardships of the practitioner.

The foundation of cultivation is to absorb the aura of nature, use the power of nature to control nature, and exert their own strength to the extreme. Not only that, their practice is against the sky. In order to be often devoured by natural forces, they need to be vigilant at all times. If they don't pay attention, the light will lose part of their body and become useless people, and the heavy people will lose their souls and completely disappear from the world.

This is a very difficult road. In order to pursue the ultimate power, thousands of practitioners died, and only one or two people finally reached the top.

Meng Fan was stunned.

It turns out that the so-called world of cultivation is just a world that respects power and pursues personal ultimate power. Perhaps it is because of this that it touches the bottom line of the divine law and is finally destroyed by the divine king.

After the man finished talking about the history of the true world, he was silent for a long time. For a while, the bamboo board was slightly dim, but Meng Fan still couldn't move.

The light of the bamboo board became more and more restrained, and Meng Fan couldn't even see Qian'er's face close at hand.

Finally, the last light of the bamboo board also disappeared, and Meng Fan fell into endless darkness. What's worse, Meng Fan still lost his ability to move, his body was stiff, and only his head could rotate slightly.

Am I going to die?

Meng Fan felt that his body gradually lost consciousness and could not even feel the existence of organs everywhere. What's more strange is that he did not feel any worry at all. On the contrary, he had a feeling of relaxation and pleasure.

Suddenly, in the darkness, an elegant man in white stepped into the air, shook the paper fan in his hand, looked at Meng Fan with a gentle face and a smile.

"Who are you?" Meng Fan asked.

"From today on, you are the third generation disciple of the Overlord Sect!" The man in white looked indifferent and did not answer Meng Fan's question, but gave Meng Fan an extremely intimate feeling.

"Overlord Sect, what is Overlord Sect?" Meng Fan asked again.

The man in white did not answer, but countless cyan characters emerged around his body. The faint blue light echoed the white light around the man in white, illuminating a small area.

"What are you going to do?" Meng Fan was a little strange why he didn't feel any vigilance or anxiety, but his heart was very calm.

'sou——'

Suddenly, a character drew a blue light and disappeared directly in Meng Fan's chest.

"Uh..." Meng Fan was about to look down at his chest, and more characters came in the air without waiting for Meng Fan to make any reaction, all of which were integrated into Meng Fan's body.

In just a few seconds, all the characters were fused, and there was no more character on the side of the man in white.

"Remember my overlord sect. My Qingming is dead, and the overlord sect depends on you." As soon as the man in white finished speaking, his body suddenly disappeared.

In an hour, the darkness around him swept away, showing the scenery of the room. Meng Fan, who was shining brightly, couldn't open his eyes.