Eight hundred and thirty-nine who has wine! (exploded
Ma Tianer and Suo Ming also entered into their own understanding. Space and time are processes that every monk cannot escape.
But depending on individual circumstances, what you can experience will be different.
Like Han Chuxue, her experience is probably richer than anyone else except Wang Meng.
The fate of the Nine Heavens.
You are destined to stand out from the crowd as soon as you are born. Your beautiful appearance and wisdom that penetrates the world guide everything. You think you have control over the future and are superior to others. But what is the reality?
All the holy bodies of the Nine Heavens are doomed to a tragic fate. They become cauldrons and are refined by stronger monks. They fail in reincarnation and are strangled by unknown people. All of this, you know what is going to happen, but you can only watch helplessly. Beautiful
Its name is, this is destiny.
Little did he know that Jiuchongtian was just a joke.
This is a factor for the birth of heaven, telling all monks that destiny cannot be violated.
Han Chuxue saw her destiny. Soon she would enter reincarnation. The road of destiny would turn again and she would enter her ultimate reincarnation.
Her fate was good. She was indeed reincarnated into the Great Thousand Realm. Unfortunately, what awaited her was no longer the great fortune of the Small Thousand Realm. She met Wang Meng in the Middle Thousand Realm when she was on the verge of danger. She awakened in advance and avoided a disaster.
But in the Great Thousand World, there is no Wang Meng, and what awaits her is darkness and blazing flames.
Someone wants to refine her god, the Holy Body of the Nine Heavens, which is undoubtedly the best choice for making alchemy or making a furnace. It's hard to say which one is more miserable than the other.
Gifted things are often too easy and easy to lose.
Han Chuxue's face is pale. Is this her destined outcome?
As a Jiuchongtian, you have to face your own destiny. Even if you know it is a tragedy, do you still have to bear it?
Arrogant, Qiankun Body in Wine, a very niche physique, cannot be said to be particularly strong. After all, compared to those tyrannical physiques that are close to order, what is this physique?
All kinds of desires, jealousies, and killings are coming one after another. Do you desire power, do you want to be famous in the world, do you want to be invincible?
When Meng Ningzi arrived here, she became the most ordinary kind of monk. The Eight Saints and so on were just a little floating cloud in the secular world. She disappeared from everyone here, with all kinds of ties, entangled in her own feelings, family, everything.
Flaw, this kind of cultivation, instantly drowned in confusion.
In the center of the Lost Sea, Wang Meng's consciousness spread throughout the space. He himself did not expect that his mind could expand to this extent.
When the seeds of rebellion sprout, it is really difficult to stop them, just like thousands of streams gathering into the sea. Only at that moment do you know how vast it is.
Wang Meng is surrounded by countless formations and spells in all directions, some are familiar, some are unprecedented, some Wang Meng understands, some do not understand, but these powers are all flowing in the new order constructed by Wang Meng.
Learn from what is already there and create your own, this is the way of Mr. Wang.
The golden dragon slowly rose behind Wang Meng. It was an arrogant force that dominated the world, followed by the red moon in the sky, and chaos appeared in the world.
The statue of Qiankun Dragon Yin Moon has finally reappeared.
But for Wang Meng, the Holy Statue of the Dragon Yin Moon is still the power of the original order, and what he wants now is to transcend.
Along with a series of roars, a small magic weapon flew out of Wang Meng's arms.
Its name is Sanctuary.
The Holy Temple in Wang Meng's heart came to this void and instantly became infinitely larger. The power flowing in the long river of time shuttled through the Holy Temple.
Giant dragons poured into the temple, the red moon was engraved on the top of the temple, and the power of chaos became the base of the temple.
Countless spells swarmed in, densely packed but arranged in a very orderly manner, constantly running under the pull of a core force.
There seems to be a scale rotating, this is the timeline.
Buzz~~~
Calmly, the temple slowly fell into Wang Meng's hands, and this was what he got.
Integrating the understanding of positive and negative destiny, this magic weapon represents not power, but the world created by Wang Meng himself, in which everything is in a new order.
This is another world that has already entered the realm of God - Sumeru.
This cannot be said to be a kind of power. It may be a kind of power, but it is not a traditional lethality.
This is an unprecedented high state.
Holding the Holy Temple in hand, Wang Meng's achievements do not come from strength, but from other things.
Countless thin lines travel through space, through time, across planes and spread across thousands of worlds.
The laws are roaring, the three realms are spinning, some people violate the order, but the order is helpless.
Small world.
Zhao Lingxuan is practicing a new weapon refining technique. As the leader of the Star Alliance, she has strict requirements on herself and must be omnipotent. The hard training can make her feel that she is very close to Wang Meng and very close to ascension.
It is the responsibility of the Star Master to open the way to ascension. Everyone is looking forward to her, the strongest person in the small world, but she is not doing it to ascend, just to meet that person.
Strong thoughts and strong prayers, can he hear them?
Suddenly, Zhao Lingxuan's body shook violently and her face changed drastically. This... is impossible!
Is it an illusion?
At the same time, An Dao, the patriarch, was also preaching to the new disciples, and suddenly his expression changed drastically.
How is this possible!!!
But this situation not only happened to An Dao, but also in thousands of small worlds, monk after monk heard the same response.
This is impossible and shouldn't be done, but I feel it.
Their prayers were answered, not specifically, but each of them felt it.
Countless monks flew to the church, something that has never happened in thousands of years since ancient times.
At this time, the disciples of the temple had gathered around Zhao Lingxuan, and they all felt it.
Zhang Liang looks a little old. His cultivation is indeed not good, but spiritually he is one of Wang Meng's most loyal followers. Even at the moment of death, Zhang Liang never regretted it. He lived a glorious life, but unfortunately, in terms of cultivation
Unable to deposit and follow.
But his prayers seemed to have been answered.
"I felt it. It was the boss's response. He..."
Andao is currently the second master in the temple after Zhao Lingxuan. He has the style of Mingren back then, but he does not have the evil nature of Mingren.
"Yes, the sect master, it's really the sect master!" Andao's eyes flashed with fierce light.
Zhao Lingxuan calmed down her excitement and said, "Send me the Star Lord's order. In ten days, the Star Alliance Conference will be held. All the sect leaders of the Small Thousand Realms must be present!"
"yes!"
The disciples of the temple promised that they knew one thing. After his ascension, Wang Meng had not forgotten them. Not only had he not forgotten them, he was also doing unprecedented things.
This God’s response is unique in history!
The strongest god!
The vast world.
The psychic mirror was radiant with light. Looking at the figure on the mirror, Yang Ying burst into tears and finally found it.
Even though it just flashes by, it is enough. Even if it takes a hundred or a thousand years, I will wait.
There is nothing in this world that can stop him, he will definitely come!
Hu Jing, who was in seclusion, opened her eyes, with a smile on her lips, calling across the plane, "Don't worry, everyone is here for you and waiting for you forever!"
In the wild, Zhang Xiaopang was running wildly, and this Black Lotus Saint was actually preparing to use force on him.
Although Zhang Zhenren is shockingly handsome, he is not a casual person. He would rather be insulted by a woman than betray the Holy Church.
The fat man was still so fat, but his speed was getting faster and faster. However, the body of the advancing fat man suddenly stopped, jumped up to the treetop, opened his arms, looked up to the sky, and let out a roar that shook the earth.
The Great Thousand World is indeed in a bit of turmoil. Even just one response is enough to drive the people of the Holy Temple crazy. As long as they can grasp a little bit of hope, it will be enough to change the world.
On the battlefield, the corpses of thousands of monks were seen. Mingren, dressed in white clothes, swept over the snow lightly and said, "Why bother?"
There were dozens of monks around, their faces were pale, they were too scary, they were too fierce, even the saints, demons, and demon cultivators were soft-hearted, but he could still be so calm.
Killing can calm Akito's mind and prevent him from going crazy. Akito will always accept those who seek death.
These dozens of monks looked at Ming Ren in fear. There were people who did not believe in evil and kept going forward. Ming Ren contained too many secrets and power, and his cultivation was obviously flawed. The huge temptation made the monks go forward and continue.
This is the law of the universe, the weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive.
Frankly speaking, Akito thinks it's more interesting and straightforward. He doesn't want to break the rules, but he doesn't like boring rules.
Akito stretched out his hand, but suddenly his hand froze.
Suddenly, Akito smiled, "Which of you has wine?"
The survivors were stunned, but one monk still took out a jar of wine tremblingly.
The wine reached Mingren's hands and flew away. Everyone was dumbfounded. They had never heard that there were still people alive in the hands of the Holy Demon, but they actually survived.
On the top of the mountain, with a jar of wine, Mingren sat on the edge of the cliff, looking up at the clouds, "A response that breaks the order, Wang Meng, you are the only one. It seems that I have to stand at the top of the world and wait for you so that I won't be rude."
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And in the endless abyss of the world, a low roar came out, and the color of the world changed instantly, as if they were afraid of this sound.
"Mo...Shan...is it you!"
Roar~~~~~~~~~
The most fearful thing in life is loneliness!
This world is wonderful because of him.
The Holy Temple disappeared into Wang Meng's body. A very strange thing happened in that moment. He felt many, many people. It was not like an illusion, it was very real. Although it only lasted for a moment, it made Wang Meng very fulfilled.
He took a big step forward towards his own world. Wang Meng didn't want to be right or wrong, or what was ahead. He knew that this was what he wanted to do, and that was enough.
Sometimes, one person can move the world.
Lost in the sea, Zhang Yang laughs wildly. He doesn't need all kinds of emotions. Zhang Yang is a simple and direct person. Regarding the Qiankun body in the wine, he only has one sentence to respond to all this, "Bring the wine!"
A door appeared in front of Han Chuxue, and Wang Meng came through the void, "Is this your choice?"
Han Chuxue smiled slightly, walked up to Wang Meng, kissed him gently, "Thank you."
What is in front of me is not ascension, nor the reincarnation of the Holy Body in the Nine Heavens, but the road to reincarnation.
But this time, it might be a mortal, it might be an animal, it might be...anything.
"Why?"
Han Chuxue's beautiful eyes sparkled with light, as if she was talking in a dream, "I want to try an unknown life, even if it may be the end."
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