Chapter 1640: Blood burial

Just one print!
Bloody sky, torn apart!
Zhang Qixian was a sacred three-level powerhouse, but under Meng Fan's seal, he was directly shattered, only a soul force fleeing.
When such a scene falls, the whole world... . A piece of petrification!
What kind of combat power is this, what means!
The two sides are both Tianjiao of the same era, the time of cultivation is the same, and now they are standing on the same realm, but after such a collision, it is already a high judgment, it is completely one heaven and one underground.
The future seed pressed by the emperor gate, Zhang Qixian, who was destined to become the supreme emperor, could not stop Meng Fan's mark. Such a scene was comparable to an earthquake, and it was impossible for countless people to say a word.
Especially the elders of the emperor's gate like Yuehan and so on, each of them now looks extremely strange, like eating a cow, with their mouths open and difficult to close.
"impossible!"
Fragments in the sky were floating, and the soul power that Zhang Qixian fled in the midair roared, and his tone was full of endless unwillingness. With his single soul power, it gave people a desolate feeling.
Under Meng Fan’s seal, it was a slap that slapped him from the supreme emperor into rubbish. Unexpectedly, I was still full of hatred and murderous intent before, but before I came to Meng Fan, he was actually not enough. A slap shot, this feeling made Zhang Qixian die 10,000 times!
"Did you break through? Obviously not, impossible, how could you be like this..."
In the sky, Meng Fan touched the piano with one hand, sneered, and said calmly.
"The way is different, the road is different after all, Zhang Qixian, maybe you are really a character, from the bottom of the ten thousand domains, this kind of person is rare in ancient times, and is qualified to become the supreme emperor, but when you choose the emperor gate At that time, he has actually given up his own path as a great emperor, and he is the real emperor... He created an era by himself, suppressed an era, and became invincible, rather than being a puppet of others, in which no mind can be tolerated. Insincere, take other paths, martial arts, souls can hold the sky, Wuzhen forever, the true meaning is just now, you chose the wrong path, so even if you and I are in the same realm, you have to lose to me!"
The tone was calm, spreading throughout the world, causing countless strong eyes to flicker, falling into thinking.
The true meaning of Budo!
Obviously, at this moment, Meng Fan was frankly confessing his own path of cultivation, and the latter was able to reach today, and he always insisted on his own martial arts, that kind of pursuit of power. In the past, Yuehan had approached Meng Fan to help him become a great emperor, but Meng Fan directly rejected it.
Now that the latter is mentioned again, Zhang Qixian's heart is suddenly shaken, and he can't say a word.
"You nonsense!"
On the side, Yuehan's face was pale, and he couldn't believe it.
Zhang Qixian was able to reach this point, but the emperor gate carefully cultivated countless treasures of heaven and earth, and even in order to help Zhang Qixian break through to reach the three sacred realms, the emperor gate did not know how many resources it used, and started to do it many years ago. In this step, it took a lot of secrets to make Zhang Qixian have today's achievements.
However, in comparison with Meng Fan's combat power, the entire Emperor Sect and Zhang Qixian were undoubtedly a big joke, which naturally made Yuehan unable to accept it.
Shook his head, Meng Fan said calmly.
"Understand is to understand, if you don’t understand, you don’t understand. Vital energy cultivation, step by step, is natural danger. In many cases, powerful training resources can not make up for it, just like a domestic dog can never compete with a wolf. Forever, once a wolf chooses. If you become a dog, you will no longer make progress. No matter how high your realm is, you are wrong if you are on the wrong path!"
The last few words were spit out, and Meng Fan stepped out without any scruples, stepping directly on Zhang Qixian's soul!
Creak!
The soul burst into pieces, even though Zhang Qixian was unwilling and suffering, but at this moment it disappeared. With Meng Fan's foot, his soul power was directly crushed and turned into nothingness.
A generation of heroes Zhang Qixian. . . . . Just die like this!
The world is in an uproar, and the people around are petrified!
Unexpectedly, this battlefield has undergone such a big change after Meng Fan appeared. This is a sacred three-level powerhouse, but after only dozens of breaths, he just died in this world, even a trace. There was no sound, how shocking it was.
Between the week and the sky, countless gazes struck, making the entire world tremble with hundreds of millions of horses. How strong are the young Asuras above the sky now!
Meng Fan killed Zhang Qixian with a single kick, then looked at one of the places where the extinct Taoist was located, calmly said.
"And you!"
Just three words, but chill. . . . More full-bodied!
Facing Meng Fan, the extinct Taoist sighed slightly, and an unimaginable shock appeared in his eyes.
Before, he wanted to attack with Zhang Qixian to kill Meng Fan, but beyond his imagination, Meng Fan was only a cultivation base of the three sacred realms, but his combat power was earth-shattering, traversing everything, in this situation Xia didn't wait for him to start, but Zhang Qixian had already been killed.
The extinct Taoist slumbered forever in the forbidden area temple, and he couldn't think that there would be a great hero like Meng Fan in the world, which made him have to marvel.
After a while, the extinction Taoist said indifferently,
"You actually control the ancient method of the imperial capital in this vein, but something is wrong. I remember that the of the sky is using the flute, why do you use the...qin tone!"
"The piano and flute are all one!"
Meng Fan said calmly,
"Furthermore, the imperial capital formation was originally made by the former Tianchou God King and Zhongtian God King, but it was... It was the secret of hundreds of thousands of years ago. I saw it, but I couldn't be right. You say it, and it's useless to say it, because you are dying!"
The last few words fell, and at the same time Meng Fan strode out, facing a half-step king, just walked over.
Seeing Meng Fan's movements, the extinct Taoist sneered, he was smirked, and said coldly,
"Young man, you are so self-confident that you really think that you can kill the old man if you defeat Zhang Qixian? Humph... Your combat power is indeed comparable to the half-step king, but at the same level as the real old man. Compared to people, they are still too young!"
The tone is gloomy, coming from the mouth of a half-step king, making everyone feel that it is not an exaggeration, just a half-step difference, but one on the ground, one in the sky, otherwise Yang Qing will not consume it. Longevity, but Meng Fan only responded to this in four words.
"Try it!"
It's just that the four words fall in between, Emperor Quan. . . . Arrived!
A punch shook the world, Meng Fan's clothes were fierce, his fists were sharp, and that kind of destructive force also blatantly struck, and went straight to exterminate the Taoist.
To kill Zhang Qixian and slaughter millions of people, these are just hot hands for Meng Fan. The real problem is that the old man in the restricted area in the field is already an extinct Taoist who has stepped into the half-step God King!
In just a moment, the dry palm of the extinct Taoist lifted up, turned into a mountain-like handprint, and struck Meng Fan's fist together.
The power of the two touched, and suddenly a spark burst into the void, and it was only a moment that all this was vacuumed. And the moment of touch was to make the blood in Meng Fan’s body turn the river to the sea. The half-step God King’s mighty power is more than trivial, but once he gritted his teeth, the blood in his throat was stuck in his throat. The person shrinks, his body tightens, his fists break through the air, like a perpetual motion machine, the emperor fists continue to blast, leaning towards the extinct Taoist.
Good life is dead, the world is bloody!
In this war, I saw the people in the restricted area again, without speaking, Meng Fan already understood everything.
The warrior is speechless!
At this moment, Meng Fan didn't want to say more than a word. Only when there is a battle and only one kill can the sadness in his heart have a source of venting, and only then can his anger be tilted out.
Whizzing!
In an instant, the sky burst, and the void exploded. Under the eyes of countless daoists, among them, the extinct Taoist and Meng Fan kept fighting.
Any single blow by the two of them is a powerful force that breaks everything apart. At this moment of close combat, the entire void suddenly set off a big sonic boom, constantly tearing it apart!
Step by step, his fists pierced through the air. At this moment, Meng Fan's eyes were blood-red, already frantic.
Let the tiger's mouth fall apart, let the strength strike, let the life and life in front of us suppress one's own realm, but in Meng Fan's eyes, only the enemy can be killed, only the bloodbath!
boom!
At the next moment, the sky trembled, and the space fragments filled the sky, and at the same time a figure could be seen flying out, which turned out to be. . . . . Exterminate the Taoist. A half-step king, during the previous battle with Meng Fan, was blown away by his life. Such a scene made countless people's expressions freeze, unbelievable.
At the same time, Meng Fan took a stride, as fast as an electric shock, and punched directly. . . . . It penetrated the abdomen of the extinct Taoist!
Puff!
The blood spurted out, and it was as powerful as an extinct Taoist who also screamed miserably. His tone was filled with unimaginable sternness, anger, and unwillingness. . . There is still a trace of fear!
Obviously, it is only a few thousand years of cultivation time, but at this moment, even an old monster that has lived more than a hundred thousand years in front of Meng Fan can't resist his edge.
amount. . . .
In the distance, Yang Soul's expression was like pig liver. After a moment, his body trembled, and he turned and left, turning into a meteor. Obviously now at this kind of moment, Meng Fan’s edge is too terrifying, suppressing everything, giving him a look of despair about this battle, trying to take advantage of the latter’s failure to notice him. slip.
But just after Yang Soul took a step, there was a sudden flash in the air, and a fist shadow came to let him. . . . The whole person burst into pieces, the soul and body died at the same time, turning into nothingness, and Meng Fan’s voice was heard around the sky.
"I said that if you want a blood sacrifice, you need a blood sacrifice...No one can leave..."<