Chapter 2391: Time betting

In the palace, everything is quiet.
The time here is completely still.
The power of time is as mysterious as space. If a person who does not grasp the true meaning of the great avenue stepped into this place, he would be imprisoned here forever, unable to move, and even his soul and thinking would be stagnant.
Meng Fan stepped on the gray and black floor tiles of the palace, first of all, he was a king.
This king kept his body moving forward, and there were waves of vitality behind him, with an indifferent expression on his face, like a statue, entering the palace ten feet.
Meng Fan gradually walked inward, and the more he walked, the more he could feel the power of the meaning of time, and his movements were uncontrollably slowed down. He must continue to mobilize the vast world in his body, with the power of the five great ways of creation Only by resisting can this restraint be eliminated.
Every time you walk a certain distance, you can see some kings who are imprisoned by time.
The more you walk inward, the fewer the number of kings, and the stronger the strength of kings.
Before and after, there are more than 30 kings trapped here!
Until the last king, Meng Fan clearly saw that the king's eyes were turning. Although the turning speed was very slow, it seemed that it could not go from left to right in a year, but it was indeed moving.
This king holds a trace of providence!
It can be seen from the footprints on the ground that this king has been trapped for about hundreds of years, and slowly takes a step every few years.
According to Meng Fan's calculation, the oldest of these thirty-odd kings has been trapped here for at least 50,000 years.
However, in the eyes of the trapped God King, it was only a moment, because time was completely frozen.
When he passed the last king, Meng Fan raised his head and saw a row of jade seats in the dark palace. There were a total of eighteen kings sitting front and back.
These kings were not affected by the meaning of time in the slightest, but they meditated normally there, because there was a trace of the meaning of time flowing in their bodies.
Under the influence of the meaning of time, their longevity and vitality almost never pass away.
The existence of the king level seems to be immortal, but in fact it is not. From the grand perspective of the era, the life of the king is limited and will always pass.
And these eighteen gods did not move.
When Meng Fan easily reached the deepest point, the eighteen gods opened their eyes. They were all dressed in dark blue robes and cloaks. Because of the interference of time, Meng Fan could not see their age, but It is vaguely inferred that they are at least a few hundred thousand years old king.
"Please take a bet."
One of the eighteen gods spoke slowly.
Meng Fan's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked out, and saw that behind the eighteen gods, there was a huge golden stone gate. On both sides of the eighteen gods, there were two rows of gray-black pillars.
Looking back, Meng Fan suddenly understood the king behind him who was imprisoned by time.
It turned out that this was a bet.
Those kings who step into this palace are obviously making some kind of betting, and the deeper they go, the more they can get.
I don't know what is the bargaining chip for the gambling, but this passage is only two hundred feet long, can trap more than 30 gods?
Anything is possible, and the most possible is of course a hint of time.
The true immortality will last forever.
"I don't know what to use as a gambling agreement, please make it clear." Meng Fan said.
A king said: "800 soul thoughts."
Meng Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.
It is actually taking the mind of the soul as a bet!
All beings in the heavens and the earth have lifespans, which are lifespan and life. Lifespan is the length of the soul, and life is the length of vitality.
In the soul, all the memories of sentient beings, all kinds of knowledge, especially the essence of martial arts, are all in it.
If you just lose a few thoughts, it's nothing.
But eight hundred soul thoughts?
This is tantamount to losing the soul, and it is a real loss of life, and the knowledge and memory in these soul thoughts will inevitably be taken away, and after all kinds of deductions, you can know the person who has been taken away.
When Meng Fan left the common world, Qin Taichuan wanted to merge the thirty-six worlds together to form a melting furnace to refine all living beings to extend his vitality and longevity. Meng Fan said that this may or may not be possible. , The creatures of the common world may become Qin Taichuan’s pill or die in the Great Tribulation of the Era. The reason is that it seems not difficult to absorb the vitality of all living beings, but the spirits of all beings must also be refined to extend their life. , That is simply a fantasy.
How many memories do beings have? How many thoughts? How much emotion? Even if he keeps refining, it is impossible to be completely pure without leaving a trace of impurities, even Meng Fan dare not say that he can swallow all the soul thoughts of all creatures in the great common world.
No matter how many powerful existences there are in the heavens and myriad worlds, they have never heard of someone making an idea to the spirits. He had a bet with Meng Fan. All he wanted was the blood of his god, and the Great Chaos existed. , It's just creating a wave of ghosts and devouring the flesh of all things.
However, some people use the spirit of spirit as a bet.
Meng Fanlang said: "With eight hundred thoughts as a bet, I will walk to the door and see with my own eyes where the evolving soul is sacred." After that, drops of divine thoughts flew from the center of the eyebrows. Crystal clear, ten times more dazzling than the most shining spar in the world, it lightly jumped into the hands of eighteen gods.
Then, he began to take steps.
Eighteen kings raised their hands, and in their palms, the meaning of time exploded, and Meng Fan suddenly felt a powerful banning power descend on him!
This kind of ban was a complete ban. All power was banned. Even in Meng Fan’s eyes, the hands of the eighteen kings suddenly turned so fast that they were almost too fast to see clearly. This was not eighteen. The God King was really fast, but Meng Fan started to be slow and slow.
Everything exists in the long river of time, so it will inevitably endure the erosion or imprisonment of time.
Just like everything, in the void, it is bound to be oppressed and restricted by space.
The power of creation in Meng Fan's body continued to operate, eliminating the influence of the meaning of time, and stepping forward step by step.
Ten steps.
Fifty steps.
Although every step was difficult, Meng Fan never stopped.
Suddenly, one of the eighteen gods and kings left his seat, and a large vitality came to him, pointing Meng Fan's eyebrows.
Slap!
Above the eyebrows, a dragon scale appeared, and the vitality was directly shattered.
At the same time, the skin and flesh of Meng Fan's whole body were changing, every inch of it turned into dragon scales.
Another king strode out and launched an offensive against Meng Fan. He kicked Meng Fan's chest with a bold kick, but was back shocked and fell heavily to the ground.
The eighteen kings immediately became serious, and they took turns taking turns, bombarding them with vigor, and endless thunder and flames, all falling on Meng Fan.
But it failed to leave a scar on Meng Fan.
He was covered with dark golden dragon scales, turning a blind eye to the eighteen gods and kings, getting closer and closer to the door.
The eighteen gods looked at each other, and at the same time they stopped urging the meaning of time and space, joined forces, and the iron curtain of vitality came to the sea!
"Evolution of the soul, since you have given me an answer, you have to test me, it's meaningless." Meng Fan said coldly, his shoulders shook, the iron curtain of vitality burst, and the eighteen gods retreated, and then he punched. Blast out, then blast the gate directly!