Chapter 2664: God willing

The dimension of Jianchengguan is very big.
If the dimensions are majestic, the heavens and the worlds are the largest in the dimensions Meng Fan has been to, but the heavens and the worlds have long been torn apart, and the city gates, even though they have experienced the battle in the Dragon Elephant Valley, they still It is a whole world.
Ramadan took Meng Fan and landed on a coastline.
I heard that Yuecheng is also on the seaside of Jianchengguan, but there is obviously no city here, all are bare reefs and waves constantly beating the reefs.
And in the distance, the full moon at the edge of sea level.
Immediately after Meng Fan was put down by Ramadan, the Moon Princess, Lonely Proud, the Ancient Emperor, the Empress, the Nandian Princess, and the Heavenly Giants all took action and began to heal Meng Fan.
Meng Fan, who had lost his origin, had no vitality at all, and could not mobilize any power at all, including the power of creation, unable to mobilize, and even his physical injuries could not heal itself.
In contrast, Lien Chan didn't know how many times the giant of the battle sky, but at this moment is full of vitality, constantly injecting vitality into Meng Fan's body to help him repair his body.
Feeling the vast vitality of the Zhantian Giant, Meng Fan whispered: "Seven Origins?"
"If the legend is true, I am only two origins away from the original origin immortal emperor back then." The battle giant urn said.
There is nothing else.
The relationship between him and Meng Fan is truly iron. The two people don't know how many times they have saved each other, and each time it is a matter of life and death.
Back then, the battle of Ten Thousand Domains was very similar to today. Meng Fan also broke into the restricted area and broke into the realm where no one could survive in the history of Ten Thousand Domains in order to save the giants.
But, in other words, if it weren't for the allies of Zhan Tian Giant and Meng Fan, they wouldn't have been caught by the thirteen hall masters into the restricted area.
Today at Jianchengguan, if it were not for Meng Fan, the Zhantian giant would not have come here, becoming the treasure that countless supreme celestial dynasties must obtain.
The ironiest brothers are all unreasonable and unreasonable. One person graciously goes to death with another person, and one person goes into the fire to save the other person. Who does it for whom, and where does it make sense.
A little bit, Meng Fan's physical injury, broken internal organs, and physical body began to recover.
The speed of recovery is very fast.
This kind of fastness is not how powerful the methods used by several gods to cure him, but Meng Fan's own creative power, with vitality injected, began to surge.
And in his body, a source the size of a soybean also began to conceive.
This scene was seen in Ramadan not far away, thoughtfully.
Divine Soul, Martial Dao Pillar, Origin, these three are the foundation of a king, any damage to them is fatal and almost impossible to repair.
But Meng Fan's entire body was destroyed by the first son of Chaos back then. The origin and the pillars of martial art were all shattered, but he was still able to be reborn in another dimension. The means of his creator are actually here.
So the origin is broken, and for a while, he definitely can't repair it, but it doesn't mean it can never be repaired.
"I have to rest for at least ten days before I can recover." Meng Fan said weakly.
For Meng Fan, who can be reborn with severed limbs, his body is ever-changing, and even if his head is broken, he can recover in a short time. It takes ten days to recover. It can be seen how much he has suffered now.
While speaking, Meng Fan stretched out his hand and patted Zhantian Giant and Guxin Proud: "You, how long is it from the Three Tribulations God King?"
The battle giant urn said: "In Lien Chan on the beacon island, I have felt the catastrophe of the hit, and I will fall at any time."
"How certain is it to pass?" Meng Fan asked.
"Ninety percent."
"Yeah." Meng Fan nodded and looked at Lonely Heart.
Lonely heart proudly said indifferently: "The catastrophe of my hit is illusory, but the moment it should fall, it will always fall."
Meng Fan nodded again, gently pushed away the Lonely Heart and Zhantian Giant, and looked not far away, standing on the rock, watching the full moon of Ramadan in the distance.
"Thank you."
Ramadan said indifferently: "Is there nothing to ask?"
"If you want to say it, you will naturally say it, without asking me." Meng Fan said calmly.
Ramadan chuckled: "Father said that there is a great figure in the heavens and ten thousand realms. He is very similar to him back then. Now I am at Jianchengguan. Let me pay attention.
Meng Fan frowned. What Ramadan said was too concise and concise, he could not understand.
Ramadan said: "Father always has deep meaning in his words, and for many years, my father has always lacked interest in the universe and everything. Even the incarnation of Emperor Chaos is too lazy to deal with him, except for the peach blossoms on the mountain. As for my mother and me, there is nothing worthy of my father’s attention. He mentioned you, which means you are very important and worthy of my rescue. In fact, it is that simple."
Meng Fan's eyes flashed.
I began to think about who this father was at the mouth of Ramadan.
What kind of existence would the person that the incarnation of Chaos Great Emperor go to meet in person, but who is too lazy to deal with?
"The final catastrophe has already come, Xiaotiandao, do you know?" Ramadan suddenly changed the subject.
Meng Fan was startled.
"There is a huge world in the heavens and all realms, called Wanyu, which is where you come from. There is a source of all the heavens, which is a part of the humanity ancestor cut from the heavens. For millions of years, that one The source of the heavens has become a place where many gods and kings ask questions. They step into the source of the heavens and want to understand the mystery of the heaven and the earth from it, or find the true meaning of the great avenue, but almost all the gods who step into it become The puppets of the heavens are controlled by the will of heaven.
There are only two exceptions, one is the ancient emperor and the other is the lord of the thirteen halls.
As a result, the thirteen hall masters were not spared either.
It's not that they haven't turned into puppets of the heavens, but the time has not come.
They relied on God's will to push back their vitality and created the black death qi that can destroy all living beings. This black death qi brewed in their bodies, grew, and became stronger and stronger, until finally, it broke out completely.
This is the foreshadowing that Heaven has laid hundreds of thousands of years ago, and it is ready to destroy the ultimate catastrophe of the world.
In the twelve days before and after, the heavens and all realms have completely turned into the realm of black death. Father said that there will be no more than ten surviving kings.
Just over a dozen hours ago, a group of black death kings crossed the dimensional gap and stepped into the Faxiang Heavenly Dynasty. The black death plague has begun to spread to the entire universe.
So, I saved you for one reason. Father mentioned you. Is there another reason..."
Ramadan suddenly pulled out the knife that was shining like a crescent moon, and aimed the blade at the ancient emperor behind Meng Fan.
"Since the thirteen hall masters have not been spared, they have been a chess piece arranged by the heavens as early as hundreds of thousands of years, so how can I believe that you will be the only source of the heavens to step into the ten thousand realms? Haven't become a puppet of Heaven?"
The form has changed dramatically!
The ancient emperor stood up slowly. As the King of Two Tribulations, he was certainly strong, and he was treated as a guest wherever he appeared, but in front of the forty thieves of Jianchengguan, the King of Five Tribulations, Ramadan, at this moment He is exactly a lamb to be slaughtered.
Meng Fan is now extremely weak, and an ordinary king can fight him, then no one can stop the sword of Ramadan.
"If the Thirteenth Hall Master was a foreshadowing, I would be too." The ancient emperor's answer was extremely simple and neat, without any nonsense. "The way of heaven, I have seen, if heaven does something on me, I don't know it, but at some point, this hidden foreshadowing will be dug out."
Ramadan said coldly: "So you it. The Lord of the Thirteenth Palace has caused the final catastrophe that has left many supreme celestial dynasties powerless. If you have any hidden means in your body, sentient beings will have no chance."
"I am very weak now."
Meng Fan suddenly spoke softly.
"Those who move me are tantamount to moving me. When I return to the peak, Ramadan, although there is still a huge gap between me and you, I will follow you until I avenge the ancient emperor."
Ramadan silently looked at Meng Fan's determined gaze.
On the coast, there was only the sound of waves hitting the rocks.