Chapter 984: Meng Fan, lead death!

The Hundred Races event has finally started!
Under such a grand occasion, the entire War Emperor City suddenly burst into flames, countless eyes focused on the sky and the earth, and finally everyone's eyes were discovering.
As everyone entered, the many spatial rifts between heaven and earth finally slowly closed, completely closed, and turned into five huge mirrors above the sky.
There is a faint light curtain above this mirror, and it is obvious that you can see what it is.
The hearts of everyone were for a while, and they already understood that this impressively meant that the God of War space was now completely independent, and no one could step into it.
And here I don't know how many Tianjiao have stepped into it, once this space is closed, the three thousand heroes are also on the road of conquest.
At the next moment, the hearts of the people in the whole world moved, and as far as their eyes could be, they discovered that a huge altar appeared under this light curtain, standing under these five mirrors.
There are many figures on it, but just standing there is a kind of hegemony that isolates the world.
The person who is stationed on the periphery is a golden armor, just like a sacred one, with a powerful and extremely powerful qi and blood flowing through his body, and I don't know how long he has cultivated.
There are also a group of old men in gray clothes and linen sitting cross-legged and standing around. Obviously, these people can be ascetic practitioners who have been practicing for several years at a glance. They can sit here for a hundred years or even thousands of years without moving. Only in the battle hall can there be such a determined old monster-level existence.
Ten thousand years, the battle hall is immortal, and under the powerful background, I don't know how many old monster-level existences have been born.
Everyone looked towards the center. The altar was already covered with golden seats. The space was spacious. There was one person sitting between each seat, probably filled with hundreds of figures. .
And just as everyone's eyes were fixed on the faces of these people and roared, there was an uproar between the world and the earth, which can be called countless thunders in everyone's minds.
You must know the presence in the field that is qualified to sit on these positions, no matter which one is a person who moves his finger in the northern group, it is a person who set off a storm.
"That's the tower master of Lingyun Tower...Ling Tiandi!"
"Unexpectedly, the first elder Demon Wind of the Demon Cloud Tower is here!"
Whispers among the crowd, many of them are people with discerning eyes who can see the origin of the strong men sitting in the sky at a glance, and when they swept away, they found that many have disappeared in this northern group for a hundred years.
However, in the past, they were famous, their strengths were all peaks, each dominating one side, but now they are all here and gathered in the field.
Obviously, the people who can have a position here are the top powerhouses in the northern group, invited by the battle hall, and even the first elder Moxingfeng including the Moyun Tower.
The latter wore a black robe, his face was old, and there were a few powerful people in the Demon Cloud Tower sitting behind him. He was still extremely calm in such a place, and it must be said that he definitely had the aura of a world powerhouse.
Ling Tiandi on the side was also extremely calm, sipping the fragrant tea from his mouth, but occasionally glanced across the five mirrors in this heaven and earth, but there was a deep and sharp expression in his eyes.
One hall, two towers, three halls and four pavilions!
Today, the top ten forces in the northern group, except for the fact that Li Hun of Fenglei Pavilion did not come here, have already brought together the representative powerhouses, and there are still many in this northern group and ten thousand domains. Many casual cultivators in, gathered on this altar.
Under this circumstance, it can be said that everyone is shaking. Such a handwriting is rare even in the northern group, and it has sent so many hidden powers together at once.
And among the countless powerful men, there is a huge golden chair in the center. On it sits an old man cross-legged. He wears a light blue shirt. His hair is gray and his face is old. At first glance, he looks like an ordinary old man. .
However, after everyone noticed his position, could it be that their hearts trembled, and no matter who it was, a look of awe flashed in their eyes.
It is clear that looking at the entire northern group, there is only one person who is qualified to sit among so many powerful people, and that is the first elder in this battle hall for thousands of years, Zhan Mokong!
Between heaven and earth, countless people looked at the old man sitting still in the field, but they were afraid to look directly.
Everyone clearly understands that the latter was the existence of the peak of the Profound Origin Realm who had personally beaten to death, and it was definitely not as peaceful as the surface.
If anyone in the entire northern group has the most hope to break the order and turn everything into a god, then it must be the first elder of the battle hall who has been silent.
"Hey, hundreds of years have passed, is another big battle about to begin!"
In the field, Zhan Mokong smiled slightly and said calmly.
"It's another battle, the time is the same, but this time... I'm afraid it's different from before!"
On the side, Ling Tian nodded and responded softly. At the same time, while speaking, Ruo deliberately glanced at the magical wind on the side.
After noticing Ling Tiandi’s gaze, the first elder Mo Xing, who had been sitting still on the spot, gave a dry smile, but a cruel smile appeared on his face.
"Why, are you scared, your disciple was killed in it!"
As soon as the voice came out, the provocative taste in the tone was already quite obvious, and the surrounding space instantly condensed.
You must know that both sides are strong at the old monster level, but just a thought is enough to distort the void, but a powerful aura suddenly collides in midair.
Just for a moment, Zhou Tian was imprisoned, and the world was gloomy!
Even if the people in the distance are thousands of meters away, there is still a feeling of kneeling on the ground. Obviously this kind of powerful pressure exists invisible, but there is definitely a taste of tit-for-tat between the two.
You must know that the battle between the two towers has been constant for many years, especially at this time. A few days ago, it was rumored that the constant friction between the two sides in various places has caused the two to fall into the cusp of the storm.
"Hey... As for who can kill who, you can tell at a glance, why bother to argue!"
On the side, Zhan Mokong shook his head and waved his hand. The old palm of his hand just moved to release the powerful magnetic field from the surrounding two people. The magnetic field can be transformed into invisible, as if a storm that could happen at any time stopped suddenly. general.
This scene immediately caused Mo Yunfeng’s expression to move. He glanced at Zhan Mokong with fear, nodded, and did not speak, but looked at the golden mirror, but a sneer appeared on his face.
"Hundred races event, three thousand heroes... Today's battle, I want to see how much is left in the future!"
The sound fell, and the hearts of all the strong players in the field were shocked, including Ling Tiandi, who had a bad premonition, because the existence of the level of Mo Yunfeng obviously disdain to lie.
Then the latter's tone is so confident, it must have the qualifications of this confidence, it seems that this time the Magic Cloud Tower may set off in this taboo space... Shocking!
There was a panic between the outside world. Between several breaths, the eyes of hundreds of millions of people focused on the five light curtains in the field. Obviously, this moment was enough to make the blood in everyone's body boil.
It’s not a day for this grand event of hundreds of races to start, but once the final champion appears, it’s the fastest genius in this northern group for hundreds of years, and it may even affect the northern group to a certain extent. The trend of the people could not help but make everyone not pay attention.
Despite the shock from the outside world, accompanied by the power of that space, Meng Fan's figure broke through. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that he had come to a square of a thousand meters. Above.
On this square is a huge stone monument with only one word on it, fire!
Fire word square!
Meng Fan's gaze swept his surroundings, and he realized that he was not alone here, and there was a constant flickering of figures on the huge square, and several people arrived.
Touching his nose, Meng Fan understood that according to the previous information, this place should be one of the Five Elements Square in the God of War space. Anyone who came in was randomly placed in these five squares.
Because there are countless roads leading to the temple of war, there are countless choices on this square. It is said that every road you choose is an impassable Little Thousand World.
And above this square is the only place to stop the war in the God of War space, which can be used to rest. Once it is the road to choose the battle, then there is no possibility of staying.
At the moment when his figure was standing, Meng Fan felt countless divine thoughts coming over, all of which were crushed by powerful divine power. Even though the vitality could not be used here, no matter whether it was divine thought or movement, it was possible.
Obviously the people who come in now are strong, and after they came here, they have already begun to inquire about each other, sweeping their minds!
When his expression changed, Meng Fan's mental power was directly out of the body, resisting Zhou Tian, ​​and directly cutting off the divine consciousness that dared to probe him. After all, at this time, he can only be tough to the end, in this world. , Retirement means weakness and can only be killed.
However, at the moment when Meng Fan's spiritual thoughts spread, he didn't wait for the latter to think about it, and at the same time, a sound like a natural sound came from his ear, and his tone was full of anger!
"Meng Fan, I finally saw you, lead to death!"
While talking, at the same time, a golden figure in battle armor came directly towards Meng Fan, with blue silk flying, with a beautiful face, and slender legs. There was a sense of temptation in every movement, but at this moment there was no vitality fluctuation, but There is a powerful and extreme force coming.
Obviously, the one who went straight to Meng Fan came out with a big golden spear, and after Divine Sense swept away the man, he could not help but make Meng Fan almost bit his tongue. I was really afraid of what would come... In an instant here, the first thing I saw was Zhan Feng'er!
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