Chapter 3009: Support the future

"When the world is in turmoil, the cloud will follow the dragon and the wind will follow the tiger, and the saint will see everything, whether it is an enemy or a friend, heroes come forth in large numbers, a good time!"
Facing the elder man who had to mobilize the entire God Realm and even kill his own life while holding the array pestle, Meng Fan's eyes were bright, and he couldn't help but groan.
"The Protoss, even if it is the enemy, the God Emperor, the grand old man, and the leaders of the many Protoss, you are also participants in this great age. You are all heroes. Falling or perpetuating are all legends. Meeting you is Lucky for Meng!"
The grand plan old man's life is burning.
The entire God Realm also began to rotate slowly.
Turn the array pestle as the center.
The temples are like spring eyes, from which the power of the gods burst out and gathers towards the grand old man, forming a monstrous momentum and a huge vortex.
An incarnation of a deity also surfaced on the skyline, chanting, singing the tragedy of the gods for billions of years!
Meng Fan turned around.
Facing the grand old man.
Suddenly tore the blue shirt, spread his arms, revealing a strong chest.
There is no resistance, no defense.
Calmly, withstand the bombardment of the Great God Realm!
This attitude of eagerness to the sword, the attitude of complete tolerance, made the grand old man and the Protoss who were struggling to be stunned.
"Come on, the tragic and vigor that the Protoss has brewed from the source of time to the present, come on, I will bear it, if I can bear it, I can feel the tragedy of the Protoss, think about what you think, think about what you think, if I can't bear it, take Take my life, it's the same sentence, life and death, just in a moment!"
Meng Fan was laughing!
The spirit shakes the hearts of the gods!
The old man's eyes are full of determination.
The formation was pierced fiercely into Meng Fan's defenseless chest.
Blood splashed.
The formation pestle penetrates into the flesh.
The power of the entire God Realm, the power of the gods, the vitality, the laws, the martial arts of the gods, and the tragic emotions of the gods that pervade in the dark, all use the formation method as a mouth to flood into Meng Fan's body.
Under the impact of this force, Meng Fan's flesh and blood quickly swelled.
His body has risen from seven feet to one feet, two feet, ten feet, and one hundred feet!
Indomitable giant!
The blue veins bulged out, and the power of the Protoss contained in it would burst out at any time, breaking his body.
But his body never broke.
It's just that his face is constantly changing.
Sometimes, it still looks like Meng Fan himself.
Sometimes, it seems like a god.
Sometimes young, sometimes old.
The traces of years repeated on him.
Meng Fan's huge body was trembling. He raised his head and looked at the sky in the God Realm. The sea of ​​clouds rolled. He opened his mouth and opened his eyes. From his mouth and eyes, a dazzling golden brilliance, pure And sacred.
That golden brilliance penetrated the boundary of the universe, and passed to a place that doesn't know how far away.
Meng Fan saw many things.
Scenes from scenes to scenes took turns in his mind.
In the primordial era of Hongmeng, the sages of sentient beings led them to walk in the unpredictable, changeable and full of disasters in the universe.
They have tried to find a way out for sentient beings during the long years.
They finally succeeded.
They made instruments to measure the operation of the laws of heaven and earth.
The instrument became more and more powerful, finally smoothing the chaotic laws of heaven and earth.
The sages are no longer respected leaders, and gradually become the superior gods.
All beings can only be their slaves.
They have fallen.
And the instrument, turned into a heaven.
Heaven, to obliterate these gods.
The old and decaying gods have fallen, the new ones have risen, they are thinking about the way forward, and they are fighting and struggling with heaven.
They failed.
So go to sleep.
It left seeds for the future.
Time passed quickly.
Protoss wakes up.
Build the kingdom of God.
Continuing, tens of billions of years of confrontation with heaven.
Guanghua dissipated.
Meng Fan recovered little by little.
The gods were calm.
There seems to be no change in the gods.
But the power of the entire God Realm was almost taken away by this.
The foundation, dragon veins, formation, vitality, power of the world, laws, etc., all disappeared with the penetration of the formation pestle.
The fighting stopped.
In front of Meng Fan, the old man Hongtu knelt to the ground, his appearance was much older, as if he was about to die, he would die at any time, and his right arm disappeared with the formation pestle.
"Lost." The withered Hongtu old man gave a sorrowful laugh. "Meng Fan, you are already the Lord of the Way of Heaven. The restraint of the Protoss is an insurmountable gap that we have lost..."
Meng Fan took a deep breath, and the space expanded and contracted with his breath, and there was a breath of breath that he had never had before.
That is the breath of the vicissitudes of life.
No matter how strong Meng Fan is, he is still a young king. Compared with the various old kings in the prehistoric universe, what he lacks most is precipitation.
Even the leaders of the younger generation of God Kings are much older than Meng Fan.
He is too young.
At this moment, the power of the entire God Realm injected into his body, those powers of the gods, vitality, laws, and martial arts were all resisted by him, but many memories and history of the gods were swallowed by him.
This is the oldest history.
He can clearly feel the tragedy of the Protoss.
It can be said that he swallowed the spirit of the Protoss.
"Everything the Protoss has experienced is a lesson for all beings." Meng Fan said softly in the face of the divine realm that is almost in a vacuum and slowly dying and disintegrating: "The turbulent years, the generation of heroes, the stable years, the corruption and greed, this is the Gods' A lesson from the past, the heavens should be taken as a warning in the future. Although the heavens are thriving today, the spirit is condensed, and the falsehood is preserved, but time is the most terrifying force that will change everything. I will compile the history of the Protoss into a book in the future. Spread from generation to generation, so that later generations can see.
I also have to choose some excellent kings to let the power of time disappear from them, or let them sleep for a long time, sleeping for a thousand years, ten thousand years, millions of years, so that they can wake up again after a million years, and warn them For those who come later, don't forget the original intention.
Support the future. "
Meng Fan said leisurely.
Look at the grand old man again.
"You are dying, your vitality, longevity, there are only a little bit left, a hero like you, has fallen, it is a pity that I can save you, take out your soul, repair your soul, and also Would you like to find a brand-new body for you to be reborn in the future world?"
"Not willing." The old man Hongtu smiled. "Falling at the most tragic moment, falling together with the luck of the entire Protoss. How wonderful. I have been escaping all my life, escaped from the kingdom of God, escaped from the curse of heaven, and escaped from the fate of being a Protoss. Today, I am back to the original point. , I am born as a Protoss, I don’t regret it, I die for the Protoss, and I die well."
"it is good."
Meng Fan nodded, narrowed his eyes, there was light in his eyes.
"From now on, the Protoss, there will be no scourge! No matter it is an ancient Protoss or a newly born Protoss, it will not be there. This is my promise."
Meng Fan waved.
Many Protoss who had been silent, felt their bodies relaxed at the same time, and the pressure on their heads gradually disappeared.
"The current me can only contain the power of the condemnation. In the future, when I truly control the way of heaven, I will completely erase the condemnation, and the race will fly freely in the prehistoric universe."
Meng Fan's words were deeply heard by the old man of Hongtu.
He smiled.
"Meng Fan, you have reached a realm that no kings can understand. I am afraid that only Emperor Chaos can discuss the Tao with you. It is also mine to be an enemy. It is my honor..."
The grand old man turned into a rainbow light and disappeared.
The God Realm began to collapse.
At this moment, all the Protoss who had just been inspired by the power of grief and indignation were silent.
Bombarded Meng Fan with the power of the entire Protoss, but still did not kill him.
The brand of failure was still deeply struck on their hearts.
Lonely proud, Xie Jingyi, Princess Yueyue, all fell beside Meng Fan.
Lonely proud and quietly looked at the empty God Realm, and said solemnly: "This is the last elegy of the Protoss."
at this time.
Ten lights and shadows suddenly shuttled out from the slowly collapsing God Realm.
Meng Fan frowned and his eyes locked.
Those ten lights and shadows are exactly ten replicas of Meng Fan!