In the Night Song Mansion.

Meng Fan closed his eyes.

The pillar of martial arts rotates gently, and the mind of the great way flows in it.

Everything in front of me turned into black, with only halos.

The souls of these 120 gods are connected into one piece, and they are faintly connected to a distant place. That place seems to be the imperial city of the Shiyuan Dynasty.

At this moment, not only the Ye Ge Mansion in front of me, but also the "king skull" in the imperial city were staring at Meng Fan.

The corners of the mouth are raised.

Indeed, it's interesting.

Meng Fan is facing the brain of the entire Shiyuan Dynasty at this moment!

In front of the souls composed of eight million Kun tribes, any individual appears small and humble, and does not require any force to fight. However, this momentum, the feeling of being watched by eight million people at the same time, is enough to collapse many god kings.

There are huge coincidences in the future heaven that can produce a torrent of the soul, and behind it, there are also great blood and tears. If it weren't for so many baptisms, the entire kings of the future heaven were tempered into an iron plate, allowing all the gods to let go of estrangement and doubts between each other, the torrent of the soul would not have been born.

Moreover, the torrent of the mind itself carries the meaning of destiny, which is now the most powerful true meaning of Tao in the universe.

The Shiyuan Dynasty was able to directly connect the souls of the eight million Kun tribes together. This really stems from the innate advantage of the Kun tribe, which is obedience, and in the eyes of all Kun tribes, the gains and losses of individuals are not important. What is important is that the entire population can let go of their own interests and there will be no spiritual barriers and rejection.

But Meng Fan was still laughing.

Because the king skulls turned into by these eight million Kun tribes is actually much worse than the spiritual torrent of the future Heavenly Court.

There are huge gaps in quantity and quality.

Among these eight million Kun tribes, Meng Fan could vaguely feel the aura of about ten thousand gods.

The torrent of the spiritual flow of the future heaven has concentrated more than 90% of the creatures in the entire future heaven.

That is ninety thousand god kings and dozens of creatures!

There is a huge gap in this order of magnitude.

The bigger gap is not in quantity but in quality.

The Kun tribe has relatively single thinking. In terms of thought and spirit, the Kun tribe are very different, especially the weak Kun tribe, whose thinking is simpler, very simple and monotonous.

The future heaven is exactly the opposite of the Kun tribe. Let it be free and encourage all living beings to dominate their own destiny. Any thought can prevail. This makes the future heaven very powerful in spirit and thinking, and the flowers bloom in different ways. This power is much stronger than the King Skull.

But even so, Meng Fan still admires the Kun tribe for having such means and such insights to connect the thinking of eight million creatures together. If this trend is followed, more Kun tribes will be integrated into the king's skull over time. How huge is the number of creatures in the Shiyuan Dynasty? One day, it may not be difficult to surpass the future heaven in number.

However, the price that the Kun tribe has to pay for building a king that is comparable to the torrent of the soul is much greater than that of the future Heavenly Court.

All creatures in the future heaven can enter the torrent of their minds anytime and anywhere, enjoy various benefits, and provide their own thoughts, communicate with them, and collide with them.

The King Skull is different. Meng Fan could feel that after the Kun tribe was incorporated into the King Skull, they had to give up everything. All cultivation, self, and martial arts were abandoned. They had only one job, which was to constantly think and endlessly think. In this high-intensity thinking, the souls of some Kun tribes would be damaged, and even the weak souls would be destroyed. Moreover, because of the high fusion of the souls, they would have to pay a huge price to withdraw from the King Skull and risk the soul being severely damaged.

These are all the weaknesses of the King Skull, compared with the torrent of the mind.

But even so, Meng Fan still wants to admit that this king skull is an existence that is qualified to confront the future spiritual torrent of the heavenly court and the king of light and brain in terms of calculation ability in the present universe.

Originally, in the vast universe, the highest calculation power was only the way of heaven and the king of light brain. Now, there is another Kun clan king.

Meng Fan knew that there were huge calculations in this conversation, not only to test Meng Fan, but also the Kun tribe hoped to peek at some secrets of the torrent of the soul from Meng Fan to perfect their king skull.

Opening his eyes, Meng Fan still had a smile on his face.

Behind him, he looked at Yao Ji quietly, and there were 120 "strikes".

"The Kun tribe's methods are indeed powerful." Meng Fan smiled. "However, although these 120 plotters have close ties with the King Skull of the Imperial City, they are still a little weaker to me. If the King Skull is right in front of me, they are still qualified to talk to me."

One hundred and twenty planners had no expression on their faces, but they could feel that their emotions fluctuated in the dark.

Yao Ji also frowned and said, "King Meng Tian, ​​I know you are the number one giant in the cultivator civilization. After the Chaos Emperor disappeared, the cultivator civilization would no longer have your opponent, but your arrogance was still beyond my imagination."

"Is that right?" Meng Fan responded casually: "What's interesting is that from the moment I contacted you Kun tribe, I can feel two words, arrogance from you."

Yao Ji's eyes flashed.

In Ye Ge Mansion, a murderous intent flashed.

Meng Fan turned a blind eye and continued: "In the Jinke Hall of the Future Heaven, the arrogance that your sister Heiying showed made me knock her to the depths of the universe. If I guessed correctly, this little girl is looking for a way out in a chaotic void.

On the front line of the war, Commander Gaiyi wanted to test me in a superficial language, but I was too lazy to respond. I think Commander Gaiyi should also know that he was inferior.

It's still the same in the Yege Mansion.

Before entering the Shiyuan Dynasty, I discussed with Miss Yaozhu whether to follow your Kun tribe's plan to enter the imperial city at one stop, or should I go directly to the imperial city?"

Yao Ji was silent for a moment, and finally realized the smell of Meng Fan's words.

"King Meng Tian, ​​this is the Shiyuan Dynasty. I advise you to keep a low profile! No one can challenge the power of the Shiyuan Dynasty!"

"Tianwei!" Meng Fan repeated, finally unable to help but burst into laughter.

The laughter was deafening and even hit the soul heavily!

Not only that, the huge world was shaking violently in the laughter, and all the laws began to collapse, and Ye Ge Mansion was also shaking like a candlelight!

puff!

Puff!

One hundred and twenty plotters vomited blood one after another.

It was their connection with the Wang Shou that was cut off from Meng Fan's laughter. The instant cut connection caused their souls to suffer severe damage, and their physical bodies could not withstand the impact of Meng Fan's laughter and vomited blood!

Including Yao Ji and Yao Zhu felt numb all over, and their flesh was tight, as if a little beast heard a tiger roar.

This is the real "dragon roar, tiger roar"!

After a moment, Meng Fan slowly put away his laughter.

But the smile on his face still remains unabated.

"Tianwei, is the majesty of heaven? Hahahaha..." Meng Fan shook his head. "Master Yege Mansion, do you know now what the majesty of heaven is?"

Yao Ji's mind could not calm down for a long time, and then she noticed that amid Meng Fan's laughter, she had instinctively expanded all her defenses, and even the pillar of martial arts began to spin quickly.

At the same time, deep in Ye Ge Mansion, some sleeping Taoist instruments were also moved by her soul and started to fly.

"The front line of war, Jiashouguan, Yege Mansion. I have lost interest in you servants."

Meng Fan waved his arm. This time, he didn't even bring Yaozhu with him, and left Ye Ge Mansion and headed to the imperial city of the Shiyuan Dynasty.
Chapter completed!