Walking up the ladder, Mu Fan came to a more luxurious and advanced arena.

Under his feet, there was a huge throne with a shiny light standing in the super-dimensional void, exuding a supreme aura.

There are also huge and magnificent thrones around, with powerful figures sitting on them, and their true appearance cannot be seen.

Each of them is powerful and mysterious, and no one can see the true appearance.

"Yo, there's a new one."

"Young man, he's still very young."

"I don't even have the age of a cosmic era."

"Tsk, interesting newcomer."

As soon as Mu Fan appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of all the strong men present.

None of the people who can come here are simple. They are all scary powerful people, and they are powerful beings who have lived for countless epochs.

They were very curious about Mu Fan and dared to challenge the organizer of the Super Li event. They were simply a fool.

When I see my age, I have no age in a universe. It’s so unremarkable that I’m young, not even 100 million years old.

"At most, only one million years old. Tsk, how did you practice it?"

There was a black shadow looking at Mu Fan, marveling at him, which was simply incredible.

This kid has practiced in less than a million years. How can he not attract attention?

Mu Fan is now in the spotlight.

"Little guy, sister is very curious, how did you get up?"

Not far away, a lazy voice came from a throne.

Mu Fan looked in the sound. Although he couldn't see the other person's true appearance clearly, he was sure that he was a woman, with a layer of fog on his body.

With this layer of fog, no one can see the other party clearly.

"System, are there all the old antiques here that have lived for trillions of years?"

Mu Fan secretly communicates with the system in his heart.

The system immediately responded: "Host, except for you, the youngest one here is the one who just talked to you. It has been one hundred trillion years and has lived a full 100 cosmic era."

"A cosmic epoch is one trillion years, and she lives for one hundred cosmic epochs."

"No one here lives less than a trillion years, is indeed an old antique. Be careful and don't be cheated to death."

The systematic words left Mu Fan speechless.

He didn't expect that every guy here had lived for a million years. What a long time it was.

How did this get through it? They were all a group of old antiques, each of them was ridiculously strong.

"Little guy, why don't you answer your sister?"

At this moment, the woman spoke, a little unhappy.

Mu Fan glanced at her and said casually: "I didn't want to come here when I invited me to come, but there was no way. The organizer didn't want me to continue winning below, so he came here."

“…”

The whole audience was silent, and when Mu Fan said this, he was stunned.

This guy actually said that the organizer invited him, which was crazy.

"Gee, funny kid." A crisp and quiet voice came.

The unknown woman smiled happily.

She quipped: "You are the most interesting little guy I have seen in a million years."

"Boy, you're crazy."

A cold snorted from the other side.

Mu Fan looked at it and saw a sage-shaped creature sitting on another throne, which was so hazy that it couldn't see clearly.

"Is crazy or not? Come here and try it. Just shut up if you have nothing to do."

Mu Fan replied, sitting quietly on this throne.

Buzz!

As soon as he sat down, the entire throne suddenly burst out with billions of divine lights, and a roulette suddenly appeared behind him, with three thousand patterns flashing on it.

A powerful aura filled with oppression.

Mu Fan was wearing a robe of the Emperor of Heaven and the crown of the Emperor of Heaven. The old god was sitting there, as if he was despising the audience, which attracted people's attention for a moment.

"I will teach you a lesson today if I haven't lived for a million years."

The tauren shouted angrily, poked out a furry hand, and gently patted Mu Fan.

That palm contained the sum of energy from hundreds of thousands of universes, destroying the world with one blow.

"roll!"

Mu Fan didn't move, but just shouted lightly, and saw the powerful energy flying backwards and smashing hard in front of the Tauren.

With a loud bang, a big explosion appeared, but was bound by an invisible force, and then annihilated and disappeared one by one.

There is a powerful and mysterious power restriction here, and there is no way to cause too much damage.

"Damn it."

The Tauren couldn't bear to worry about his face and was about to continue to take action.

"Quiet!"

A faint voice came, and the stigma trembled and he immediately became honest.

Mu Fan looked in the sound and saw an old figure standing in the center.

The entire venue was like a chaotic universe, with powerful figures sitting around them, representing their strength and identity.

Everyone looked at the mysterious old man with a hint of fear and awe.

"I am the referee of this senior stadium. Everything you will have to follow the rules of the game. Anyone who violates the rules will be erased."

The old man's words made the atmosphere of the entire field serious.

Mu Fan seemed to have some realization that this old man was the unknown strong man who had proposed to let him come up before.

Sure enough, he was very powerful, but he couldn't see through the other person's background and was moved.

"System, how strong is he?"

Mu Fan secretly communicates with the system.

I only heard the system say: "Host, He is a conceptualist above the dimension, belonging to the top strong people."

"Conceptor?" Mu Fan murmured to himself.

The system responds: "Yes, the conceptualist is an existence that transcends the essence, a powerful existence that is free from the perception of thinking. You can see it but cannot sense Him."

"Concepts are everywhere, cannot be captured, cannot be touched, and a thought lasts forever."

The systematic explanation aroused Mu Fan's heart.

A powerful existence above the super dimension, a conceptualist, a terrifying existence beyond the essence.

"How far am I from the conceptualist now?" Mu Fan asked with thoughts.

The system answered: "Host, you only need to light up 10 trillion cosmic cells in your body to break the concept, and one punch is no problem."

"10 trillion cosmic cells?"

Mu Fan nodded thoughtfully and understood.

Conceptors are very powerful, but they are not unreliable. They only need to light up 10 trillion cosmic cells in their own body to punch and have a small punch.

However, 1 billion cosmic cells have just been lit up, which seems very powerful, but in fact it is a thousand miles away from conceptualists.

There are 5690 billion universes in it, and it is still half way to reach the level that the system says.

It seems that if you want to make a good fortune this time, you must light up all the cosmic cells in your body as soon as possible, and strive to perfectly light up the 100 trillion cosmic cells in your body.

That is to say, Mu Fan still lacks a huge universe to support his invincible path.

"Everyone, let's talk about the rules before the game."

At this time, the concept-level old man spoke again.

He said: "According to the rules of the arena, you can choose a way of heaven from the field as your pawn, enter the field to compete, and the winner can receive the corresponding reward."

"In order to eliminate all secret operations, all the ways of heaven are selected by the event committee."

"Now, start your choice."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, his figure began to blur and disappeared.

Mu Fan could not even capture the slightest fluctuation of the other party, or even could not sense how it disappeared, and he was more vigilant about conceptual existence.
To be continued...