The first thousand five hundred and eighty first chapters
Thirty thousand years old, his vitality and blood are like the setting sun, and Meng Chuan also has a few strands of white hair on his temples.
But Meng Chuan still has thousands of years to live.
"This is my first time to experience the feeling of aging..." Meng Chuan experienced it carefully.
It is helpless to say that he has never aged since he became emperor in the human realm.
After comprehending the world of mortals and the road to immortality, he forcibly transformed again and again, becoming an immortal nine times and becoming an immortal ten times.
After each transformation, Meng Chuan had tens of thousands of lifespans, but he never used up these lifespans before starting the next transformation, and his lifespan increased greatly again.
I have never felt the feeling of aging in my life, unlike other immortals in the world.
I never thought I would make up for this regret now.
Meng Chuan stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the setting sun, just like he had in this life.
Another five thousand years passed, and Meng Chuan was already thirty-five thousand years old in this life.
For the past five thousand years, Meng Chuan has been meditating, sometimes looking up at the sky, as if he could see through the boundary wall and see the bright world outside.
Thirty-five thousand years have passed, and the prosperous times outside have also reached a period of peace. Many of the most powerful geniuses have also reached the pinnacle of human nature, and are pursuing their own path to becoming immortals.
But this is destined to be a long time.
Even if it is the future Original Emperor (Footprint Emperor), although Meng Chuan does not know which path he will take, he will not become an immortal even if it takes hundreds of thousands of years.
But there are many disturbances from the outside world, and the glorious world has nothing to do with Meng Chuan.
I just think they are noisy.
Thirty-five thousand years old, Meng Chuan's Qi and blood have declined visibly to the naked eye, with wisps of white hair on his head, and aging is obvious.
In the vast world, apart from the world itself, there is nothing familiar to Meng Chuan.
Thirty-five thousand years in one life is not unusual.
But in the Age of Ending Dharma, one can live for 35,000 years in one lifetime. Once word spreads, it will shock the world.
But this was not the end. Meng Chuan lived for another four thousand years, reaching the age of thirty-nine thousand years!
At this age, Meng Chuan's hair is really gray and his days are numbered.
"The great Dao Li Heavenly Emperor will also have this day."
Meng Chuan chuckled, this is unbelievable, who in Daoli could have imagined that Meng Chuan would become like this.
No one except himself knows whether he has figured out a practical way to fight immortals.
On the coast, Meng Chuan looked at the boundless sea. With his help in nature, he could see the entire world.
Although this skill is not worth mentioning to his real body.
His hair is white, his face is covered with wrinkles, his energy and blood are declining, and his life is drying up.
Now that Meng Chuan is standing in the crowd, people would not connect him with the Taoist ancestor from 39,000 years ago.
The gap is too big.
"I don't know how long it has been since ancient times. Are you all okay?" Meng Chuan was lost in thought.
"Has the curse been cast on Zai's body, and has it been resolved?"
Well, these words seem to reveal something...
"I don't know how many years have passed, how far my other cub has come, and whether the Emperor of Heaven is happy with what he has done."
Meng Chuan thought about the longer future.
The chaotic ancient times will definitely not last long. After all, including his growth years before the peak of humanity, he has only lived in Diluo for more than 39,000 years.
But it was different with Ye Fan and the others.
After Meng Chuan went back to ancient times, the flow of time with Dao Li was very unstable, sometimes fast and sometimes steady.
At this moment, a long time has passed again. We are in Emperor Luo and we are further and further away from Dao Li. It is estimated that the flow of time will become more unstable.
The fleeting moment has passed, and the goodbye has already changed forever.
Meng Chuan wanted to ask Zhang Sanfeng, but thought better of it.
Let him flow.
Anyway, nothing big will happen.
After another five hundred years, which is just one monkey's time, Meng Chuan's longevity has completely come to an end, and he is full of twilight.
When Meng Chuan sits in a mortal teahouse, anyone would just think that he is a dying old man.
Listening to the storyteller in the teahouse telling the story of Taozu, Meng Chuan smiled, drank the tea in the cup, and left here, this city, and the world.
"That's almost it." Meng Chuan said to himself.
Thirty-nine thousand and five hundred years, which is a lot of monkey time.
Now that his life has come to an end, Meng Chuan is not prepared to extend his life.
He is going to become an immortal.
Meng Chuan did not look back at this mortal world, his body gradually bloomed with fairy light, and the twilight energy was washed away.
His white hair turned black, glowing like fairy gold.
The wrinkles on the face disappeared, the skin became shiny and energetic, and the appearance of a heroic young man returned.
Meng Chuan did not extend his life, but instead forcibly strengthened the immortal essence in his body, burned the remaining life, and temporarily returned to his peak.
The earth-shattering momentum spread, sweeping across the sky, the sea, and endless islands.
Meng Chuan's combat power has reached its peak, well, the peak of his life.
The waves of air were surging, forcing everything in the world to retreat. Even the laws had to be avoided, and they did not dare to approach Meng Chuan.
"War Immortal..."
The supreme fighting power exploded, the void shattered, and the avenue became empty.
"Kacha!"
Meng Chuan's origin was actually torn apart, as if he couldn't bear this supreme combat power.
This kind of fighting power is too overbearing, and the method and path taken during this trip are also too overbearing.
Regarding the rupture of the origin, Meng Chuan had no fluctuation in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.
Since the current source cannot carry the current combat power, then get a new ship!
The heaven and earth were annihilated inch by inch, permanently damaged, the dark void flowed like water waves, the avenue was wailing, and it quickly retreated, not daring to approach Meng Chuan.
Meng Chuan's life source is burning, and the scope of his influence is getting wider and wider.
This kind of power is too overbearing and has a great impact on people and the external environment.
The failure of the Fighting Saint Emperor to transform into a Fighting Immortal directly led to a great change in the world, making the environment of the world no longer suitable for survival. This was the direct reason why thousands of ancient races became self-proclaimed.
He failed to transform into a war immortal, directly ending the ancient era.
With Meng Chuan's current strength, if he fails, the origin of this world will be affected, the great road will be damaged, and no emperor will be born within a million years.
"boom!"
The supreme combat power blasted through the sky, the will materialized, the heaven and the earth seemed to be sinking, Meng Chuan's origin was completely destroyed, and was destroyed by his own combat power.
But Meng Chuan's momentum has not declined at all, it is still high-spirited, and the boundary wall has been penetrated.
Wisps of light with an inexplicable luster appeared next to Meng Chuan and poured into his body.
On this road, the word combat power seems to have been given a special nature. It is not a simple concept like it normally is.
Endless, fighting spirit soaring to the sky, every corner of the world is filled.
Meng Chuan used his 39,500 years of harvest to control this combat power, and used his unique method to elicit something with his combat power.
"Boom!"
The heaven and earth were shaken so violently that in Meng Chuan's eyes, the vast world of mortals had even materialized.
The mortal world is misty, the desires are endless, and the excitement is endless.
Wisps of strange light burst out from the mortal world and came to him, trying to entangle him, bewitch him, and keep him in the mortal world.
It probably means, come on, be happy.
Meng Chuan directly walked over and told this gorgeous mortal world to get away.
The world is vast and the entanglement of cause and effect prevents people from transcending.
War Immortal, with supreme fighting power, he breaks through this world with tyranny.
The true sky cannot cover the eyes, the earth cannot bury the body, and desires cannot deceive the heart.
All the brilliance on Meng Chuan's body that was different from that of the mortal world poured into his body, reconstructing his origin.
At the same time, Meng Chuan himself is bombarding this vast world, breaking the constraints.
If the old doesn't go away, the new won't come.
The new origin is reorganized, the earthly world fades away, and there is no need for it.
The origin of the War Immortal exudes dazzling light, but it is not gentle, and the people it stabs will bleed and shed tears.
Meng Chuan's physical body was suddenly annihilated, and only the origin of the War Immortal was shining.
Finally, based on the origin of the War Immortal, the physical body of the War Immortal was reorganized, and the spirit of the War Immortal was reversely derived.
