"The Emperor of Heaven is too honored." Meng Chuan said calmly.

The Emperor of Wanxing Tian looked at Meng Chuan and shook his head and said, "Dongning, don't refuse so simply. Time is very magical. Today you make a decision. In ten thousand years, thirty thousand years, your ideas may be different."

Meng Chuan was slightly stunned.

Yes, time is changing, and practitioners will also change.

"In the future, you need me, for example, if you need my help on the path of cultivation, just speak up." The Emperor of Ten Thousand Stars is still enthusiastic. "Every seven-game realm does not live for other powerful people, but has its own path of cultivation. Even if the owner of the White Bird Pavilion has kindness to you, there is a limit to the kindness. You should not delay your own practice for some favors."

"If you think about my words carefully," said the Emperor Wanxing Tianming, "My cave, welcome you to Dongning at any time."

"Thank you, Emperor Tian." Meng Chuan said angrily. The other party took the initiative to show his goodwill and still wanted to give it to the other party.

The Ten Thousand Stars Emperor nodded slightly, and this incarnation had already left.

Meng Chuan stood there thinking, he could feel the intention of making friends with Emperor Wanxingtian, and his kindness was obvious.

"I'm afraid the plan is quite good when I give such a heavy gift." Meng Chuan's face was solemn.

All the common sayings: show your kindness without any reason, either a traitor or a thief.

The Ten Thousand Stars Emperor gave gifts only for "making friends"? The Ten Thousand Stars Emperor could see the future. He could see the future lines of the powerful power of the Seven Tribulation Realm. His gifts from "ten millions of squares" must be far beyond "ten millions of squares".

The White Bird Pavilion was the leader of his own forces. He said it clearly when he gave the gift - Meng Chuan would not make things difficult for him. With this premise, Meng Chuan would take it. At that time, he was only in the Six Tribulation Realm. The treasures given by the White Bird Pavilion were all important treasures of the Yuanshen lineage, which were much higher than those given by the Ten Thousand Stars Emperor.

Emperor Wanxing Tianshen was vague and his requirements were not clear. How dare Meng Chuan accept it?

The debt of favor is the most difficult to repay.

"The White Bird Pavilion's owner acts openly and honestly. The Ten Thousand Stars Emperor seems enthusiastic, but in fact he wants to bind me with cause and effect." Meng Chuan doesn't like the Ten Thousand Stars Emperor just because of this. "Well, there is no need to think too much. The stronger his strength is, the greater the wind and rain. It's time to go to Huasheng Mountain to practice."

*******

The secret realm of Shanwu, painting the holy mountain.

"I've met the Lord of Dongning City." The thin old man in black robe saluted quite respectfully. He was the Master of the Poison Eyes of the Six Tribulation Realm of the Yuanshen who was responsible for guarding the secret realm of Shanwu.

"Master Poison Eyes." Meng Chuan observed the other party.

"The city lord just calls me Poisonous Eyes." The thin old man in black robe said humbly, "The last time the city lord came to Shanwu Secret Realm was still the Six Tribulation Realm. In a blink of an eye, he was already a powerful figure in the Seven Tribulation Realm. Poisonous Eyes admired him."

Master Poisonous Eye has long mastered the three rules of the Six Tribulation Realm and is trapped in the final bottleneck. However, the master of Dongning City has been practicing for a short time. He first understands the rules of space and then masters the rules of the Hundong, and has become a powerful figure in the Seven Tribulation Realm. This makes Master Poisonous Eye quite envious. He was frantically revenge by the Black Demon Palace. Even though many soul clones gather and disperse from the heart, the alien power still penetrates each soul clone. Unless his own soul transforms to the seventh tribulation realm level, and the soul is powerful and actively rejects the alien power, no one except the Black Demon Palace can save him.

Meng Chuan's strength has increased greatly now, and wherever he is, the original realm naturally spreads. At first glance, he noticed the strange power entangled in the soul clone of the thin old man in black robe.

"Your injury?" Meng Chuan looked at him.

"It was the master of the Nightmare Palace who took action himself." said the thin old man in black robe, "I used the strange power contained in the legendary 'Nightmare Palace'. The Lord of the Baihua Palace helped me ask the World Ancestor for help... I could not expel the strange power of the Nightmare Palace."

"Oh? Can you let me see?" Meng Chuan asked. He knew that the Nightmare Palace was a treasure of inheritance and was extremely terrifying.

"Thank you City Lord." The thin old man in black robe was also somewhat expectant. The Ancestor of the Realm is in the Seven Tribulation Realm of the Yuanshen, and so is the Lord of Dongning City. Maybe there is a way to save him? If the alien power is expelled, he will completely recover and be able to live for tens of thousands of years.

A wisp of the power of Meng Chuan's soul penetrated the soul clone of the thin old man in black robe.

"Hmm?" Meng Chuan clearly discovered it as soon as he penetrated.

There is a strange rule that has affected the soul of Master Poison Eyes everywhere. This strange power is a regular existence and is very mysterious. It has affected the soul of Master Poison Eyes everywhere, and should even be able to affect all other real clones.

"Is this the power of nightmare?" Meng Chuan knew much more than Master Poisonous Eyes. The information given by the White Bird Hall had long recorded the terrible power of nightmare. Fortunately, the master of Nightmare Palace was not at a high level, and using the inheritance treasure could only exert a little power. If the master of Nightmare Palace reached the top seven-tribulation realm and used the inheritance treasure, Master Poisonous Eyes would probably be much more serious injure, and he would have died long ago.

The two inherited treasures of the Black Demon Palace have no less help to the Seven Tribulation Realm than the Eternal Secret Treasures.

"Although the power of nightmare is only a little bit, it is too mysterious. I am afraid that I can master the rules of time and space and reach the half-step Eight Tribulation Realm before I can try to break it." Meng Chuan could sense the strangeness and terribleness of the power of nightmare, and thus understand the power of the Eight Tribulation Realm even more.

"City lord has a way?" the thin old man in black robe couldn't help asking.

"There's no way." Meng Chuan thought and shook his head, "If there is a solution in the future, I will come to you."

"City Lord..." The thin old man in black robe was a little grateful.

Meng Chuan still admires this Master Duoye who is jealous of evil and has a great hatred with the Black Demon Palace. Unfortunately, he can't help him now.

"You don't have to worry about me. I am in the secret realm of Shanwu, and I can only practice in front of Huasheng Mountain." Meng Chuan said, and then took a step to the foot of Huasheng Mountain.

A cave covering an area of ​​several miles was arrived with a wave of hands.

Meng Chuan, the clone of the soul, lives in seclusion in this cave, looking up at the wall of the Huasheng Mountain that is 90,000 miles high, and looking at the shocking masterpieces.

Thirty-three paintings are all extraordinary.

"Start painting."

Sitting in the study, there was a blank scroll in front of Meng Chuan.

This blank scroll was refined by Meng Chuan himself, and it consumed 800 square meters of material. The scroll is as long as a length, width and size of millions of miles. Its speciality is that it is large enough and has extraordinary material, which is enough to carry some powerful paintings.

Meng Chuan first began to paint paintings of the "Hundong Yizhi". Starting with the rules of the Hundong, he could better understand the essence of these paintings.

...

Time passes, and thirty years pass by in a blink of an eye.

In thirty years, the long river of time and space has also been surging. The conflicts between many top forces have always existed. The half-step and seven-tribulation realm have fought several times, and the White Bird Hall has also participated in many battles, but Meng Chuan has not allowed Meng Chuan to take action! Because many battles are disputes between the six-tribulation realm under his command, it is rare to take action in the half-step and seven-tribulation realm. The seven-tribulation realm also needs to comprehend and practice. Until the realm is really important, the seven-tribulation realm will not appear in the battle. But once it appears, it will also attract the attention of top forces from all sides of the long river of time and space.

Meng Chuan has been painting for the past thirty years.

When he was in the Six Tribulation Realm, his vision was still shallow. After becoming the Seven Tribulation Realm, he mastered the spatial rules and the original rules of "Mundong Rules", and his understanding was naturally different.

"Thirty years, thirty-two paintings." Meng Chuan felt that the harvest in these thirty years was too great.

There are thirty-two paintings, each of which he paints very seriously.

The ones that gain a lot, even the second time, the third time...

In thirty years, Meng Chuan has a deeper understanding of time, space and the ten major origin rules. How do the ten major origin rules work together? How can time and space lead to many rules? At least they have a vague understanding.

"There are thirty-three paintings." Meng Chuan looked up, his eyes passed through the window of the study, crossed the courtyard wall of the cave, looked at the wall of the Sacred Mountain that was 90,000 miles high, and looked at the only one of the thirty-three paintings - a simple painting.

The other thirty-two paintings are very complicated and contain at least one original rule.

Only the painting in the center has only six strokes!

The six very random strokes, each stroke is different, and each stroke seems to tear apart the chaos and open up the universe. The six strokes intertwined each other, and even more, they are derived from countless mystery.

Meng Chuan instinctively felt that this painting was much more brilliant and difficult to comprehend, so he put it to the end.
Chapter completed!