After a pause, he continued to say lightly: "When you and I fight, no matter what the final result will be, it will become a secret. I don't want Mengyan to be sad and sad."

Ban Ming and Qian Changsheng, one is Xi Mengyan's love and the other is Xi Mengyan's close relative, but now they are in opposition. One of them must fall. No matter what the ending is, it can be said to be the root of pain for Xi Mengyan.

Ban Ming also knew what Qian Changsheng said, so he said sincerely: "That's not necessarily. If you die, I believe Mengyan wouldn't feel that there is anything wrong with her. Anyway, you are just a stranger who has never met before, and a conspirator who intends to kill countless creatures in the universe. After knowing the truth, she might even kill her relatives for justice. And I'm different. I am her favorite person. If I die, she will definitely not be able to survive. So if you really think about your granddaughter, I think you should just commit suicide."

"Haha." Qian Changsheng laughed in silence and shook his head and said, "You have your position, and I have my shoulders. You don't want to see blood flowing into a river. As early as the Age of the Confucian Gods, in order to allow me to live to this era and participate in this feast, blood flowing into a river. They put their last hope on me, so how could I let them down?"

Ban Ming was silent.

Speaking of this, there seems to be nothing more to say.

Silence for a moment.

In silence, the madman who had been watching without saying anything suddenly smiled and said, "You two, if you have enough reminiscence, hurry up and start. I don't mind being a testimony for you. I can promise you that no matter who wins in the end, I will hand over the Heavenly Dao Wheel to him."

Ban Ming looked at the madman with some doubts.

The madman shrugged and smiled carelessly: "For me, this era is still too lonely and lacks real opponents. I am looking forward to the arrival of that great era. I believe that the world will be much more exciting at that time."

"I'm afraid that that era is no longer your era." Qian Changsheng glanced at him.

The madman grinned and said, "But your time has long passed. I will not let go when I am guarding the past. Why bother?"

Qian Changsheng's eyes were slightly cold, he withdrew his gaze, looked at Ban Ming again, and said, "I only use one move."

Ban Ming's eyes were stern, and he knew that this must be an extremely powerful move, so he immediately focused on his guard.

I saw Qian Changsheng holding a silver bowl with his right hand, but his left hand stretched straight into the middle of the bowl.

Ban Ming's pupils shrank.

Because he knew what was at the mouth of the silver bowl, it was an extremely terrifying force of artistic conception, and anything that touched it would turn into nothingness.

At the beginning, he used this silver bowl to kill Xisuo.

Now, Qian Changsheng's fingers pointed at the invisible barrier sealed at the mouth of the bowl.

His fingers did not turn into nothingness.

Then, as Qian Changsheng's fingers lifted from the mouth of the bowl, a hazy silver light pulled out from the mouth of the bowl, and finally condensed into a silver ball of light at Qian Changsheng's fingertips.

Buzz —

The invisible artistic conception fluctuates with the silver ball of light as the center point and the void as the medium of communication, and ripples silently.

When this wave radiated through Ban Ming and the madman's bodies, both of them were shocked and their faces changed suddenly.

What a terrifying power of artistic conception? If you don’t feel a trace of vitality, some of them are just pure and ultimate destruction and ending.

In an instant, they seemed to see the long river of time drying out, the space and universe collapsed, everything disappeared, and the heaven and earth disappeared.

Looking at this silver ball of light, Qian Changsheng's eyes were a little complicated and emotional, and he took the initiative to say, "This is the 'end of the end', which was the last era. When I saw the world breaking and all things return to death, I realized - no, to be precise, it is something drawn from a cat and tiger. Only that gate truly possesses the 'end of the end' that can truly destroy all things to return to the source. And the 'end of the end' that I have realized is only one ten thousandth of..."

Ban Ming's face immediately became a little ugly.

Only by watching a tiger can you truly draw the tiger bones, and only by watching a waterfall can you truly draw the majestic waterfall. If you have not seen and felt it with your own eyes, you will never know the true essence of it.

The same is true for this "end of meaning".

If you have never seen the scene where the era of destruction of the universe ends, you will not be able to understand the true "end of the end", even if it is superficial.

That is the power of artistic conception that can end everything, whether it is time or space, tangible or invisible, powerful or weak.

In essence, this law of heaven and earth has a higher level than the laws of time and space.

Now, Qian Changsheng, as the only survivor of the Age of the Gods, was fortunate to witness the unreplicable scene with his own eyes, so he realized the "end of meaning" and sealed it at the mouth of the silver bowl to protect the Yuanling of the Son of God inside.

Even if it is only one in ten thousand, it is enough to ensure that no existence can harm the Son of God inside.

"This kind of artistic conception is too taboo. Even if I, the one who understands it, only understands it in that moment, and then it can only be erased by force. Otherwise, it will lead to the thunder punishment from that sect, and I will not have any chance of life."

Qian Changsheng looked at Ban Ming calmly and said slowly: "This is my most powerful method. If you can block my finger, I will fulfill you."

Ban Ming couldn't help but thrill. Such a terrifying power of artistic conception is strictly beyond the scope that humans can understand. This power should only be mastered by the gate of mythology, and can create and destroy the world.

Ban Ming asked himself, even if his Tai Chi artistic conception is strong, he is just starting out. How can he compete with this "end of meaning"?

There is no need to have a real confrontation, Ban Ming already knows the answer.

"Madman." Ban Ming suddenly looked at the madman and said seriously: "Don't you feel regretful? A powerful opponent with the 'endless intention' may no longer appear even in the next era. If you lose this opponent, you may have to wait for the previous life!"

When the madman heard this, he felt a little bit of intention in his eyes, and his eyes looking at Qian Changsheng became different from before, with a hint of fanaticism.

Even though he knew that Ban Ming was driving the wolf, as Ban Ming said, such an opponent might never be met again. If he missed this time, he might regret it for the rest of his life.

"How could Mengyan fall in love with a shameless person like you?" Qian Changsheng chuckled slightly when he heard this, not a belittlement tone, but just a little amused.

Shameless? Ban Ming would rather understand this sentence as praising him for his knowledge of advancement and retreat and understanding of flexibility.

Ban Ming was very afraid of death. He was to survive and could withstand the thunderstorm of thousands of times. There were many people in this world who he cared about and could not let go. How could he die in obscurity in this central fart that no one knew about - not the eyes of the formation? If he could survive, it would be understandable to be shameless occasionally.

After Qian Changsheng said this, his smile did not change, but his figure suddenly moved. In the blink of an eye, it took dozens of kilometers to reach Ban Ming's depth less than 500 meters!

"However, there are some things that you can't escape just by trying to escape."

When this spiritual wave with a faint tone emanates, a finger containing the world's destructive artistic conception was silently pointed out, pointing to Ban Ming's eyebrows.

It was not the first time Ban Ming had approached death with his pupils suddenly shrunk, but he never felt that death was so close to him.

Perhaps it is because Qian Changsheng's finger itself contains a breath of destruction and death?

And the universe and the universe are withering and extinct under this finger, let alone a physical body?

Before this finger could be truly touched, Ban Ming could already feel that the vitality and even life span in his body were like an hour hand that had been tweaked dozens of times faster, quickly losing and dissipating from his body.

Retreat? There is no way to retreat!

Because Qian Changsheng's speed is incredibly fast!

It was at this moment that Ban Ming discovered an amazing fact, that is—

Qian Changsheng, whom he said, was not his true body, but his body of the Yang God!

Without the constraints of the body, Qian Changsheng's speed is already the best in the world!

"Is this going to die?"

Ban Ming's pupils contracted, and his slightly opened mouth let out a silent roar.

My destiny is up to me, but my god!

Swish!

Going beyond the limit, fifteen supreme magic weapons appeared in front of Ban Ming, all of which burst out with the power of magic weapons that would make the world tremble. Among them, there are even magic weapons like the Heavenly Demon Banner that can capture people's souls.

However, Qian Changsheng's expression did not change at all.

Because his finger is beyond your control!

Just a wave of artistic conception, the pressure of all the supreme magic weapons suddenly became nothingness like a fire that was wiped out. Even these magic weapons themselves seemed to have instinctive fear and trembled violently.

boom!

A force erupted from Qian Changsheng's fingertips, and all the magic weapons flew out.

Fight!

Seeing that even the Supreme Magical Weapon was useless, Ban Ming gritted his teeth and pointed out the same point, and a wave of artistic conception exploded at his fingertips.

"Tai Chi?"

Qian Changsheng's eyes were clear, and the silver ball of light at his fingertips was still slapped at Ban Ming's eyebrows persistently.

"pity."

In an instant, the distance between Ban Ming and Qian Changsheng was less than two meters.

“Too weak.”

When the spiritual fluctuations of these two words spread out from Qian Changsheng's body, the two fingers that were about to meet were less than ten centimeters.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Ban Ming's body involuntarily retreated.

This is impossible. At this moment, unless Ban Ming’s speed is faster than Qian Changsheng, he can only distance himself from each other.

However, this impossible really happened.

What made all this happen was a white and slim little hand.

Yang Yaren's eyes were as clear as water. She suddenly appeared. Not only did she push Ban Ming back with one palm, she herself replaced Ban Ming and met Qian Changsheng.

"No--" Such a shout of hoarseness only sounded in Ban Ming's heart.

What appeared in his mind was the scene when Uncle Ghost stood in front of him in order to save him.

Is the same thing going to happen again?

However, all this happened too quickly, Ban Ming could not stop it, and could only watch Yang Yaren's Subai's palms touching Qian Changsheng's fingers.

However, in the expectation, the situation where Yang Yaren turned into nothingness under Qian Changsheng's finger did not appear. Yang Yaren stood in front of Ban Ming intact.

"This, this is impossible!" Qian Changsheng showed a shock for the first time since his appearance.
To be continued...