Martial Godly Emperor

The Sword Wave landed solidly on the wall, and the string of bubbles that popped out from the wall dissipated.    

What surprised Meng Yu was that not even a trace of it was left on the wall.    

This could be said to be a full-powered strike, but it was unable to cause any substantial damage to the wall.    

Meng Yu was not willing to give up. He did not want to be trapped here forever.    

"Rain Dream!"    

"Withered!"    

"Sword Out of Rainbow!"    

"Winter Night!"    

"'Sunset Wild Sand! '"    

"..."    

A powerful Sword-style was swung out by him and hit the surrounding walls.    

He was gasping for breath. More than half of the Yuan energy in his body had been consumed.    

However, the walls did not budge.    

His all-out attack was like a lamb that had fallen into the mouth of a wolf.    

"Dark Prison, no wonder this place is called a prison"    

"This is trapping people here, telling me not to go out?"    

Meng Yu's heart sank.    

He would rather face all kinds of powerful experts and powerful Odd Beasts. Even if he could die at any time, he would not want to be trapped here for the rest of his life.    

The thing that made people despair the most might not be death.    

Because death was often accompanied by relief.    

The most desperate thing was that you knew of a very tragic ending. You tried everything you could to change this ending. You put in all your effort, but found that it was useless. Just like the current him.    

He felt powerless all over his body.    

The Purple Dance Sword fell off his hand and fell to the ground with a bang.    

His body slowly knelt down like a deflated ball and then lay on the ground.    

The torch was still burning with a bang. The swaying flame illuminated the surroundings. A string of gorgeous bubbles appeared on his body. The bubbles mischievously appeared in front of his eyes and then disappeared.    

The surrounding silence and endless loneliness enveloped him.    

A day passed.    

Two days passed.    

Only on the third day did he recover from this state.    

"This is nothing. If I can't go out, then I can't go out. I'm alive and well now, there's no danger at all."    

"As long as a person doesn't die, there will definitely be a day when he comes out."    

"Since I'm trapped here, then I'll have to cultivate a powerful strength to break through this shackle No one can trap me to death! "    

He smiled bitterly and decided to start cultivating.    

That was true. He had seen all sorts of storms and waves. He had escaped death many times. Could it be that he was afraid of being trapped here?    

Actually, it was because he was too anxious. He felt that he could find Tang Rou after entering this place. Unfortunately, he could not do it.    

He sat on the ground, holding some high grade Elemental Stone in his hand.    

This palace's Heavenly Dao was very rich. When he started cultivating, the surrounding Yuan Qi wrapped around his body layer by layer.    

A month later, he, who had already reached the great circle of the late Primary Tribulation Stage, decided to test his strength again.    

He released many powerful Sword Waves.    

Even the Fire Lotus was wrapped around some of the Sword Wave, increasing its power.    

Unfortunately, the walls of the palace were still very solid. His attacks were just like before, unable to harm it at all.    

"Could it be that he wants me to increase my strength to an unimaginable level here before breaking the walls?"    

"This is the true meaning of the Darkness Prison?"    

Meng Yu sat down again.    

Since there was nothing else, he would start cultivating.    

When he sat down.    

He suddenly thought of something.    

Why were his attacks aimed at those walls?    

Why didn't he attack other places?    

When he thought of this, his eyes lit up. He jumped up from the ground, and the treasured sword in his hand waved out a few sharp Sword Waves, which he threw at the few targets.    

The stone door was completely unharmed.    

The stone tablet remained motionless.    

The torch fell a little, but it did not show any signs of movement.    

Meng Yu was a little depressed, but there were still some places he had not attacked.    

For example, the ground and the ceiling of the Sky Flower.    

Very quickly.    

Two purple Sword Wave gathered and attacked from top to bottom.    

Boom!    

The ground shook slightly.    

The Sword Wave that was hitting the ceiling did not make any sound.    

It was like a mud cow that had fallen into the sea.    

Meng Yu felt strange.    

Because no matter which target it hit, it would make some noise.    

But when it hit the target, it didn't make any sound.    

"Then, is there something up there?"    

Meng Yu raised his head to look.    

A layer of black fog made it hard for him to see what was up there.    

He flapped the remaining Wind-thunder Wings and flew up.    

The Wind-thunder Wings had suffered a serious damage in the Flame Peak.    

Fortunately, it could still be used.    

However, Meng Yu still put it away after a while.    

He could not see what was happening behind the fog, and neither could the Spiritual Consciousness invade.    

Meng Yu could only take the risk and fly inside to take a look.    

He held the Purple Dance Sword in his hand and opened up a path in front of him.    

The sharp tip of the sword pierced through the layer of fog.    

After that, Meng Yu also flew into the fog.    

What was this place?    

It was pitch black.    

However, there were still some bubbles popping up from time to time.    

In the darkness, he saw a light source.    

Explode, burn.    

In the light source, some images were moving.    

It was a pitch black starry sky.    

There were some people fighting over there.    

He could feel the aura of the vicissitudes of time.    

Meng Yu stood there, feeling a chill run down his spine from the bottom of his heart.    

Those people who were fighting were many times stronger than his Cultivation Level.    

All of them were emitting the supreme Heavenly Dao or Dao Tribulation.    

When these techniques were used, every single one of them was an existence that could destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth.    

Even though Meng Yu only looked at these images, he still felt a burst of suffocation.    

It could be seen that this was an ancient catastrophe initiated by an almighty expert.    

In that vast starry sky, there were many beautiful worlds.    

However, in their battle, they kept exploding and dying.    

These people fought from one side to the other at a speed so fast that it was impossible to see them clearly. Their bodies were covered in blood and were covered in wounds.    

Some died, some were seriously injured, and some fled.    

Countless small and dimensional worlds fell, turning into starstones, even shattering into dust.    

Several large worlds also split apart.    

The weak cultivators and mortals died. They cried out miserably, crying, even their souls scattered, turning into ashes.    

This was originally a flourishing and beautiful place.    

Later on, it became ruins.    

Some of the survivors started to rebuild their homes.    

Among them, there was a world that only received minor creations. There were many powerful beings who were cleaning up the Dao Tribulation and sins there. This world was the predecessor of Lingkun.    

The vast ocean and the mulberry fields were located at the edge of the Lingkun, where the once glorious worlds were stored.    

When Meng Yu saw this, he seemed to have forgotten to breathe.    

This was a scene that he had never seen before in his life.    

He had heard of the ancient catastrophe, but no one knew exactly what had happened. Today, he finally saw it.    

In the next moment, the scene circulated.    

He saw that in the Lingkun, there were many dimensional realms. Each dimensional realm was filled with countless Xiaoqian World, and among them, there were also many wandering crystals.    

However, apart from the world in the Lingkun and the ancient ruins at its border, he didn't see any other world.    

The world in the Lingkun kept shrinking and shrinking in the image.    

It was surrounded by endless darkness.    

The world of Lingkun had shrunk to the point where only the golden light of Lingkun could be seen. The rest of the world, Xiaoqian World, had become insignificant dust.    

In the boundless starry sky, the Lingkun was lonely because there were no other worlds that existed far away from it.    

When Meng Yu saw this, he sucked in a breath of cold air.    

Could it be that there were no other worlds besides the Lingkun?    

If that was the case, then how did mother and Ning Family leave the Lingkun?    

Where did they go?    

"You're finally here."    

A gentle voice rang in his ear.