Golden Finger Arrived Only After I Became the Emperor

The world is more lively, with more arrogance, more legends, and more brilliance.

The ancient princes, as well as the once self-appointed geniuses, are taking advantage of the rapid growth of the Taoist world, trying to catch up with the top batch of geniuses in this world.

It will take some time, but it's something they can do.

Their foundations are not bad, full of potential, but they don't have all kinds of advanced means to strengthen themselves, and the Taoist world has given them this platform.

This is the emperors, what Meng Chuan wants to see, the more Tianjiao, the better, and the more powerful in the future, the better.

Looking at the thriving world, all the emperors are feeling the high quality of this life.

"If I had grown up in such an era, maybe I would have been able to prove the Tao forever." Dacheng Shengly sighed, recalling the past.

"If you were born in such an era, you would be beaten with a black nose and a swollen face." Huang Tian said solemnly.

"Maybe there is no one like you now." Shenhen answered.

Dacheng Shengji was furious, and said a few words in a row, such as the bird knows the great ambition, the holy spirit sees people as inferior.

All the emperors laughed, thinking that what Dacheng Saint Body said was reasonable, and what the two boys said was also reasonable.

Everything is possible.

The emperors discussed for a while, then gradually quieted down, and Meng Chuan spoke.

"Let me add another firewood for this prosperous world."

The eyes of the emperors instantly focused on Meng Chuan, looking at his back, everyone looked forward to it.

"Is it about to start?" Wushi was looking forward to it. If the grand scene depicted by the Emperor of Heaven could appear smoothly, he felt that his road to the world of mortals could be greatly accelerated.

He is already very fast, but if there is no comparison, there will be no harm. When compared with the Emperor of Heaven, he feels, slow, too slow, really too slow!

"The time is ripe." Meng Chuan nodded. For the human race, those who should be beaten have also been beaten, and those who should stand up have been established.

The hearts of the ancient people have been broken, even if some people reappear because of Meng Chuan's plan, it doesn't matter.

It will not have any subversive impact on the human race.

At the same time, when the ancient clan was born, he also dialed the secret to give the ancient Tianjiao some hints,

Tell them that the time has come for the birth of the ancient Tianjiao who has been sealed in the source of God.

There are also a lot of those Tianjiao, there are people left over from the blank period between the chaotic ancient times and the mythical age, and there are people from the ancient times in the mythical age.

As for the matters of the ancient clan, he didn't take them seriously.

The reason why I waited for a while was to perform a simulation, and to give the human race a chance, a chance to knock down the ancient clan from the altar and forge the prestige of the human race.

Meng Chuan looked at the universe and Beidou with an inexplicable expression and a bit of confusion.

In the past 15,000 years, Beidou has produced a number of alternative enlightened people.

The Gai Jiuyou eight people who just appeared, as well as the major holy lands, Emperor Lineage, each family has a few.

Just for the ancient star of the Big Dipper, within 15,000 years, there were dozens of other enlightened people, although the Big Dipper is a particularly prosperous planet in the universe.

But by looking at the leopard, we can also see how many alternative enlightenments can be achieved in the entire universe, plus the strange world in fifteen thousand years.

As for the quasi-emperor, the number is even greater.

Taoism is prosperous, cultivation techniques are popular, resources can keep up, there is no reason not to be strong.

With a lifespan of more than 10,000 years, even with time, some people with a little less talent and opportunity can also become quasi-emperors and other enlightened people.

Of course, the premise is that the talent and opportunity are only slightly different, not too much.

There is also the matter of how a universe in the Dharma-ending era can support so many strong people to practice.

If Meng Chuan hadn't filled the universe with the essence of the immortal king's corpse, allowing it to be born continuously, the universe would have been drained dry by alternative enlightened beings and quasi-emperors in 15,000 years.

However, for the good fortune contained in the corpse of the fairy king, the human resources that have been created for more than 100,000 years are just a drop in the bucket.

And since the beginning of the Dao calendar, there are still countless other enlightened people and quasi-emperors who have proclaimed themselves in the source of gods. If all of them were born, it would be a terrifying number.

Coupled with these arrogances of the Golden World, the results obtained after the success of Meng Chuan's plan.

To be honest, at that time, Wandi Tonghui might have been conservative.

The emperor here does not refer to an ordinary quasi-emperor, but at least a Jiuchongtian, or even a different kind of enlightened person.

"How can we help you? How can we help you?" Ji Lianxing asked expectantly.

Meng Chuan looked at his friend with a strange expression, "Others can help me, but you and Daoran can't."

Ji Lianxing was startled, a little puzzled, what does this mean?

Are you looking down on me, Tigress?

"Everyone, please give me a copy of the appearance, characteristics, and aura of all the monks who have witnessed the other kind of enlightened people in the past years, the quasi-emperor seven or eighty-nine heavens."

Meng Chuan turned his head and said to the emperors, as for whether the breath will be forgotten after so long, and where to find the original breath.

Forgot, can't find it, can't simulate a copy by yourself?

A few percent similarity is enough.

Besides, the emperors used to be the existence of the Great Emperor series at any rate. For the other kind of enlightened people, the quasi-emperor seventy-eight-nineth heaven, the impression is not only very deep, but also not so superficial, and not so easy to forget.

People who can go to that level, maybe they have competed with their Dilu, how can it be so easy to forget.

Hearing Meng Chuan's request, Ji Lianxing instantly understood why Meng Chuan said that he and Jiang Daoran could not help him.

Because the three of them were from the same era, of course Meng Chuan knew who the two of them knew.

Wushi and Qingdi later proved the Tao, but Wushi was born in the era of the Western Emperor. Qingdi's predecessor was the medicine of immortality. I don't know how many strong people he has seen.

"Emperor Zhun Qibajiu Chongtian?" I was surprised, how many people have reached Zhundi Qibajiu Chongtian from the early years of mythology to the present?

"Can it really be done?"

This is simply unimaginable. If it can be done, it will be terrifying.

"I can't guarantee these three levels of monks." Meng Chuan shook his head, "I just want to try, try my best, and count as many as I can."

To put it another way, Meng Chuan is just trying to be a person who is a seventy-eight-nine-level person in Zhundi.

If you can do it, you can do it.

Even in Meng Chuan's heart, he didn't think it would work, but Meng Chuan would not lose a piece of meat if he tried it.

"The more complete and clear the information you provide me, the greater the possibility."

There is also a big gap between Zhundi and Zhundi, not to mention other enlightened people, in the later period of Zhundi, in ancient times, he was called Xiaolong by the forbidden zone.

Willing to pay the price, get out of the restricted area, obliterate these dragons, and fill yourself.

The marks left by these little dragons in the world are naturally more profound.

The emperors were thinking, recalling the strong men they had seen.

And Wu Shi came to Meng Chuan's side, with a solemn expression on his face.

"God, my father and my mother?"

Meng Chuan looked at Wushi, "If you want, I can do it."

"However, if you want to get back 100 percent of them, I suggest you do it yourself in the future."

Wu Shi was startled, and immediately realized something, "Is there a hidden danger?"

Meng Chuan shook his head, "It's not a hidden danger."

"Just like the previous emperors, I helped them resurrect. They remember everything. Most of the primordial spirits are the same, but there are always some differences."

This is also the reason why the emperors changed their titles. They are the great emperors of the past, but they are not the great emperors in ancient history who have completely entered the present.

In the same way, although there are differences between what Meng Chuan is about to do and the previous resurrection, it is impossible for a person to reproduce completely, and the true spirit is the same.

In Meng Chuan's mind, after reincarnation, he is no longer the original person.

When it comes to a thorough resurrection, in today's world, Meng Chuan first recommends the method of the other side in a lifetime.

Directly change the long river of time, and completely fish out that person before he dies. In that case, he will still be him, without any change.

That is the real resurrection.