The whistling of sword qi, for a while, even suppressed the majestic aura brought about by the transformation of the original source of yin and yang. He Wuliangfa, the black-haired Taoist stood in the center of this vast and majestic torrent of vitality, his sleeves fluttered slightly.

Four swords fell down, criss-crossing, and this terrifying catastrophe of yin and yang was forcibly blocked, like a terrifying beast locked by countless chains, even the howling of the torrent of vitality carried a sense of powerlessness feeling, and the space is directly locked by this terrifying sword array.

Wei Yuan stepped down, and on the huge yin and yang source, ripples were stirred up in circles, exuding white light, and rushed in all directions. Safe and peaceful.

"The yin and yang instruments suppress Wanfang."

Regardless of the yin and yang inside and outside of the ten directions, or the four images and eight trigrams.

Water and fire, time, life and death.

All concepts, all suppressed!

Overbearing!

I am Yuanshi Tianzun, the birth and death of all dharmas, and the suppression of everything.

Hou Tu looked at the figure who was stepping on the yin and yang, surrounded by sword energy, and when his gaze was turning, his expression was calm but with a domineering gaze, and he murmured: "This, this is..."

Xihuang's voice was flat and cold: "Zhu Xian Sword Formation."

"It seems to be something in a story book in the human world. This guy hasn't read a few books, so he didn't bother to name it, so he used it directly, but even so, the lethality is terrifying..."

Houtu spoke for his friend, and said in a soft voice: "Yuan's combat power has always been very strong."

Xihuang raised his eyebrows and said lightly:

"Is it enough to compete with at least four of the same level of Dao fruit level?"

There seemed to be a moment of hesitation and bewilderment on Houtu's soft and gentle face.

She seems to be completely unable to combine this so-called "being able to defeat the four Dao fruits by herself" with her memory, saying that she is the happiest person in the world, has good cooking and pottery skills, and wants to create organs but is clumsy. Friends connect.

Xihuang looked at the figure over there, and said lightly: "Perhaps, the four Daoguo are underestimated."

"After all, it's just those four swords, each of which is based on the prototype of Daoguo."

"Being able to control such a four-handed sword, with its strength, the blood-stained clothes of the top ten peaks are not empty words. Even in the face of the foundation of the catastrophe and the origin of all things, it may be possible to forcibly use the sword formation to defeat them. Temporarily suppress the seal, in order to completely resolve it in the future."

Four-handed Dao fruit-level divine weapon?!

Even with a character like Houtu, he felt the ripples in his heart in an instant, and then looked at the black-haired Taoist over there, and suddenly sighed in a low voice, with a gentle voice: "In this way, He has suffered a lot over the years."

At this moment, in this place, Wei Yuan forcibly suppressed the embryonic form of the catastrophe with his own sword array and foundation. The foundation and one's own true spirit and Dao fruit were turned into a seal, and the rotation of yin and yang was gathered just now.

But after all, this catastrophe was still shrinking and suppressed under the power of the sword array.

And at the same time—

Great Wilderness Chaoge City.

"The characteristic of [Fate] is to control, and the line used by fate to control all living beings is the many distracting thoughts in our hearts. Even the thoughts that we once thought about have never completely disappeared, and they are still hidden in our fate. Above, and the Dao Fruit of [Destiny], you can use these remaining thoughts to control everyone."

"Unconsciously, without a trace."

"Only without thinking and without thinking can it be possible to completely resist such erosion."

Zhuge Wuhou, who was dressed in white, sat on a chair and said the integrated things in a gentle voice. He wanted to let the masters of alchemy in the world gather their talents and try their best to create a method that can absorb the soul and use it to the greatest extent. Minimize the interference of fate to a certain extent.

After the matter was over, Dayi helped Zhuge Wuhou to rest, and said in a low voice, "This seems difficult."

The young Marquis Wu sighed: "

It is difficult, but it needs to be done. "

"Otherwise, there are many people with distracting thoughts in the human world. If they are all controlled and turned into a link controlled by [fate], then how will we deal with ourselves, and how can we deal with ourselves?"

The young Marquis Wu sighed, followed by a violent cough.

Dayi stood beside him with lowered eyes, without saying a word.

Ever since Zhuge Wuhou tried to strip his own soul to isolate the interference of many gods and demons, his body began to deteriorate. After that, more and more things were involved, and the time for practice was not enough. The more you lose, you can only rely on diet to make up for the loss of your body, but you can support it somewhat.

However, after the young Marquis Wu recast the Xuanyuan Sword, his body seemed to have reached a certain critical point, and his condition went from bad to worse.

Although it is said that the teenager concealed it very well.

But Dayi, who was once the number one war **** of the human race, still smelled blood.

He coughed up blood.

The young Marquis Wu patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Liang, I have my own arrangements."

Suddenly, Jingwei Bird's voice came out, it seemed a little surprised, and said: "Wait a moment..."

"Uncle, there are guests visiting outside."

"He said that his name is Marquis Wen."

Lu Bu's sudden visit made Zhuge Wuhou and Dayi a little surprised, but soon, Wuhou suppressed his injuries, his cultivation was still there, and the injuries on his body were not just a loss of foundation Or as simple as being overworked.

Soon, the Wen Hou Lu Bu was welcomed in. At this moment, Lu Fengxian's arrogance was extraordinary, and his gaze was shining brightly.

Wearing a simple modern attire, but the aura of a warrior from the Three Kingdoms era is still strong and domineering.

After the two parties saw the ceremony, Lu Fengxian raised his eyes to look at Zhuge Wuhou over there, smiled, and said: "It seems that your health is starting to get worse again, Wuhou. In fact, I knew it when I saw you just now. A person like you only looks gentle, but is more arrogant than anyone else in his heart, how could you just plan honestly?"

"It's just that you were involved in the changes in the fate of Yanhuang in the world before, and you rebelled against the destiny, so you were backlashed."

"What's the reason this time?"

"No matter what the reason is, you'd better take care of yourself, otherwise, that guy might go crazy."

The young Marquis Wu coughed several times, and said with a smile, "Marquis Lao Wen is very concerned."

"However, this time Marquis Wen came here to look for Liang, I'm afraid he didn't make a special trip to greet Liang, did he?"

The expression on Lu Fengxian's face became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Wei Yuan made an agreement with me before that I would penetrate into the back of Zhuoshi Dazun, and then take advantage of his unpreparedness, and then the two joined hands and fought back and forth, severely injuring that Great Lord of the Chaotic World..."

"The original Zhuoshi Zhuoshi was arrogant, stupid and self-willed, which is more than Dong Zhuo's fat pig. I am more than 70% sure to do this, but this time I found that Zhuoshi Zhuoshi has changed. "

Lu Fengxian's expression was solemn: "I don't know what he went through."

"But he doesn't seem to be who he used to be."

"Even, I think he may have found me."

Troubled times—

A figure moved forward quickly, passing through the barriers, and finally found Zhuoshi Dazun. After the death of the foundation of Zhuoshi, Zhuoshi Dazun changed the decadence of the past ten thousand years, and returned to the former penance. , Tranquil, in a state of mind as flat as water.

No longer living in a palace with layers of defenses and extreme luxury.

It's a place of penance.

The general of the chaotic world rushed over quickly, first half-kneeled on the ground in great respect, bowed his hands and said: "My lord, the foundation of the chaotic world was placed in that place earlier, and the secret has been touched!"

"Your Excellency has already anticipated that there might be someone who will directly block the secrets and cause and effect."

"So we used other means. As long as the Anzi we arranged over there encounters an accident, it will immediately be reflected in the soul lamp of the troubled times. We saw that the person who made the move was a spear wielding The woman, and the personality seems to be extremely heavy, just a flash of a picture, the giant magic circle used to receive information has already

Completely annihilated. "

Warlords in troubled times will report excitedly.

His Holiness Zhuoshi slowly opened his eyes. His eyes seemed to see the birth and death of countless worlds, and the collision and entanglement of countless laws. He said to himself: "...the woman who uses the spear, Jinmu Yuanjun? Or, Xihuang."

"In any case, he was arrested after all."

The warrior in troubled times was about to say that he was willing to close the net.

Seeing the Great Master Zhuoshi get up, he said in a flat voice, "Let's go, lead the way."

The warlord in the chaotic world was astonished, and then said in surprise: "My lord, you, are you going to do it yourself?"

"This, such things, how to make it?"

"There are previous preparations left by the Lord of the Chaotic Times, we only need us to deal with them!"

The Great Master Zhuoshi said in a flat voice: "There is no need to say more."

He turned around and looked at Zhuoshi, thinking to himself:

"Since it was your last arrangement, then I will naturally help you complete it..."

"Look."

When the Great Lord Zhuoshi stepped through the space and arrived at the destination directly following the backhand left by the foundation of the previous chaotic world, Wei Yuan was suppressing the origin of yin and yang, but just as the Great Lord Zhuoshi stepped foot, he felt the incomparably sharp sword Qi burst out in a way that made people tremble, soaring into the sky, as if to tear everything apart, causing his pupils to shrink slightly.

With the four swords of Zhu Xian, suppress the origin of yin and yang.

What Wei Yuan was facing was the foundation of the world, the foundation of all laws, but at this moment, he was forcibly suppressed by the violent sword array, which was as mysterious as the real law, which made the already almost explosive The yin and yang origin of the body is gradually controlled.

"...good means."

His Majesty Zhuo Shi's eyes were flat, and he fell on Wei Yuan over there.

His eyes were dark, and it seemed that the scene of the foundation of the troubled times being besieged and killed by the masters of the Qing Dynasty flashed in front of his eyes.

Stepping forward, it is necessary to forcibly break the Zhuxian Sword Formation from the outside world.

Breaking through this Taoist's thoughts, and then using the force of the counter-shock to instantly loot ~lightnovelpub.net~ to kill the Houtu who is in the worst state at the moment, and loot the Western Emperor.

At this moment, a soft sound suddenly came from the ear.

It's like making tea with boiling water after the water is boiled, and the water is brewed and swirled in the cup.

But the surrounding atmosphere changed dramatically in an instant.

It seems to be separated from the whole world, one side is the circulation of yin and yang, the sword energy is soaring to the sky, and the other side is full of tea fragrance, all is quiet, the raised hand of Zhuoshi Dazun slowly put down, turned around, saw A man in a gray robe over there was making tea, his black hair was not tied up, it just fell behind his back, his face was gentle and peaceful.

Great Venerable Zhuoshi's expression was slightly gloomy, he murmured to himself, and pronounced the name.

muddy sky.

After the gray-robed man finished making tea, he gently put down the teapot.

In this small courtyard, he stretched out his hand with a smile, his eyes were gentle and clear:

"Your Excellency, please stop."