Chapter 184 Calculating

This strike erupted when everyone's attention was focused on the ferocious beast.

Extremely cunning.

When the blade pierced Wei Yuan's defense, and the edge had even touched flesh,

Wei Yuan did not immediately strike back.

It was only when the flow of qi caused a ripple in the celestial maiden's expression that Wei Yuan violently stirred his own qi, as if prepared in advance. He raised his hand and seized the hilt of the blade, then spun around, drawing the sword in his palm, and fiercely slashed in reverse at the cold-looking celestial maiden.

Blade and sword clashed, energy erupting.

Wei Yuan felt, for the first time, a vast and indescribable sense of disparity.

"...Hun Dun!"

Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, recognizing one of the notorious Four Fiends.

"Oh? You actually recognized me..."

"When was it?"

Hun Dun's expression seemed slightly surprised.

But He was no longer as severely injured as He had been two thousand years ago, with His very foundation damaged, forcing Him to be cautious.

Although not at His peak, He no longer needed to hold back. Just from the exchange of blade and sword, Wei Yuan sensed a tearing force impacting him, and his own vast mana, pouring towards Hun Dun, failed to create any effective attack.

"That blade is, the Minghong Blade?"

Hun Dun was a descendant of Emperor Hong, that is, the unworthy son of Xuanyuan.

The Minghong Blade was forged from the leftover materials from the creation of the Xuanyuan Sword. The intense heat would not dissipate, and it naturally flowed into the shape of a blade. Even the valiant emperor was amazed by the Minghong Blade's murderous intent, "The killing intent is too heavy; it is an ominous blade."

He sighed.

Originally, he intended to break the Minghong Blade with the Xuanyuan Sword, but the blade actually flew away on its own.

But this blade should have been bestowed upon Dongfang Shuo by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

Wei Yuan had no time to consider the implications of this. The Minghong Blade in the hand of Hun Dun, who had reverted to His faceless state, was already slashing down with terrifying power. The momentum was so vast and terrifying that many mountain gods were shocked into immobility. They had truly experienced the era of the Four Fiends and knew the terror of Hun Dun.

Because He was not trying to capture Wei Yuan alive like he had with Jue, this strike could be said to be a full-force eruption.

Carrying the valor of the first general of the Yanhuang Tribe, with a vast and boundless momentum.

Faced with this strike, they almost lost the courage to resist, their faces turning pale.

Just at that moment, the mountain gods suddenly heard a faint, drawn-out breathing sound.

Like the sound of wind from the highest heavens.

Wei Yuan's breathing suddenly became long and subtle. He took half a step back, and the sword in his palm abruptly sang. Benefiting from previous training, even when faced with a blow from a primordial evil god, Wei Yuan broke free from the impact of the momentum and bloodlust in an instant. He retreated, gathering power, his eyes narrowed, fiercely like a tiger.

The sword in his palm slashed out.

His pupils instantly turned from ink black to gold, and then from gold back to ink black.

Divinity erupted.

Moreover, it was in the manner unique to Xing Tian, erupting all power in the shortest amount of time.

Merging everything he possessed at this moment, everything he owned, and then erupting and slashing it out. This was also the swordsmanship of the Age of Gods, even the swordsmanship of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. Thus, the shocked mountain gods stared blankly as the blade and sword, almost with the same rhythm, slashed out and then collided fiercely.

The concealed array around them collapsed in the first instant.

Then came the earth, with hideous cracks appearing, collapsing, and then being blown up by the violent wind.

This was Wei Yuan's first direct confrontation with a powerhouse of the Four Fiends level.

Even if it was an incomplete Four Fiends who had not recovered to their full strength.

Even if he had blocked everything in an instant, he could feel his internal energy blockade and mana beginning to collapse under Hun Dun's backlash. His internal organs suffered the first wave of impact. At this moment, Wei Yuan suddenly realized that this Hun Dun seemed to have suffered a fundamental injury.

Although his foundation was still there, his explosive power and magnitude had not yet reached the point of completely crushing him.

Memories from the end of the Three Kingdoms period flooded his mind. Wei Yuan swallowed the blood in his throat.

The divinity from the mountain gods was forcibly squeezed out again, and cracks almost appeared on that seal.

Wei Yuan rallied his remaining strength, his aura rising again, the Qingfeng sword in his palm ringing violently, and he took half a step forward.

This was Xing Tian's teaching, the embers left by the Yellow Turban fire—

Even if you lose everything, you can still squeeze out the remaining part.

What can the punishment of heaven and earth do to me?

In the eyes of the gods, Wei Yuan stepped forward, the sword in his palm slashing horizontally, the frigid sword qi slashing past.

Like a狂风掠过 the earth, Hun Dun actually retreated half a step, the Minghong Blade in his palm defending. Wei Yuan's sword stabbed forward, right against the blade of the Minghong Blade, and he stepped forward fiercely, his left hand turning into a palm, pressing hard on the hilt, putting all his strength on it.

The Iron Eagle Sword rang violently.

The violent collision of divine power turned into a violent storm.

Hun Dun's pupils constricted slightly, looking at those eyes.

He seemed to recognize this person...

That old guy?

The one he had encountered after the disappearance of the Queen Mother of the West, when he had almost weakened to the point of his divine power collapsing.

Wei Yuan said slowly, "Where is Jue?"

The turmoil in Hun Dun's heart instantly calmed down, his tone unwavering, "Already captured."

"Is that so?"

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth hooked, "It seems she's alright..."

"I'm relieved then."

"If Jue had really been captured by you, you wouldn't have needed to use this ring to lure me."

Hun Dun's thoughts froze for a moment, realizing something, his tone slightly沉下.

"You schemed against me?"

Wei Yuan stared at Hun Dun, and then really breathed a sigh of relief:

"It seems, Jue really is alright."

Hun Dun's thoughts stalled, and then a surge of anger emerged.

Wei Yuan silently thanked A Liang in his heart, and took half a step back. He had originally planned to roar at those mountain gods to leave, but when he looked back, he found that the mountain gods had long since tunneled away in fear, leaving a ground full of stone slabs, with Qi's signed version on top.

Wei Yuan was slightly stunned, and then smiled. He held the sword diagonally in his palm, and then勾动 all the talismans.

Talismans formed an array.

The aura of Zhu Rong belonging to him was activated.

This was when Zhu Rong sent Wei Yuan back to the mortal world before, he had grabbed it before Zhu Rong's aura dissipated.

Originally, he intended to use it as a guide to stimulate the medicinal power of another body in the method left by Qi and Yu.

But at this moment, he no longer concealed it.

The scorching heat could even burn souls, and it erupted with the aid of the talismans.

Wei Yuan used his fingers to guide the qi of the fire god Zhu Rong, brushing over the spine of the sword. The ringing sword emitted a scarlet halo. Wei Yuan held the sword with both hands, the surrounding talismans turning into a kind of auxiliary altar. He looked at Hun Dun and said, "Try this sword..."

"Also, thank you."

Hun Dun was a faceless evil god, so he could perfectly transform into other gods.

Even those mountain gods had not been able to recognize any problems with the Jue transformed by Hun Dun, so that meant that Jue should have originally been like that. When Wei Yuan thought of this, he actually felt a sense of fortune, fortunate that this girl was in her current form...

Wei Yuan fiercely thrust out his sword.

Using the scorching qi of the fire god as a guide, using the talisman array to maintain stability, and slashing out with Xing Tian's method.

Hun Dun's pupils contracted slightly.

The Minghong Blade was placed horizontally in front of him. When the sword fell, the Minghong Blade rang violently, but the intensity of the power was not as vast and great as he had imagined. Hun Dun only felt a scorching heat in his palm, and even his arm seemed to be ignited. He stepped back half a step, and then quickly stabilized himself.

When he looked intently, the person was no longer in front of him.

"...Ran away?"

…………………

It took the consumption of a Zhu Rong aura to barely get rid of that Hun Dun.

Wei Yuan lay on the back of the Bo Long, and the authority of the mountain god he held showed cracks. The mountain god boy next to him was almost dumbfounded. He had actually exchanged three moves with Hun Dun and retreated unscathed. That was Xuanyuan's son! One of the Four Fiends of the Primordial Era!

When did that cook have such combat power?

Then he realized another serious problem.

He stammered, "When, when did you recognize it?"

Wei Yuan opened his eyes and said, "Jue?"

"I recognized her from the beginning."

The mountain god boy喃喃道, "But, but, we all recognize them based on their aura."

"How could we be wrong?"

"How could you recognize her?"

Yes, that was the nature and essence of all celestial maidens.

It was the recognition method that was passed down throughout the Mountain and Sea Realm.

It was the method by which Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor recognized the Nine Heavens 玄女, a颠簸不破 truth passed down by all the gods.

But, Wei Yuan thought, the girl he was familiar with liked light food, she also understood medical skills, she liked that kind of white flower, and she could recognize the patterns of pottery. The injured Wei Yuan leaned lazily against the Bo Long, and he himself couldn't figure out that kind of instinct. He just felt that that was not Jue:

"Because I don't recognize her by her appearance and aura, Jue is Jue."

"Jue, is Jue?"

The mountain god was茫然不解.

Wei Yuan replied, "Yeah."

"No matter what she becomes, I will recognize her."

"For all eternity, in the mountains and seas, there is only one Jue."

"How could I be wrong? How could I possibly be wrong?"

The mountain god was dumbfounded, stunned for a long time, and said, "What is your relationship..."

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows, wanting to answer that they were friends.

But he suddenly remembered that the girl liked the patterns of pottery because he told her about the changes in pottery, she liked light food because of his style, she liked white flowers because that was the only flower in Kunlun for thousands of years, and the medical skills were what he taught her during the Three Kingdoms period.

You are the dream of wind and snow.

And I am the wind and snow under the dream.

The mountain god boy clapped his hands hard, as if he had discovered a great secret, and said loudly:

"Do you like her?"

？？！

The Bo Long shuddered, looking at the mountain god in disbelief.

You actually said it!

You actually dared to ask so casually?!

Even the water ghost wouldn't be so daring.

Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment, wanting to jokingly answer yes, but suddenly the towering mountains of 西昆仑 appeared in his mind, the gods standing on it, the dignified Queen Mother of the West and the fierce Lu Wu. Even he, who dared to face Hun Dun and draw his sword, felt an extremely complex emotion at this moment.

What makes a man hesitate is often not swords and spears, but his own inability to promise at the moment.

In the end, he did not answer directly, but lazily said:

"Guess?"

Mountain God: "…………"

He suddenly wanted to smash the stone slab on this guy's head.

Who did you learn this from?

But when he lowered his head, grumbling, he suddenly realized something - just now, even if he was very confident in his heart, knowing that the celestial maiden behind him was fake, this lazy wounded person only retaliated when the blade pierced him, Hun Dun's aura fluctuated, and he really confirmed that it was not the celestial maiden.

The mountain god was stunned in his heart.

Such a brief pause, even for a moment, was like a quiet undertow under violent waves.

There is a legend of a bird called the Thornbird, which spends its whole life looking for its 'home', never fearing or regretting. When it finds the thorn of its归宿, when the thorn pierces its chest, it will bloom with the most resounding cry. Although the story is false, people are somewhat similar.

After all, people spend their lives looking for a归宿, unique and only one, not necessarily romantic.

Wei Yuan exchanged three moves with Hun Dun, winning half a move, and retreating unscathed.

However, he was also seriously injured, and his divinity was damaged. At this time, he naturally thought of the Imperial Garden, of course, according to Xing Tian, commonly known as 'Xuanyuan's orchard', where there must be good things to heal his injuries. In order to prevent being found by the ferocious beasts, Wei Yuan had to fully conceal his aura.

The group of one person, one god, and one horse finally touched the location of the Imperial Garden.

They were raring to go.

Anyway, at this time, there would be no Xuanyuan Emperor angrily drawing his sword and questioning, "So you're the one stealing my melons, huh?"

Before Wei Yuan could rub his hands and prepare to continue Xing Tian's career, they all heard the roars of ferocious beasts one after another, and the melon-stealing plan was directly cut off.

The mountain god boy and Wei Yuan looked at each other silently.

"Did you leak your aura?"

The corner of the mountain god's mouth twitched: "These ferocious beasts are acting like crazy..."

He originally wanted to say that these ferocious beasts were like they hadn't eaten meat for eight lifetimes, but he was too embarrassed.

Wei Yuan shook his head, indicating that his skills in concealing his aura were completely fine.

Bo Long moved his nose.

"There's the smell of blood, like human blood, but a little different."

Wei Yuan looked at his tiger's mouth, the wound was bandaged very well, and no blood was flowing out at all.

"Not me."

He pondered: "Someone else is approaching here, and they are injured, like a human but not a human."

"Or perhaps... the people of overseas countries?"

ps: Today's first update………3,800 words

Emperor Hong, here we use Emperor Hong as the orthodox saying of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan~