Chapter 708 The Last Meeting

Huantian left his small courtyard and walked outside. The Great Lord of the Turbid World realized something was wrong and wanted to strike again. But as soon as he raised his hand, he sensed layers upon layers of sword qi, surging like a tide. Behind him, the black-haired Daoist opened his right hand, and sword qi flowed.

He actually relied on the resonance of the four swords to create a Zhuxian Sword Formation purely composed of sword intent and sword qi on the outside. The changes were unpredictable. Just looking at the subtlety of its changes, it was not inferior to the real Zhuxian Sword Formation at all.

Moreover, in his urgent worry, Wei Yuan stimulated his Qi and directly abandoned thinking, relying entirely on the instinct of a top swordsman. The sword qi was sharp, and the moves were extremely mysterious, even three points stronger than usual.

Even though he needed to suppress the Yin-Yang source at this moment and couldn't spare all his attention, the power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, coupled with the fact that the karma here was not connected to the outside world, also indirectly enhanced the effect of the [Causality] authority, actually restraining the Great Lord of the Turbid World's footsteps.

Huantian walked out of the small courtyard.

Then, in the next moment, he had already appeared behind the Western Emperor and Houtu.

The Turbid World Fire God, Huo Zhuo, bypassed the younger version of Old Man Hu Di and directly attacked the Western Emperor. The blade was more than a meter wide, and it was entangled with traces of blazing flames, extremely terrifying, and was slashing down.

But Huantian's fingers just happened to grasp this domineering blade.

The Western Emperor's pupils contracted, seeing the flames on this absolutely domineering blade dissipate. The Turbid World Fire God Huo Zhuo in front of him bulged his muscles, obviously using all his strength. But Huantian in front of him still looked calm and nonchalant. It was this nonchalance that gave people a sense of absolute terror.

He flicked his fingers slightly, striking the blade of the Fire God's divine weapon. A wisp of extremely high-frequency, fine ripples flashed.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the Fire God's divine weapon. Finally, auras burst out from these cracks, and the weapon shattered and dissipated. The Fire God was terrified. Even though he knew that the person in front of him should only be a phantom, temporarily possessing power beyond a bubble with the [Refining the False to Return to the True] authority, fear still clung to him like a maggot in the bone.

It made him retreat almost instinctively. Terrifying, terrifying!

Layers of ripples appeared in the Western Emperor's eyes as she saw the gray-robed man still looking calm. Then, he slightly opened his five fingers, and the Turbid World Fire God's divine weapon shattered and turned into dust, scattering in all directions. Then, he slightly turned his head, and the Turbid World Order, who had been planning to launch a sneak attack by relying on his own authority, instantly retreated.

The gods were all shocked and retreated a hundred miles.

The Western Emperor calmly retracted her gaze and said with a clear, interested voice, "Are you a dream, or reality?" Huantian smiled and retracted his right hand, saying gently, "Since I am here, I am naturally a dream."

"As for this move."

"It's just that [Hou] once saw that person use it, and then was able to perform it in a dream." The Western Emperor said lightly, "Is the you in the dream also so powerful?"

The gray-robed man looked peacefully at the two Dao fruit existences who had retreated in fear and replied, "I have indeed become weaker."

"Well, according to 'that person's' personality, he should answer like this at this time, right?" He lowered his sleeves slightly, smiling gently, domineeringly:

"It's just that I have become weaker, it doesn't mean that they can be stronger than me." "The strong remain strong, the weak perish."

"That's all."

The Great Lord of the Turbid World smashed a layer of erupting sword qi with one punch, but then more sword qi appeared, seemingly endless. The Daoist stood on the Yin-Yang wheel, his right hand forming a sword finger, and slashed平平, his voice calm and distant: "Chang'an."

The first sword, Chang'an. The Great Lord of the Turbid World shattered it with one punch. "Old home."

The Great Lord of the Turbid World frowned slightly, wanting to leave, but at the same time, unparalleled sharpness approached his back and brow, causing his figure to stagnate uncontrollably. Houtu had moved her foundation because of her previous sword strike and had already fainted. Huantian retracted his right hand that had repelled the two Dao fruit existences and gently tapped Houtu's brow. An ancient and majestic aura flowed, fixing Houtu's true spirit.

Huantian's aura began to fall rapidly at a visible speed.

The gray-robed man retracted his hand and looked at the astonished Western Emperor, saying, "I have fixed her soul. In this dream that has lasted for thousands of years, she often comes to me for tea, and I left a trace in the tea. After a thousand years, I never thought there would be an opportunity to use it."

The Western Emperor said, "What did you do?"

Huantian said calmly, "A secret technique of time. Since her foundation and cultivation have been completely exhausted in these thousands of years of seal, then just return to before all this happened and solve this disaster in that era, wouldn't that be possible?"

"There is a saying in the human world called prevention is better than cure."

"But for me, although the price is harsh, there is still a chance to reverse the past." "Although the price is a bit harsh, it is worth it."

Just like Wei Yuan crossed the years and attained the Dao fruit of Yuanshi before.

The Western Emperor's eyes flickered slightly, finally understanding what Huantian's true authority was. The beginning of all things' development, the laws of material change, the end of time, the annihilation of all things, are the most powerful and mysterious authority - time.

Huantian looked at the sleeping Houtu, but in front of him, he seemed to see the little girl who had stumbled into the Central Sea of Chaos tens of thousands of years ago. And he at that time did not yet have seven orifices, but was just the initial chaos. That child gave him a flower blooming on the earth. This friendship between friends has been so long. Since they are friends, then he should do his best to protect you.

So it is in life, so it is in death. So it is in a dream.

"This is the last time we meet."

Huantian whispered. His body had already begun to gradually become transparent, obviously completely exhausting all his foundations. Then, the Nine Heavens Gate reassembled, and the gray-robed man said calmly, "Now take Houtu to the time anchor point I have set. At that time, there should still be a chance for a turnaround."

The Western Emperor looked at Huantian's figure and didn't say any pretentious words.

She just cupped her hands and bowed, then took the unconscious Houtu and stepped into the Nine Heavens Gate. Huantian said to himself gently, "Is it not trustworthy to associate with friends?"

"Trust is entrusting life and death, trust is keeping a promise." "This can also be regarded as what that kid Yuan said."

When the Nine Heavens Gate closed, the two Turbid World Dao fruit levels didn't even have the courage to strike and interrupt it. Not to mention that the two ancient emperors, Shu and Hu, were also using all their strength to hold back the Turbid World Fire God and Order while his power began to dissipate.

Huantian took a few steps forward, looked at the Great Lord of the Turbid World over there, and said, "This dream version of me is finally coming to an end." "Lord of the Turbid World."

"Come on, you've been waiting for a long time, right?"

The Great Lord of the Turbid World was silent upon hearing this, then laughed loudly, no longer worried about the Zhuxian Sword Formation behind him. His own aura rose fiercely, and he walked over step by step, his fighting spirit surging, walking towards Huantian in front of him. His aura was so vast and terrifying that even the jade hairpin was shattered. Black hair fell down, still stirred up by the aura.

He came here step by step, striding, running, and finally charging. The violent aura was vast.

The smile on Huantian's face faded, his eyes were calm, and he raised his hand to respond.

Two auras that were among the most powerful in the entire world and in the long years from ancient times to the present began to collide fiercely, colliding back and forth in this dream in a clinging posture. The impact of fists and feet set off waves, the changes of divine forms tore space, and the magnificent vitality tide almost never stopped.

Emperors Shu and Hu's expressions changed slightly, and they quickly retreated.

And the Turbid World Fire God and the God of Order also felt an unspeakable suffocating feeling. They had to distance themselves.

Their souls were oppressed by the huge pressure, almost blackening their eyes and slowing their movements.

Even the Dao fruit seemed to be suppressed, and layers of stagnation appeared when it was running. "This is, what a terrifying aura."

"Just watching the fight, I have a sense of trembling, and I don't have the courage to take another half step inside." The Turbid World Fire God, Huo Zhuo, looked at the scene in front of him, his heart was shocked, and he almost lost all his fighting spirit, just murmuring in a decadent but satisfied way. The Turbid World God of Order also slightly narrowed his eyes, and the thoughts in his heart were disrupted by the terrifying fighting aura. /

In his perception, the order and rules in this battlefield had long been in a mess. Not to mention controlling it.

Even perceiving it would be backlashed by the chaotic and incomparable lines of law, causing the soul to feel a tearing pain, and the operation of the Dao fruit became stiff, almost shattering on the spot. The remaining figures of the two ancient emperors, Shu and Hu, changed their expressions slightly -

At this moment, Huantian was not the opponent of the Great Lord of the Turbid World. Because this was only a body in a dream after all.

But then their expressions froze.

Because the Great Lord of the Turbid World was also restraining his power level. He didn't forcibly use power exceeding Huantian's current power to suppress and defeat Huantian.

Instead, he made the strength he was exerting at this moment the same as the strength Huantian possessed at this moment.

Then they attacked each other crazily, fighting back and forth. Every move and every style showed the use of the law and the grasp of the timing of the battle, which had reached an unimaginable height, a peak of power and skill, and even pure fighting will.

Wei Yuan, who was suppressing the Yin-Yang source, also saw this scene and was shaken by the fighting skills displayed by these two. The current Great Lord of the Turbid World was completely different from the so-called Lord he had fought before. Domineering, unrestrained, looking down on the world.

And at this moment, Wei Yuan could also sense that the aura from Huantian was constantly slipping.

He wanted to draw his sword and strike, but when he saw Huantian, he put down his palm again, restrained his sword qi, and did not interfere in this battle that both sides might have been looking forward to for a long time.

Finally, Huantian shed his usual gentleness, and his pupils seemed to be burning with an inextinguishable fire of battle. The Great Lord of the Turbid World was also the same, wanton and arrogant. In the end, the two of them simultaneously ignited all their auras, and then fought head-on. There was no so-called supernatural power operation, no change of laws, only the purest and most direct mutual killing.

The terrifying roar made this world tremble violently. Even the Yin-Yang source tribulation faintly had a sense of instability.

I don't know how long it took, but the two who had been in contact with each other suddenly separated. The Great Lord of the Turbid World retreated step by step, standing on a mountain of brokenness.

And Huantian landed on top of a閣楼, below was his small courtyard. The two looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly laughed loudly.

The laughter gradually disappeared.

Huantian closed his eyes and turned into nothingness, no longer existing.

ps: Today's first update.....