Chapter 461 Whom to Entrust?

Di Jun's voice fell calmly.

This time, even Fuxi, who never thought anything was a big deal when watching the fun, couldn't bring himself to say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Just now, whether it was the Great Swamp Thunder God or Kunlun's Lu Wu, when they were planning to take Wei Yuan away, Fuxi was adding fuel to the fire below, his face full of sincerity, as if he truly agreed with their opinions from the bottom of his heart, but—

This was a lie!

There was only one sentence in this guy's heart.

Fight!

Fight!

Why aren't they fighting yet?!

If they fight, it would be best to take this stinky brat away directly. Then I'll tell Ah Wa that he was captured, and I'll take Ah Wa to find him. I'll stall for time, I'll take my time!

I'll wait a few hundred years before going to find him.

Wouldn't Ah Wa be by my side during this time?

Hahahaha, I am such a genius!

And Di Jun's words were even more to his liking. These words almost directly said, I'm taking this person away. If you want him, come directly to Tian Di Mountain to get him. As long as you have the ability to come up and find him, then feel free to come. In these Three Realms and Eight Desolations, is there any place more difficult to go to than Tian Di Mountain?

As for whether he would go to find him?

Of course, absolutely not!

This time, he had even more reason to delay time with Ah Wa.

However, Di Jun said it was to facilitate healing, but Fuxi saw through Di Jun's true thoughts at a glance. It was actually to facilitate fighting. Otherwise, after this kid Wei Yuan wakes up, he'll turn around and run. A backhand move to sever cause and effect, and then you won't be able to find him. Fuxi felt that with Wei Yuan's scummy and despicable character that he learned from who knows where, he could really do such a thing.

So Di Jun simply picked him up and left.

Yu the Great was also overjoyed.

The rest of the existences all knew the strength of the Heavenly Emperor, and their words were directly blocked in their throats, unable to say anything at all.

They could only obediently swallow it.

The Heavenly Emperor wanted someone, what could they do?

Even Kunlun's Lu Wu, after considering where to recuperate, did not speak.

At this moment, a peaceful and slow voice came: "Amitabha."

"May I ask, where is Tian Di Mountain?"

Yuanjue's monk robe was stained with blood, his hands clasped together as he asked, his expression gentle and peaceful, but with an air of course.

The Thunder Gods of Leize and Fuxi were stunned.

Fuxi was sluggish.

Wait a minute…

Isn't this bald guy from that brat Wei Yuan's museum?

Why are there so many reckless men around him?!

On the other hand, Di Jun was slightly surprised, nodded, and said calmly: "I will tell you. If you have the leisure, you can come and sit."

In an instant, starlight swept across, the Heavenly Emperor's voice gradually faded away, and finally disappeared without a trace. Wei Yuan and Di Jun had also disappeared, along with Yu the Great Si Wenming, who was carrying the Xuanyuan Sword. According to the previous agreement, Yu the Great was not yet a free man and had to wait for Wei Yuan and the Heavenly Emperor to win the gamble before he could leave.

Fuxi said with a face full of 'grief and regret': "Alas!"

"I didn't expect that my little nephew would be taken away like this!"

"Alas! Bitter! Bitter!"

"These things, I have to discuss with my little sister."

His tone was inexplicably mournful.

The Great Swamp Dragon God next to him twitched his mouth.

"Tone it down."

"You're about to laugh."

"Hmm? Am I laughing?"

"You haven't stopped since just now."

Fuxi chuckled a few times, looked at Kunlun's Lu Wu over there, and greeted him quite familiarly: "Yo, Big Cat."

"You're awake."

His right hand fell towards Lu Wu's shoulder.

Lu Wu's expression did not change as he shifted sideways, avoiding Fuxi's pat on the shoulder just right.

Then his tone was calm and cold, containing majesty:

"Beings who do not conform to common moral values ​​cannot approach my body."

The voice fell flatly between heaven and earth.

Fuxi laughed loudly: "Ah ha ha ha, you cat, you're just joking!"

Then he clapped his hands heavily downwards, but his palms did not touch Lu Wu's shoulders at all, and fell lightly to the side. Fuxi's expression stiffened.

Lu Wu calmly stared ahead: "The turbid aura of the South Sea should be completely dealt with."

"Everyone, I'll leave it to you."

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The Daoguo of [Extinction] and [Truth] flowed.

After leaving Wei Yuan, they naturally fell towards Zhu Rong's direction.

These were only temporarily borrowed by Zhu Rong.

When Wei Yuan could no longer suppress the personal brand and aura on them.

They would naturally return to the original Lord's body. After Zhu Rong's Daoguo recovered, he didn't bother to heal himself, but rushed towards his original residence, his heart even more anxious and worried. The changes just now, and the backhand of the Turbid World Great Lord, made him even more worried about his wife.

Since the Turbid World Great Lord was able to leave traces on the [Truth] Daoguo.

Able to control him with these backhands.

Then using the backhands on the Truth Daoguo to attack his wife, who was based on the [Truth] Daoguo.

It seemed to be an easier and simpler thing.

Not to mention the many changes afterwards, the changes in the realm of life and death, and the fight with the Turbid World Great Lord, the ripples and aftermath of these things were enough to destroy a human city. His heart was really worried and panicked, worried that something like what happened more than six thousand years ago would happen again. He pushed the door open.

His gaze swept around, seeing that the tables and chairs were a little scattered.

Seeing that there were extremely obvious changes in the aura and the aura of turbidity around.

Zhu Rong's expression gradually solidified.

Even the Fire God Zhu Rong once again showed a painful expression.

Just at this moment, footsteps suddenly came from behind. A pair of hands gently rested on Zhu Rong's shoulders. Zhu Rong's eyes widened and he suddenly turned around, seeing the gentle woman looking at him with a smile. He was filled with great sorrow and great joy. Zhu Rong subconsciously hugged her into his arms. The woman reached out and hugged him back, closing her eyes and said, "What's wrong? Why are you so scared?"

"You are, after all, the Fire Minister of Yan Huang…"

Zhu Rong's expression froze slightly.

With an expression of disbelief:

"You, you remember everything?"

"Yeah… I remember everything."

The woman who was protected by Zhu Rong's true spirit and tried to reincarnate in these long years with the power of [Truth] smiled softly and said:

"You've worked hard all these years."

"You, you…"

Zhu Rong was filled with mixed feelings of sorrow and joy, and subconsciously wanted to ask how she remembered, but at this moment there was no need for such a question.

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The white skirt fluttered slightly and fell.

The white-clothed girl, hidden in the dark and completely concealing her aura, watched what was happening there.

Suppressing her existence with boundless pure turbid aura.

Then cautiously, step by step, she retreated backwards.

The Turbid World Great Lord did indeed leave a backhand on Zhu Rong's wife, arranging to use turbid aura to contaminate her, turning her into a demon, turning her into a terrifying thing, and attacking Zhu Rong at a critical moment, but it was broken by Jue. Her current cultivation is based on the pure turbid aura born when Buzhou Mountain fell and the power of the Turbid World Kunlun Ruins.

In addition, the backhand on Zhu Rong's wife was, after all, just a casual move by the Turbid World Great Lord.

It was not difficult.

It was just that even Jue did not expect.

The Buddhist power left by Xuanzang was so pure that when she resolved the turbid aura, it even helped the woman unlock the mysteries of her past lives.

Jue exhaled slightly.

Zang's realm is really high.

Especially in matters of reincarnation and the mysteries of the womb, it is even more specialized.

Then she retreated step by step.

Suddenly, Jue's expression changed slightly. The Twelve-Petaled Pure World Lotus transformed and flowed, suddenly becoming larger behind her. The lotus seeds, lotus petals, and lotus leaves rotated and transformed in sequence, each with its own mystery, layering upon layer to block the attack, dissolving it layer upon layer, but it still made her feel a little strenuous, and also a little familiar.

Then the boy's clear and cold voice came:

"I thought that all the slightly stronger people in the Turbid World had already left."

"I never thought there would still be fish that slipped through the net."

"The Turbid World Great Lord is indeed a cunning old fox."

Jue almost immediately recognized this aura, turned around, lowered her eyes, and saw the white-clothed, white-haired, and snow-white boy over there, and then she froze. After hesitating for a long time, she couldn't put together the familiar aura and image.

"…Lu Wu God?"

Lu Wu's expression was calm, and he frowned slightly, his voice clear and cold.

Suddenly, he swept his sleeves, sealing the ten directions inside and outside this place, and said:

"My appearance changes with my heart. At this moment, very few powerful people in the Turbid World know my appearance."

"You can recognize my aura."

"You are not a person from the Turbid World? Who exactly are you?"

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Turbid World—

That sword that fell from the sky, the boundless and majestic sword energy and sword intent, were all terrifying. And the forcibly established cause and effect made many powerful people in the Turbid World wish they had never heard this sentence—

Connecting this wound, the cultivation and the life of the Celestial Worthy of the Primordial Beginning.

Which also meant that the Great Lord's cultivation could only be restored by killing the Celestial Worthy of the Primordial Beginning.

Or rather.

Surpassing the Celestial Worthy of the Primordial Beginning in the power of cause and effect.

This required the power of the God of Cause and Effect of the Turbid World.

The wonderful thing was.

The God of Cause and Effect of the Turbid World had already been killed.

The even more wonderful thing was.

The one who killed the God of Cause and Effect of the Turbid World was the Celestial Worthy of the Primordial Beginning.

A dead knot!

The Turbid World Great Lord lowered his eyes and finally regained his composure. He still took action, checking Huntian's true spirit, confirming that Huntian was also dead and that there was no remnant of the true spirit. Only the external calm could not completely erase the ripples in his heart. He finally couldn't help the anger in his heart. After all, he was still a little negligent.

He had regarded the remains of the Turbid World Earth Daoguo.

Only as a sign of the [Unborn] power change that Huntian himself possessed.

Let the other powerful people retreat, and he himself entered his palace dojo. Only in this place did his heart gradually calm down, and the mixed influence brought about by the breaking of his cultivation gradually dissipated, leaving no trace in his heart, no mental obstacles or inner demons.

It was just that in the realistic sense, the decrease in cultivation did represent a decrease in strength.

He needed to make up for these deficiencies in other ways.

The Turbid World Great Lord pondered, and suddenly thought of the extremely powerful warrior he had seen in the previous memories left in [Truth], so he had a plan, easily locking him, and collecting all his remnants of imprints and auras in history, and then using many heavenly treasures and the purest turbid aura to reshape his soul and body!

He was more than two meters tall, wearing a black and red hideous armor.

Sword eyebrows and tiger eyes.

Just standing there, he possessed a lingering battlefield might that made people palpitate.

His body was entangled with a dim turbid flame, which made people even more afraid.

"Hmm? This person is actually the River Internal Registrar?"

The Great Lord casually glanced at some traces and frowned slightly:

"The human world's civil officials are as strange as ever."

He originally planned to casually revive his soul, but the Turbid World Great Lord paused. The terrifying power of the sword that broke through the realm from the sky turned into a shadow, enveloping his heart, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable, so he chose to add a guard, and only the [Huntian Body] had the ability to block such a sword.

So after being checked, the problem-free Huntian body was placed on the side.

The Turbid World Great Lord slowly stretched out his hand.

The layers of the Turbid World Heavenly Dao lit up, and countless laws and countless imprints of the Great Dao changed and intertwined. Finally, with the power of the Great Lord himself, he reversed life and death, crossed the years, and without any historical soul to rely on, he forcibly summoned a wisp of battle soul from history and flew it into the body that was recast with countless heavenly treasures from the Turbid World.

The huge, complex, and extremely mysterious formation and supernatural power directly enveloped the entire palace dojo.

It was magnificent and majestic.

Then there was boundless flowing light, brilliant and vast, soaring into the sky, causing the laws of the four directions to move with it, changing and interweaving in the void, and reassembling. Its changes were magnificent and unpredictable, and the extremely powerful pressure made the entire world dim, making the creatures of the Turbid World a little breathless, but they all looked at the core with fear and obedience.

Finally, all the flowing light and runes dissipated, turning into a chilling and terrifying long howl. The black and red flowing light soared into the sky, turning into a wanton and arrogant phoenix flame, recklessly showing its existence.

"…As expected of a supreme warrior, it actually requires such a large consumption."

The Turbid World Great Lord was thoughtful.

And when Lu Bu, Lu Fengxian, was reborn.

At the same time, in this palace, there was also a middle-aged man with a calm and silent expression, who was also enveloped by this huge formation.

In his pupils, two clusters of flowing light lit up slightly.