Chapter 347 The Choice

Dao Yan's expression underwent a myriad of changes in an instant, from being stunned, to bewildered, to angry, finally taking a deep breath and silently swallowing it all down.

He was used to it, used to it.

From Shang Longhu, to witnessing this guy settle the turmoil with an imperial decree and slaying Xu Shi with a sword.

And finally even planting mushrooms directly in the Shanhai Realm.

He was used to it.

What hasn't this old monk seen?

Dao Yan slowly exhaled, using boundless willpower to suppress the urge to rush up, grab Kua Fu's collar, and furiously berate this big guy for being biased and discriminatory, silently watching Wei Yuan turn his head, thanking the elite cultivator from the Women's Kingdom, and then controlling the wind to approach the stone tablet with mysterious patterns.

Hetu Luoshu…

Wei Yuan murmured a few times in his heart.

Keeping a three-tenths level of vigilance in his heart, he stretched out his palm and slowly pressed it onto the stone tablet.

Boundless streams of light suddenly lit up, and then patterns flowed rapidly beneath his palm, seemingly weaving some kind of future scene. Wei Yuan's vision blurred, and the experience he had once had during the Zhenguan era of the Tang Dynasty happened to him again.

Accompanying the blurring of the surrounding colors.

A certain future appeared in his eyes.

Even though this Peach Blossom Spring, which he had cut with the Buddha Sword, was already quite desolate, it instantly became even more dilapidated. It seemed that this divine era formation had also been completely abandoned for some reason, and it had lost its original ability.

The sky was turbid, and the stars appeared particularly large.

This was still the future that Wei Yuan had seen in the Hetu Luoshu rubbing brought by Ying Long during the Tang Dynasty, but he could still see subtle differences. That is, although it was still a battlefield, the buildings in the distance still had some shape and were not completely destroyed. In the distance, he could still see the shapes of fighter planes.

And most importantly.

Wei Yuan saw the Old Heavenly Master holding twin swords, saw the monk Yuanjue holding a Zen staff in one hand and placing it upright in front of his chest, and even saw Dao Yan, with a handsome face and a black monk's robe, with flame marks between his eyebrows. He saw the youth, and the reincarnated Overlord, who was still glaring angrily despite being seriously injured.

He saw Yu Meiren in red, and the white-haired fox girl holding the Shennong Whip.

He saw the cold and serene girl in white.

The string that Wei Yuan had been holding so tightly finally relaxed.

That's great, that's great…

The future had changed.

The efforts from the Tang Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty, the step-by-step planning, were not in vain.

Wei Yuan's expression softened.

Then he suddenly realized a huge problem that made his thoughts freeze—

Wei Yuan's expression slowly solidified.

Wait a minute…

Where am I?

He saw the complexity in Yuanjue's eyes, the red eyes and the pain in the eyes of the white-haired fox girl, and Jue in white, looking unexpectedly cold and thin. The wide sleeves with gold silk cloud patterns had a sense of solemnity, billowing in the wind, but making the girl appear even thinner and more lonely.

And the Overlord's gnashing teeth.

All of them guided Wei Yuan's thoughts toward a very bad picture.

Wait…

This kind of ending.

Could it be that I heroically died?

From the Tang Dynasty to the early Ming Dynasty, step by step, the result was that he had to sacrifice himself to save everyone, and then leave calmly, a tragic protagonist template? Wei Yuan opened his mouth, speechless, and suddenly noticed something was wrong.

Before the picture, the girl's expression became firm, and Zhang Ruosu raised the Twin Dragon Tiger Swords.

And Yuanjue sighed, the Zen staff in his hand ringing.

Buddha light flowed.

Everyone launched a decisive attack on a figure in the sky.

These attacks were all blocked.

Accompanied by a huge rumbling sound, the youth in black robes walked step by step under the starry sky.

Finally standing on the head of an unprecedentedly huge beast.

The stars flowed in the sky, the huge white ape stood on one side holding a weapon made of the Huai River, the gods in the sky were flapping their wings, the strange beasts were roaring, and the youth holding a snow-white sword and the tall, handsome god stood shoulder to shoulder, their eyes cold, looking down at everyone in front of them.

That was Wei Yuan.

Stepping forward three steps, the divine sword in his palm roared.

Holding the sword, he walked toward his former friends.

The domineering sword energy locked onto everyone, including Jue and Nvjiao.

Then, the five fingers gently clasped together.

The grand and unparalleled sword energy roared almost throughout the heavens and the earth.

Thus began the killing and the clash of weapons between former friends.

Wei Yuan personally saw that 'his' pupils turned into pure gold with a hint of coldness, reflecting the sorrowful Yuanjue, the red-eyed Nvjiao, and the girl attacking him. The girl had a pendant hanging on her waist, and a pendant that had long been broken and glued together by flowing wind.

All of this was reflected in those jade-golden pupils, without arousing a trace of emotion.

His left hand behind his back, his black robe fluttering, his right hand holding the sword horizontally.

The once unparalleled swordsmanship, the hand holding the sword as steady as iron, without a trace of trembling.

Cutting straight down towards the girl's vitals.

Before the picture turned blood-colored.

Wei Yuan suddenly took a step back, breaking free from this deduced future, his face ugly, cold sweat seeping from his forehead and temples, staring intently at the Hetu Luoshu in front of him. The patterns on the Hetu Luoshu flowed, slowly dimming, turning into the final static state.

And at this moment, a wave of air spread violently from the Hetu Luoshu as the center. The entire Peach Blossom Spring seemed to shake, and then heavily sank three feet and three inches, with fine cracks spreading.

The giant spirit of Kua Fu slowly lowered his head, seeming to look at the words on the stone tablet in disbelief.

Wei Yuan's breathing became slightly heavier, uncontrollably—

The fate had changed.

But why would it lead to such a future?

From one extreme to another?

Seeing Wei Yuan's rare emotional display, both Wei Yuanliang and Kua Lin and Dao Yan showed shocked expressions, and Jue was even more surprised. It was the first time she had seen such a drastic change of emotion on Wei Yuan's face, and Dao Yan regained some psychological balance, his expression changing frequently.

Amitabha…

Still unstable in mind.

Back then, when he saw the future, he was very calm.

The Kua Fu giant slowly read all the contents on the stone tablet, and then fell into silence. He raised his eyes to look at Wei Yuan, and slowly said, "I don't know why, Your Majesty, your future has undergone some kind of deflection… and ultimately led to two completely different paths. Hetu Luoshu has never encountered such a situation before."

"Therefore, according to the contract of that year, I need to ask for your choice…"

"And, as a kind of reminder to humans."

Kua Fu slowly got up. After a long time, the giant who had left his own legends and myths on the land of China had a solemn expression. Because of the great oath to heaven and earth, he had to open his mouth in an extremely solemn and slow voice:

"Then, Your Majesty, how will you face that great tribulation?"

"The first choice is, in the position of a human, holding the axe of Xing Tian, ​​piercing through mountains and seas, walking through the years, setting the Heavenly Alliance, uniting the countries of the Shanhai Realm, recreating myths, and finally using endless trials to forge the position of the Human Race God of War, and then plunge into the great tribulation. This body, this will, and this heart are like a sharp sword, even if only oneself is left, one must use the weapon in one's palm and the power of humans to break through that catastrophe."

??? !

Dao Yan's pupils contracted.

His palm trembled slightly.

Kua Lin slowly exhaled.

And Wei Yuanliang was even more shocked. Just from these words, he could feel the surging magnificence, the despair and the huge test. Kua Fu lowered his eyes and stared at Wei Yuan, the Hetu Luoshu beside him slowly flowing, showing the possibility of the second future.

Kua Fu slowly said in a solemn voice:

"Or, choose another path…"

"Step on Kunlun, cut three thousand jade dragons and snow-covered Kunlun into swords, and ascend to the position of God with a human body, abandon your self, and transform into the master of Kunlun."

"Be friends with Wuzhiqi, the Huai River Disaster Lord, and accompany Gonggong, the Water God of all ages. Hold the Classic of Mountains and Seas and sweep through the three thousand worlds with endless strange beasts. Finally, as a god, break through this tribulation, enjoy eternal loneliness and endless sins, even if you break off friendship with old friends, you will not regret the choices you have made in the past."

The Buddhist beads in Dao Yan's hand shattered.

Falling on the ground, scattered everywhere.

Silence, only this extremely terrifying silence pervaded.

And in this silence, Kua Fu slowly opened his mouth.

"You, how will you choose?"

"Your Majesty…"

ps: The third update today… two thousand six hundred words, thank you Wu Guo Jiangnan for 30,000 starting coins, thank you~ It's just a buffer chapter, not many words, lying down… The point is to update three times while maintaining the routine, sustainable development (peaceful)

Go to sleep, go to sleep, this time I've corrected my routine, I don't know how long I can maintain it, sigh.