The fierce offensive, so powerful and lethal that the aura of the undying flower stirred in response.

This meant that this move was enough to send Wei Yuan directly into his next life.

If the effect of the undying flower was enough to support him one more time.

Wei Yuan almost instinctively dodged this attack, turning to see that when that grab pierced the original position of his heart, it clenched violently, grasping spiritual energy, sound, and even light, and then squeezed it violently, turning it into a mass of annihilation, emitting a roaring shriek.

Wei Yuan's pupils constricted.

If he had been hit, this move would have been enough to turn his heart into slag in an instant.

This would be, perhaps, the umpteenth time in five thousand years that he'd had his heart ripped out.

Wei Yuan had directly developed an instinctive reaction ability, which allowed him to avoid this fatal blow.

The existence on the opposite side was visibly stunned.

Seeming to say, how could he possibly dodge it?

Wei Yuan cursed inwardly.

If you had your heart stabbed every time you reincarnated, you'd have this talent for reaction too.

Resistance to backstab damage: ninety percent.

He drew his sword in retaliation, but the other party was obviously prepared, having come with a purpose. He let out a low shout and attacked again, the speed directly exceeding Wei Yuan's visual reaction, or rather, light, particles, and even sound were all distorted and obscured. Wei Yuan's brow twitched wildly.

If he drew his sword, his heart would be pierced directly.

This scene appeared directly before his eyes.

Bai Ze had said that all mythical creatures possess a natural instinct for self-preservation.

The Kunlun Mountain God, who was in charge of the best swordsmanship in the human world, had also touched this realm to some extent.

Wei Yuan chose to trust the instinct brought by his demigod-demihuman status.

His arms crossed, a series of the Thirty-Six Heavenly罡 Arts were used in combination. The天地元氣 (Heaven and Earth spiritual energy) was drawn out and transformed into water vapor, then Drawing a River to Form Land, connecting to Turning a Finger to Steel. Almost instantly, Wei Yuan crashed into a cloud of vapor even larger than a human city.

The water vapor instantly reversed, turning into a giant shield of pure metal-elemental energy.

Hundreds of feet in size, it then condensed instantly.

Moreover, it was condensed with the power of divinity within it.

Although Wei Yuan's brain was about as useful as nothing in front of Zhu Jiuyin.

His combat instinct was enough to match first-rate divine generals from the Age of Gods.

Or rather, it was the experience accumulated from countless dangers encountered in successive reincarnations over the past five thousand years.

"So huge, dispersing power, foolish."

The attacker sneered and instantly pierced through this huge defense, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

Wei Yuan clenched his five fingers, and the Heavenly罡 Divine Power reappeared.

He whispered in his heart.

Lightning, come!

Boom!

The entire city was startled by the sudden, violent thunder, looking up to see countless fine arcs of lightning exploding, striking the same spot, and erupting in brilliant and terrifying streamers, even though there were no clouds.

With Wei Yuan's cultivation, he couldn't divide his attention to use Heavenly罡-level divine powers.

He forcibly restrained his opponent and drew his sword in retaliation.

But as he drew his sword, the opponent instantly broke through the Heavenly罡 lightning blockade, appearing directly in front of Wei Yuan. His hands moved up and down, sealing off Wei Yuan's brow and throat. His left knee suddenly rose, crashing straight towards Wei Yuan's lower body, causing Wei Yuan's temples to throb.

He had to find a way to deal with this sinister and deadly move.

Close-quarters combat, obviously knowing that he couldn't let Wei Yuan use his swordsmanship.

The opponent's strength was formidable.

Every punch seemed to devour light and spiritual energy. Wei Yuan could vaguely feel his own cultivation shaking, his aura faintly trending out of control, as if it were about to be devoured within like flowing light particles.

A concept similar to a myth, or perhaps a power?

Wei Yuan barely managed to take a blow, retreating to create distance.

The opponent's power and speed were all superior to his.

Punch after punch, he was practically being beaten down.

Wei Yuan's gaze swept around. As the two fought and retreated, they had already left the city's sky. The surrounding area was wilderness. The attacker directly transformed into a shadow, distorting Wei Yuan's control and perception of the surroundings. Humans need the reflection of the retina to capture everything, but now the light in the entire area had disappeared.

The weather within a three-hundred-mile radius changed.

The world was as if it had come to night.

Another mythological-level existence, even cultivators couldn't control the surroundings.

It was as if they had fallen into a chaotic abyss.

The attacker was as缥缈 (ephemeral) as a shadow. Wei Yuan was completely unable to capture his location.

And after the assassin realized this, he sneered and unleashed his killing move with all his might.

The short blade pierced into flesh and blood. A smile appeared on the attacker's face, but he felt that something was wrong. That wasn't the heart.

It was the palm!

Wei Yuan's left hand grasped the blade, forcibly using the Buddhist foundation left by Xuanzang to resist. His right arm bent at the elbow and slammed horizontally. At this distance, the opponent didn't seem to expect him to be so ruthless. He didn't have time to make any other defenses, and was struck in the temple with fierce force.

He was beaten into revealing his original form, his eyes faintly losing focus.

Wei Yuan still maintained the bent-elbow posture, his waist gathering strength. The tip of his elbow smashed back with equally terrifying force, giving the opponent another heavy blow to the temple on the other side. This time, he directly used the Heavenly罡 Divine Power to strengthen his physical body.

The mana consumption was huge, but it caused the opponent's eyes to lose focus and his mind to become confused.

The assassin's brain was like paste at this moment. His peripheral vision noticed Wei Yuan raising his hand to draw his sword.

He subconsciously retreated violently, pulling out the dagger. At the same time, he used his power to control Wei Yuan's right hand.

Wei Yuan's sword-wielding right hand paused.

The attacker's heart suddenly relaxed.

He had won...

But then he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

His pupils suddenly constricted.

Looking down, Wei Yuan's left hand was pointing at his waist and abdomen, and a surge of majestic sharpness erupted.

"Gu Li." (Hometown)

This sword technique was named Gu Li.

A move that touched the concept of mythology.

Focused on killing.

Combat-oriented.

In an instant, it was as if he had been slashed by countless swords and countless sword saints' moves at the same time.

The man's vital points in his waist and abdomen seemed to be constricted and folded in the concept of space, turning into a straight line, and then slashed by the sword move that had initially touched the concept of Kunlun. Therefore, every inch of his body seemed to encounter this move simultaneously.

If Wei Yuan's previous moves were just one move.

Having mastered the concept of mythology was equivalent to having a thousand or ten thousand Wei Yuans using the same move at the same time.

Indiscriminate attacks landed on the enemy.

Folding space and then splitting it with a sword meant that, theoretically, as long as the scope of his mythological concept was large enough, he could kill even a thousand or ten thousand people with one sword. This was the reason why the so-called mythological concept was a myth.

A sword saint personally using a sword to cut your flesh into mincemeat.

Wei Yuan's breathing was slightly rapid, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he murmured to himself:

"Whether I use a sword or not, it doesn't actually make much of a difference."

He threw the chest-pierced guy away. Having been cut by a mythological-level swordsmanship, even the opponent who had just forced Wei Yuan into a rather embarrassing situation was on the verge of death. Mythological concepts reinforced and countered each other. This opponent was actually very strong. His strength, speed, and stamina were all above Wei Yuan's.

In close-quarters combat, Wei Yuan could only defend and take a beating.

But similarly, such a god couldn't withstand the sharpness of his sword intent.

Cold sweat seeped from Wei Yuan's forehead. He reviewed the brief confrontation just now and murmured:

"You lost the moment you tried to prevent me from drawing my sword."

"Otherwise, even if I could win, I wouldn't be able to leave you here."

He deliberately revealed that he needed to draw his sword to unleash his true strength.

Using this as bait.

And the real killing move was in the sword-fingers of his left hand.

He even deliberately used his left hand to take the opponent's moves, allowing himself to be injured.

To further reduce the opponent's vigilance.

Each step was linked, all for the sake of this last move. After all, no matter who this guy was, guarding here and forcibly forcing him into close combat undoubtedly meant that he knew his swordsmanship. If he knew his swordsmanship and still came to assassinate him, if he wasn't an idiot, then it meant that this guy's strength was a line stronger than his.

Or rather, in assassination, in such close-range conditions.

There was a possibility of killing him, Wei Yuan.

But now such a god had fallen before him, directly on the verge of death.

"The art of war is the way of deception. Therefore, when capable, feign incapacity; when deploying forces, feign inactivity."

Wei Yuan had a realization of Zhu Jiuyin's saying about using his brain.

As well as the meaning of using one's strengths to attack the other's weaknesses.

The god who assassinated him revealed his form, a hazy gray, like clouds and mist. If he hadn't elucidated the principles of Kunlun with swordsmanship, he probably wouldn't have been able to cause effective damage to him at all. At this moment, severely injured and on the verge of death, he still looked indifferent.

"Your strength is very strong. Who sent you?"

Wei Yuan chose to ask directly.

He was only met with a cold snort.

He mocked, "A mere mortal, where do you get the right to say these things to me?"

"Right, right, right, then aren't you even worse than a mortal?"

Wei Yuan held his sword in his right hand, and while controlling the opponent, pointed his fingers at his brow, trying to use soul-driving techniques to try to read this guy's consciousness, but as expected, he gained nothing. The god who assassinated him sneered, "A mere mortal dares to妄圖 (vainly attempt) to窥视 (peep at) the thoughts of a god."

Was he being ridiculed?

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth curled up. And it was true, Wei Yuan did have a body of Daoist arts.

But his Daoist arts and divine powers were nothing compared to his swordsmanship.

He simply couldn't touch the divine realm.

Equivalent to not having enough level to break through the opponent's soul defense.

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, and his mind turned. He reached out and grabbed this god, directly escaping and finding a quiet place. After setting up a formation, he strode forward, and the sword in his palm instantly shattered this god's limbs and meridians, causing him to collapse to the ground.

Then his palm directly grabbed his brow.

His own soul forcibly collided, seemingly intending to directly search for what he wanted from the true spirit.

The god was slightly stunned, then overjoyed.

This foolish mortal actually dared to collide with his true spirit?

Wasn't this courting death!

Even if his swordsmanship was extraordinary, his brain didn't seem to work very well?

He mustered his last strength, using his true spirit to collide with that guy's soul, intending to turn the tables. And as expected, the opponent's soul was vulnerable, with almost no resistance, and was defeated by him, only managing to escape in a panic.

The god's soul chased closely, unwilling to give up.

Finally, he saw a bright light in front of him, and he actually arrived at an incredible realm. He caught up with the mortal in front of him, laughing loudly and saying, "Hahaha, caught you...?" 138 Reading Network

His voice froze, and his pupils contracted violently. He saw two men standing behind the human swordsman he had caught. The one on the left was handsome and unrestrained, holding a golden sword, giving people a majestic and dignified aura of a king. The one on the right was mighty and tall, holding an axe in one hand, with an indomitable will to fight.

"Xuanyuan... Xing Tian..."

The god's body stiffened, and he murmured to himself.

Xuanyuan smiled and raised his head slightly, saying, "What are your hands doing?"

The god lowered his head stiffly, looking at the hand holding the swordsman's collar, and then looked at the right hand he had raised to attack.

He slowly let go, then retreated stiffly.

Pa.

His right hand rose and finally slammed into his own face.

Xuanyuan and Xing Tian nodded slightly: "Good."

And the god retreated step by step.

He bumped into a strong body, turned his head, and saw a tall youth with his upper body bare and Nine-Li tattoos painted on his skin. He saw his necklace of fangs, his wild and barbaric temperament, but also a sense of power that was difficult to describe in words, and his eyes glanced at him coldly.

"Chi You..."

A shy youth closed the only entrance to this lucid dream.

"Da Yi?"

The god of assassination was at a loss. He turned his head and saw the museum curator suddenly approaching. The sharp and overbearing eyebrows suddenly became warm and smiling. He smiled and approached, "By the way, hello, can you continue to perform the one from just now? Yes, that one."

He smiled, raised his fingers, and then said in a majestic and deep voice:

"A mere foolish mortal."

"Come, we are all mortals here, please perform it for us?"

"Don't be polite."

The god raised his head.

He saw a row of people sitting behind the youth.

From left to right, five heads: Xuanyuan, Chi You, Xing Tian, Da Yi, Shennong.

Then looking at the clean black hair, gentle eyes, and warm smile on the corner of the youth's mouth, he felt suffocated.

What was this kid's brain filled with?

What kind of human suffering was this?!

A calm voice said, "...This is your solution?"

The youth spread his hands and said, "Would you just leave it alone?"

"I said, even though I can't solve it, isn't there you?"

"Cough cough, this time I was being unethical. I'll make a few more dishes later."

The voice was silent for a moment, then snorted coldly:

"...Hmph, as expected of the Tu Shan clan."

Tu Shan clan?

The god's spine tightened, and he turned his head, but didn't see the Tu Shan clan, who were infamous even in the Age of Gods.

Instead, he saw a man in a gray robe sitting there, with a distant and ancient temperament. He saw him looking indifferent, and said calmly:

"Let me introduce myself."

"Zhu Jiuyin."

The god's pupils contracted sharply.

Almost without hesitation, he immediately tried to escape, but when he turned his head, he saw the ancient猛男 (mighty men) group. After trying to run for three seconds, he was beaten back. Zhu Jiuyin said calmly, "You recognize me, you fear me. Did your behind-the-scenes director tell you to run when you saw me?"

"No!"

The god subconsciously retorted.

The Dragon Who Illumines the Nine Netherworlds gazed at him quietly and said calmly, "Whether it is or isn't, I will discern it myself." A fair hand stretched out and directly pointed at the god's brow,霸道 (domineeringly) washing through his true spirit. The frightened pupils quickly turned into a blank daze.

Zhu Jiuyin let go of the true spirit, which had become slightly transparent, and took a sip of tea.

Scenes appeared.

In front of this god, a handsome man with a clean temperament appeared:

"No matter what method you use, you must get rid of that person."

"In the various future possibilities observed by the Hetu Luoshu, this person is an important node. Keeping him is a disaster. We cannot let him live in this world."

"What will he do?"

Hearing this question, the clean-tempered man said, "If he doesn't have a drastic change in personality, he will hinder us."

The god who came to assassinate Wei Yuan asked in confusion:

"Then if his personality changes drastically, will he become one of us?"

The corners of the man's mouth twitched: "No, if his personality changes drastically, he will hinder us ruthlessly and mercilessly."

"In short, take him down."

"Yes."

The assassination god, whose body was like mist and possessed considerable strength, whispered:

"How should we get rid of him? Do you have any suggestions?"

The clean-tempered man pondered and said:

"Avoid a head-on confrontation with him, especially don't let him draw his sword."

"Also, attack his back in secret."

The man laughed and said, "That's how we got rid of him in the Ming Dynasty. We just didn't expect the effect of the undying flower to be so strong, allowing him to come back to life again. However, the undying flower also has a limit. This time, let's get rid of the undying flower in his heart as well."

"Yes." The god who assassinated Wei Yuan nodded, and this memory disappeared.

"...Ming Dynasty..."

"The future node observed by the Hetu Luoshu?"

Wei Yuan whispered slowly. This short memory revealed too much information.

Nodes, the conspiracy of the Ming Dynasty, one of the reasons for the reincarnation of the Queen Mother of the West, the undying flower.

And the Hetu Luoshu.

There were too many and too杂 (mixed) things, and he couldn't even analyze them clearly for a while.

"If you can't figure it out, you can think about it slowly. This is not something that can be figured out in a short time."

Zhu Jiuyin took a sip of tea and said calmly:

"However, what's more important now is to think about how to deal with his corpse."

"Deal with his corpse?"

"Yes. No matter what, this is a god who is slightly stronger than the Twelve Yuanchen, and he is combat-oriented. If you kill him, it will be easy to calculate your position, what you are good at, how you killed him, and your combat style."

Wei Yuan was stunned: "So, this guy is a pawn?"

"Not a pawn, but almost."

Zhu Jiuyin said:

"If it's best to kill you, if you can't kill you, you can understand your current strength and information."

"The most important thing is to understand your mythological concept, so that you can plan a必杀 (sure-kill) attack against you next time. In a normal encounter, not many can beat him, but things are different if you are prepared. They intend to find out your ultimate move, and then prepare to kill you."

Wei Yuan pondered.

Xing Tian looked at Xuanyuan, and then pondered with Xuanyuan.

Wei Yuan couldn't make up his mind and looked at Zhu Jiuyin: "Then what do you suggest?"

The gray-robed man's tone was calm and without hesitation: "Take it to the East Sea and let that Xiangliu swallow it."

"Use the identity of the Gonggong family to disrupt the other party's heavenly secrets, and let the other party's divination point to Gonggong, completely disrupting the situation."

"Then kill Xiangliu."

"Let Gonggong fight with that side first."

"Make the situation completely chaotic."

Wei Yuan: "(||ﾟДﾟ)？！！”

Xing: (⊙x⊙;)

Tian: ·(・・)

Xuanyuan: ━Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||)━

The faces of the three tough guys basically had only one expression: "Damn, you're so ruthless!"

The corners of Zhu Jiuyin's mouth curled up, and he said lightly:

"So, what are you going to do?"

ps: Today's second update... Five thousand two hundred words. Xing Tian's one, if it is on one page, can be seen as the head above and the one with the nipples as eyes put together.