The elderly Qingniu ambled slowly down the road.

Pedestrians on both sides looked in astonishment at the aged ox, of unknown years, and the young man sitting on its broad back, particularly conspicuous in a place like North India. The old ox seemed to be walking slowly, but its speed was actually quite fast.

By the time these people reacted, it was already far away.

Some young North Indian religious followers immediately gave chase on motorcycles.

But they could only see the ox's tail.

They couldn't even catch its exhaust fumes.

However, this convinced them that it was a divine ox, and they chased after it desperately.

One person told ten, and ten told a hundred.

At first, they said a cow was running wild.

Later, it became that the legendary divine ox had appeared.

Then it was said that the Ox King from the Buddhist scriptures had manifested.

Finally, even more outrageous claims emerged, saying that a certain celestial god had transformed into a divine ox to bestow blessings upon all living beings.

As a result, there were at least a hundred motorcycles frantically chasing the old ox on the road.

"Little ox, don't run! Come to big brother's motorcycle!"

There were even emaciated ascetics, baring their arms and left shoulders, sitting directly on motorcycles. They twisted their small arms, and the motorcycles sped up, carrying huge stereos behind them, blasting the Diamond Sutra at ear-splitting volume. Wei Yuan was dumbfounded.

He suspected that the people of this land had specialized in motorcycles.

Especially the skill of riding multiple people, which was probably maxed out.

The people of Shenzhou had the phrase "I am the best in the world" engraved in their DNA. Had these guys also engraved the skill point "Squeeze in, there's still room on the motorcycle" into their DNA?

Wei Yuan turned his head and began to doubt his life. Wu Zhiqi, on the other hand, sat cross-legged on a cloud, which followed unhurriedly. According to this monkey, clouds were just gaseous water, evaporated from rivers, so as water, it was his responsibility to control them.

That made perfect sense.

In other words, as long as they learned basic physics, those river gods could also control clouds and ride the mists.

Further, they could directly extract various elements from the water.

As for the mountain gods...

Well, the mountain gods could study digging pits and opening tunnels.

Like mining, mining, or mining.

There was no comparison between gods and gods.

Wei Yuan sighed.

"What are you looking at?"

Wei Yuan noticed Wu Zhiqi lazily sitting on the cloud and looking back.

The monkey didn't turn his head and said, "Counting people."

His tone was slightly amazed: "Those hundred motorcycles have at least five hundred people."

"Amazing."

"In Shenzhou, that would probably satisfy the traffic police's performance quota for a year. Don't they care here?"

"… That's a, uh, characteristic."

Wei Yuan rolled his eyes, not paying much attention. Wu Zhiqi counted with interest and casually asked:

"By the way, don't you think it's a waste to leave that sword here?"

The expression on Wei Yuan's face relaxed, and he said, "It's not a waste."

"The true owner of this sword originally lived here. There's no point in taking it away. He must want to stay and watch over his homeland. Besides, if it stays here, his true spirit might be able to condense a little in a few decades. After all, he was one of the only two kings here, and he was very strong."

"It's just a pity that the weapon I exchanged with him back then has probably shattered."

"After all, it was just a piece of ordinary iron. After sixteen hundred years, it would have rusted into dust long ago."

The gloom and depression in Wei Yuan's heart were swept away, and he said with a smile:

"Maybe in thirty years, maybe in fifty years, I can bring wine to see him."

"Of course, I'll definitely get him drunk again."

Wu Zhiqi said, "The remnants of the true spirit condensed like that will definitely forget the past."

"It doesn't matter if he forgets."

Wei Yuan said softly, "I can get to know him again."

…

This journey was indeed impossible to be peaceful.

Just after leaving the city, Wei Yuan noticed icy killing intent lurking in the void ahead. Wu Zhiqi sneered, and Wei Yuan pressed his hand on the sword. The Tieying Sword was placed on his lap in its scabbard, and his sword intent condensed.

Suddenly, accompanied by bursts of roars,

Wei Yuan and Wu Zhiqi saw large patches of flame appearing in the sky ahead. It was a much larger scale than before, with nuclear weapons doing Brownian motion again. Wu Zhiqi turned his hand, and the heavy water directly turned these weapons into fireworks in the air.

Then came the sweeping fire of new weapons 'imported' from various countries.

Many of the Heavenly Gods didn't dare to step forward, but at this time, it seemed that some force was compelling them.

They had to step forward.

Wei Yuan held his sword, and Wu Zhiqi held a water staff in his hand.

This time, escorting the Dao Ancestor's remains back to his homeland, Wei Yuan showed no mercy with his sword.

And neither did Wu Zhiqi.

That Hanuman, who had been seriously injured by Wei Yuan earlier,

was already a corpse by the time Wei Yuan returned. Wu Zhiqi had directly killed him with a single strike, not bothering with anything else. This monkey's personality had always been violent and arrogant. If he said he would kill you with a single strike, he would kill you with a single strike. There was absolutely no second possibility.

Now he was even more willful, striking or smashing with his water staff.

The staff techniques were unrestrained. Wei Yuan saw traces of no less than ten types of human staff techniques. These things could be found online. Although some true transmissions were hidden, these things were enough for Wu Zhiqi to absorb, transform, and create his own skills.

Moreover, inside the water staff, the water flow sometimes swirled and sometimes collided.

Making the force of the staff unpredictable and endless.

There was even overfrequency tuning, creating a ripple in front of the water staff.

Directly equivalent to a large-scale overfrequency water blade impact.

Giving the monkey's attacks armor-piercing, cutting, and splash damage.

Injuring with a graze, killing with a hit.

The monkey was killing with enthusiasm, laughing loudly, but this time he restrained himself from manually activating the BGM.

At the same time, he fought towards Wei Yuan.

The Tieying Sword in his palm moved like a swimming dragon, not falling behind at all.

Even the other Heavenly Gods were lost in thought.

In a trance, it was not a duel between two people at all.

It was as if all the great heroes of ancient Indian mythology had joined forces.

Holding an undying golden armor, holding the Dharma-protecting chakra, with the divine bow Gandiva, with the Dharma-protecting divine sword, with the indestructible blade that killed the Rakshasas of the ten directions, yet they could not do anything against a sword from ancient Shenzhou. That sword was naturally ordinary iron, but it became spiritual because of the person who held it.

The Sword Saint of the Tang Dynasty.

Wei Yuan swept his sword across, and an unparalleled aura overflowed.

Blocking all attacks with an attitude that seemed to accommodate everything. The aura in his chest and abdomen surged, and his injuries were suppressed. In this kind of place, fighting against one of the highest gods of the local area was too much of a disadvantage. Wei Yuan exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and his own swordsmanship had already been brought to its limit.

But, alas, alas, the other side was directly cheating.

With the blessing of one side's Heavenly Dao, the other side's sword could actually keep up with Wei Yuan's swordsmanship.

Moreover, why did the other side have so many things from other gods?

This guy, could it be…

Wei Yuan's eyes swept across, and fine cracks appeared on the Tieying Sword. At this moment, Wu Zhiqi had to protect the old ox. Wei Yuan could indeed use other weapons, but at this time, neither the Chiyou Battle Halberd nor the Xing Tian Axe were as easy to use as the sword in his palm.

Or should he change weapons…

Suddenly, Wei Yuan felt a chill in his heart.

Wu Zhiqi shouted angrily, "Wei Yuan, don't be distracted!!!"

Wei Yuan raised his head, and in that instant, a trace of trance appeared in his eyes. As Vishnu, the Lord of Illusions, holding the conch shell, successfully created a crack in the Sword Saint's heart on the land of North India. Even though Wei Yuan instantly restored this crack, in that instant, more cracks had appeared in the sword in his palm.

But even so, Vishnu still had not gained the slightest advantage in terms of moves.

"So you are Yuan..."

Vishnu frowned irritably and suddenly said:

"Did you put that Jie Ri Sword in Kanyakubja?"

"I might as well tell you, by placing that sword there, I just swallowed the solar divinity in that sword, so that I could achieve the complete unity of divinity on this land. I should thank you. If you had taken the sword away, although I could have swallowed his remaining things, it would have been slower."

"Slow enough that I might not have been able to stop you."

"Also, the true spirit of King Jie Ri did indeed remain in a part of Kanyakubja, and it has just gradually gathered."

"As the reincarnation of solar divinity, he created the Jie Ri Kingdom, so of course I have to get him."

Vishnu murmured with a slightly intoxicated tone: "In this era, only by gathering all the divinity on this land can we stir up true storms... Do you know the joy of this complete and unified divinity? No longer is there Shiva, no longer is there Brahma, nor is there Vishnu, no longer are there gods, only the pure me."

Wei Yuan subconsciously tightened the hand holding the sword.

Vishnu said, "Do you know what he said in the end?"

One of the Trimurti, or rather, the god who had finally unified the divinity here, just like he had told the Asura King Shui Chi about the news that shattered the latter's state of mind three thousand years ago, said: "He told you to run away quickly."

"You're too late."

Vishnu, also known as the Lord of Illusions, who used illusions as his orthodox method.

Easily reconstructed the situation at that time with the last traces of King Jie Ri.

But it was clear that King Jie Ri, who had been constructed from illusions, seemed to recognize the Tang Dynasty errant knight who had already changed his appearance. He wanted to speak, but it was already impossible to open his mouth. Only the emotions in his eyes became more and more intense.

The errant knight of the Tang Dynasty stretched out his left hand, and the emotions in the eyes of the last true spirit of King Jie Ri in the illusion became excited.

At the young age of fifteen, he had already dominated the world, holding power over a country. Known as the Sun God who held to the precepts, since ancient times, whether in the East or the West, anyone who had stabilized an empire with his own strength was a hero among millions. At this moment, this man only wanted to push Wei Yuan away.

Wei Yuan's hand touched his friend, and the illusion shattered before his eyes. His five fingers subconsciously clenched, but he couldn't hold anything. In this era of great changes, the mountains and seas of Shenzhou returned, and Yamato Island was transformed into Yingzhou. North India would naturally not stand idly by. Vishnu, one of the Trimurti, had already integrated all the divinity here.

And the Sun God who held the precepts had actually been swallowed even earlier.

Even just now, it was just an illusion deliberately created.

Vishnu laughed loudly: "If he really saw you, it would probably be like in the illusion, what a pity."

He was honest at this moment: "As the beginning of divinity, I will inevitably take back everything. Since he came from me in the beginning, it is normal for him to return to me in the end. However, you didn't even see that this was just an illusion?"

"I saw it."

"Eh?!" Vishnu was stunned.

The eyes of the Tang Dynasty errant knight were dark, quiet, without sorrow or joy.

And the Tieying Sword in his palm shattered in a long cry, breaking in the confrontation with the highest divinity of North India.

The sword blade rotated and grazed his cheek, leaving blood.

The errant knight had no sword in his palm.

Vishnu, who thought he had finally defeated his opponent's state of mind, was surprised for a moment, but then laughed loudly.

He was about to strike.

Suddenly, his brow tingled unbearably, and he sensed an indescribable, violent sword intent beyond the past emerging.

'His swordsmanship is incomplete, the problem of his state of mind.'

'As a sword art of utmost emotion and nature.'

'His sword is too stable.'

The whispers of Dayi and Xing Tian from the past.

What about now?

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Buffering and accumulating momentum...

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