The last sound of Wei Yuan's voice fell into the wind, using up the last of his strength, the most brutal and direct move descending.

The Heavenly Emperor raised his eyes, also like Wei Yuan just now, forcibly meeting attack with attack, instantly using countless stellar torrents to bombard the [God-Smiting Whip] that Wei Yuan had transformed with size-altering magic, its material absolutely capable of withstanding the clash between Wei Yuan and Di Jun without fear of shattering. In an instant, the [God-Smiting Whip] also solidified, and then the foundation and power within, supported by Wei Yuan, were ultimately shattered by the seemingly endless impact of the stellar torrents.

The huge form dissipated, and then vanished with the ripples of silver laws in the void.

This represented that Wei Yuan had completely exhausted all of his power.

The so-called God-Smiting Whip.

Was just finding a sturdy and durable weapon and then using it to smash down with all of his remaining strength.

Originally, he should have used a sword.

But the Heavenly Emperor's inventory had already shattered three swords.

And Wei Yuan currently only had the Human Dao Xuanyuan Sword on hand.

There was really no way to use such a violent method again.

Otherwise, if this sword were to be shattered, Wei Yuan felt that Ji Xuanyuan in the lucid dream might burst into tears on the spot. But now, Wei Yuan could only sigh softly, and even though he was unwilling to admit defeat, he had to say, "As expected of the Heavenly Emperor..."

Even so, there was still a sense of regret in his heart.

If those three swords had not collapsed along the way, but had maintained their form.

If these three swords could have supported him in unleashing the peak of the sword array... what would the result have been? Once this thought appeared, it began to grow and expand, making him feel extremely regretful. The Xuanyuan Sword definitely had to be returned, but what about the Chang'an Sword? The Kunlun Sword, plus the sword mark that appeared between his eyebrows when he gave up condensing the Sword Dao Dao Fruit.

At most, that was only three swords.

Moreover, the thing between his eyebrows was now just a sword mark, the Chang'an Sword had fallen into the core of the Turbid World, and the Kunlun Sword...

The power represented by Kunlun had already been locked by the Queen Mother of the West.

Wei Yuan was lost in thought.

He had now blasted out all of his power.

And it was forcibly received by Di Jun.

In fact, he didn't even have the strength to fly in the air anymore. It was Yu the Great who took the initiative to fly out, grabbed Wei Yuan by the back of his collar, and then stepped into the void, avoiding the remaining stellar power and the sharp, cold sword energy. After a few jumps, he returned to Heavenly Emperor Mountain. The dignified Primordial Heavenly Lord was now swaying, his body soft.

It was practically a liquid body like a cat.

Wobbling back and forth, wobbling back and forth.

It could be seen how ruthless he had been just now.

Yu the Great Si Wenming sighed, "Even if you later shaped the destiny of Nanshan bamboo for Ah Yuan."

"You don't need to use a giant bamboo stick to smash people in the end."

"How embarrassing."

"Even if you used two bamboo shoots to smash down, it would be better."

"Speaking of which, Di Jun's starlight power is hot enough, can it be used for cooking? For example, if you throw the bamboo shoots over and they are penetrated by the starlight power, will they be thoroughly cooked? And also, and also..."

"What do you say about throwing a Bifang bird in?"

"Will it be cooked directly?!"

Yu the Great became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes glowing, "Although that thing is immune to flame supernatural powers, this is Di Jun."

"The high temperature of the stars should be able to directly cook the Bifang bird, right?!"

"Right, right?"

"Ah Yuan, say something!"

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

Say? Say what?

Bifang bird: I thank you, I do.

Listen to me, thank you.

Wei Yuan couldn't help but complain like he used to, "How can you not let go of the Bifang bird after so many years?"

"Worthy of you, sticking to one idea."

Yu the Great raised his head: "Hahahaha, that's natural!"

"...Why do you still look so proud?" Wei Yuan complained helplessly.

There seemed to be no gap of thousands of years between the two, just like in the beginning, Yu the Great carefully placed Wei Yuan in the Heavenly Emperor Mountain's restriction. Then Buzhou Mountain had already rushed over, shouting, "Damn, damn, brat, are you okay? Are you still alive?"

"Say something!"

Then he was directly stopped. There was already a figure faster than him.

A gentle voice: "Old man, please step back, thank you."

A indifferent voice without any fluctuations: "Retreat!"

One black and one white figure directly passed through Buzhou Mountain, blocking the old man who cared about his little disciple behind.

The old man opened his mouth, speechless.

Frustrating!

I really want to beat up Fuxi to vent my anger.

The Taoist was dressed in a green robe, his hair white, and his clothes stained with blood.

Lying on the bed.

One on the left and one on the right, two figures with almost identical appearances but different temperaments, simultaneously reached out their hands.

Four fair palms rested on Wei Yuan's arm.

The white-haired girl was dressed in black, her temperament faintly deep and dark.

And the black-haired girl was wearing a white dress, her expression gentle and soft.

The two Nuwa simultaneously closed their eyes, and then faint golden light particles like the morning sun slowly fell, covering Wei Yuan's body, seeping into his bones and muscles, slowly nourishing the spirit and true soul that had been injured by the impact of the stellar river. The golden light slowly flowed and changed, making people feel at peace.

Liu Niu stopped.

He wanted to get closer, but he was worried about disturbing the two girls' treatment of Wei Yuan.

Instead, he hesitated.

Xingtian stretched out his fan-like hand and patted Liu Niu's shoulder, directly creating a sonic boom in the air. The sound was huge, and the space rippled. If Liu Niu hadn't advanced to become a Lei Bu battle general by relying on the terrifying willpower honed by fighting in the Ruins of the Heavens and Worlds for thousands of years, he might have become a seriously injured person.

The greeting method of an ancient civil official!

Xingtian laughed loudly: "Don't worry, don't worry."

"With these two here, even if this kid is already dead, they can almost pull him back!"

"As long as they have the concept of [Human Race]."

"These two are the strongest!"

"Hahahaha, so rest assured, no, rest assured a hundred times!"

The white-haired girl raised her eyes, her face without the slightest ripple, and her tone indifferent: "Shut up."

Xingtian's hearty laughter stopped abruptly as if Ji Xuanyuan had given him a throat lock.

It took a long time to slowly recover, and he said with a dry smile: "Ah, ah hahaha..."

"This, this is really impolite."

"Nuwa, I..."

The Nuwa in a white dress, with a gentle look between her eyebrows, said: "Xingtian, please go out and guard first."

Xingtian's smile stopped abruptly.

This, this is... being disliked by both Nuwa at the same time?

No, it shouldn't be...

I just laughed a little louder, right?

At this moment, Xingtian's arm suddenly raised, taking advantage of his contemplation, directly dragging his neck, and then his arm exerted force, popping off his head. Then he took a half step forward, and his arm muscles bulged, as if cast in steel, and then he threw it forward with a wild laugh.

Suddenly stood up, a甩腿.

With a bang, Xingtian's head directly turned into a stream of light, flying far away with a swoosh.

"You f**king..."

Only the body was still laughing.

Xingtian's body turned around, his hand caressing his chest, and gave an 'elegant' salute to the two Nuwa, saying:

"Don't worry, you two."

"I have helped the two of you to deal with that nagging, chattering, and noisy head."

"It will be clean in the future."

"I will definitely forge ahead bravely in this matter."

"Take the lead."

Jingwei was stunned, and the black-haired Nuwa was helpless, but signaled the others to go out first, and then help Wei Yuan heal his wounds.

………………

The sun was bright, and the golden light flowed and changed. The Great Sun Golden Crow was surrounded by streamers like the morning sun. Although it was bright, it was not dazzling, and it did not have the terrifying destructive power of ancient times. Its expression was still calm, and it said: "Father, the Primordial Heavenly Lord has been treated by Nuwa, and his injuries are stable and will not leave any serious problems."

"Yes."

The Heavenly Emperor nodded calmly.

The Great Sun Golden Crow was silent for a moment, and said: "I also want to congratulate Father on defeating another powerful enemy."

"Defeated?"

This time, the Heavenly Emperor seemed to have said a little more. He said lightly: "But it cannot be considered a defeat."

"Huh??"

The Great Sun Golden Crow was about to speak, about to say that this battle was an unquestionable victory. The Heavenly Emperor even took the initiative to wait for Wei Yuan to deduce the sword array and push the sword momentum to the limit in order to allow the latter to exert his full strength. Even so, the so-called Primordial Heavenly Lord still lost.

Then the Great Sun Golden Crow's eyes narrowed, and he saw the Heavenly Emperor in a gorgeous robe calmly retracting his right hand. His sleeves were as neat as before, but there were wounds on his originally distinct knuckles and slender white hands.

They were sword marks.

The sword energy was continuous, winding, and endless.

Droplets of blood flowed out, falling on the gorgeous clothes, staining the clothes with traces of blood.

And following the traces of blood, one could very intuitively see the target of this sword.

The Great Sun Golden Crow's vision moved up.

?????!

Then his pupils shrank, and his thoughts stagnated in an instant, losing his ability to speak.

This sword.

Pointed straight at the heart!

…………………………

And just before that, when Wei Yuan and the Heavenly Emperor were fighting most fiercely, in the Turbid World—

An incomparably clear sword cry rose into the sky, tearing apart the universe. Thousands of Turbid World gods and demons formed a large array, and the black and red Qi flowed and changed, suppressing the divine weapon that sensed a familiar aura and wanted to return to its master. Suddenly, an extremely sharp and decisive sword cry exploded.

With a loud bang.

The huge array that exuded extremely dense and profound heaven and earth patterns was directly shattered!

One god and demon after another spat out blood and flew out. Those close to the sword were even directly killed by the terrifying sword energy, swept into it by the sword energy and sword intent, and turned into ashes. Their souls were completely destroyed. The long sword was about to sweep back with endless sword intent, but at this moment, it seemed that the strong sense disappeared.

The long sword became quiet again.

"Good, what a terrifying sword..."

"This, what is its master doing?!"

"Terrible, so terrifying sword momentum. Its master must also be qualified to compete for the top five in kendo."

"Yes, I almost felt that it was about to fly back just now, but I don't know what happened over there that caused the aura to dissipate all of a sudden. Otherwise, this sword would really have flown away."

Hearing the careful conversation of many gods and demons.

The sword seemed to be unable to sense its master and became decadent and quiet again.

The body of Huntian had an indifferent expression without the slightest ripple, as if it had not produced intelligence. His gaze turned slightly, and he did not see the tall and terrifying ghost.

‘I will go to the Clear World…’

The body of Huntian was thoughtful.

………………

"Damn it, that damn Zhuge Liang, why, why is he so calculating?!"

"Is this called knowing people and being good at assigning them tasks?!"

"Damn, you call this knowing people and being good at assigning them tasks?! This thing is very terrifying, okay!"

Bai Ze kept complaining, but he could only complain.

He still honestly helped tie up a Turbid World god and demon.

Zhang Wenyuan smiled, just listening to his complaints. Suddenly, his expression froze, and he raised his hand to stop the team from moving forward, saying: "No, there is Turbid World aura. Who is it?!"

The terrifying killing intent ahead almost materialized.

Zhang Wenyuan rode his horse forward, his expression cold, exuding the baleful aura of a veteran general.

He had already made a sudden move.

The battle halberd was wrapped in overbearing flames.

Wrapped in the power of the Seven Stars Breaking Army, it was casually taken down in an instant. The power on the battle halberd was like a clay ox entering the sea, disappearing in an instant. Zhang Wenyuan was stunned, and then he heard a bold and unrestrained laugh: "Hahaha, after a long absence, now it can finally be considered a bit of an atmosphere."

!!!

Zhang Wenyuan's pupils shrank.

This voice is...

Impossible!

He subconsciously tightened the battle halberd in his hand.

The black and red aura dissipated, and what blocked his battle halberd was also a battle halberd, a Fangtian Halberd.

Unmoved.

Guan Yunchang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Bixie Dragon under his crotch stepped forward.

The clouds dissipated, and a general in black and red hideous armor, exuding a terrifying aura, led the Turbid World demons behind him, blocking the way. He held the heavy Fangtian Halberd, made of many Turbid World materials, in one hand. With just a little force, he pushed Zhang Wenyuan's battle halberd away. A terrifying battlefield aura rose into the air, as if lowering the vision.

"Humph!"

"Long time no see, Guan Yunchang, Wenyuan."

Guan Yunchang's pair of Danfeng eyes opened completely, saying:

"Marquis Wen, Lu Fengxian..."

ps: The second update today... 3,800 words