Chapter 44 Kunwu Sword

Supporting the heavens and touching the earth, then crushing everything horizontally, allowing that majestic momentum to press down heavily and powerfully—this was Wei Yuan's unique divine power. In this small world, for some reason, the Chang'an Sword couldn't appear. Although the sword formed purely from sword qi was still enough to roam freely, it was ultimately weaker.

The Hand of Overturning Mountains smashed down, something the one suspected to be a fake Fuxi hadn't anticipated.

His expression changed drastically, and he crossed his arms to block. The move heavily struck his arms, and with two cracking sounds, his arm bones were almost broken. Wei Yuan's five fingers slightly spread out, and the power of [Words Become Law] was unleashed. The opponent hadn't expected this move that shouldn't exist in this era.

In just a few moves, Wei Yuan's hand gripped the man's iron mask.

"Don't even think about it..."

Again, the energies of mountains, lakes, thunder, and fire circulated.

He wanted to break free from Wei Yuan's grasp, preventing him from seeing his true face.

But he found that the white-haired Daoist in front of him seemed to be omniscient, his moves unpredictable, taking a corresponding reaction a step ahead. Forcibly changing his moves again, it was still the same. On the other side, Zhuanxu finally composed himself, raised his eyes, and saw that the black-clad, iron-armored man's moves were grand and the innate energies flowed.

And the white-haired Daoist was only facing him with one hand, always catching him off guard.

Although he looked elegant and composed, he forced the other's Innate Eight Trigrams technique to become stiff and difficult to move.

Suddenly, his right hand opened wide, and with a sweep of his sleeve, the boundless suction force of Sleeve Universe erupted, pulling the unprepared opponent forward. His right hand perfectly gripped the mask, and then a vast force erupted fiercely.

The power of Supporting the Heavens and Touching the Earth, holding the opponent's head, smashed down hard.

His right foot stepped forward.

Thirty-six Heavenly罡 Transformations - Pointing the Ground Turns to Steel.

The hardness of this steel was related to his own Daoist cultivation. At this moment, when Wei Yuan used it, it was probably comparable to the hardness of the divine weapons in myths. The combined effect of this move could be largely considered as the Buddha opening his golden body and grinning as he used Mount Wuzhi to smash someone's head hard against Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang.

fuCkyou, do you understand? Do you understand!

Named Fu Ke You, the so-called physical salvation.

A Zen slap to the head.

This heavy move directly slammed the person into the ground, seemingly trying to crush his head directly.

The power of the eight types of innate mythological concepts instantly erupted.

Zhuanxu was caught off guard for a moment, not expecting the Daoist, who had just been elegant, to turn around and use such a violent and reckless move. He was shocked and retreated backward. He couldn't see clearly what was happening and waited anxiously. In the sound of footsteps, the white-haired Daoist had already stepped forward.

With wide sleeves and a white hand, he held a mask that was constantly dripping blood.

Zhuanxu was dumbfounded: "This, this is..."

Wei Yuan replied: "He got away, a combination of Innate Eight Trigrams technique and escape techniques."

"Hmm? The blood on the mask?"

"This poor Daoist just did a little something on the ground."

In fact, when Wei Yuan had just turned the ground to steel, he had directly created a cone in the ground, intending to open a hole in the top of the opponent's head. Because of his communication with Houtu, Wei Yuan's mastery in earth-related divine powers was already unparalleled.

"...Your strength is so strong."

The Daoist looked at the thing in his hand and said, "It's just that I'm used to it."

He had fought with the genuine Fuxi more than once.

Why would he be afraid of a fake?

Tsk, why is he as slippery as the real Fuxi?

"...I'm still a burden to you. Otherwise, you should have been able to catch up, right?" Zhuanxu's face showed歉意. From the previous exchange, with Wei Yuan's strength, not to mention really taking the other party down directly, at least he could have achieved greater results, not like this.

"We can't be lured away from the mountain."

"Their target is you, and Gonggong..."

"Gonggong?!" Zhuanxu was stunned, and then the calm expression he had in the dangerous place suddenly turned into panic. "Quick, go and see..."

The white-haired Daoist nodded: "Okay."

But... I'm afraid it's already too late.

He directly grabbed Zhuanxu's collar, took a step, and the Heavenly罡 Divine Power of Vertical Golden Light burst out, directly turning into a stream of light, instantly rushing to the human race's hinterland at a speed no less than that of the Golden Crow turning into a rainbow, and threw Zhuanxu to Ji Xuanyuan's door.

Then, turning again, the escape light went straight to Gonggong.

One second Zhuanxu still felt that he was outside, and the next he had already appeared in front of Ji Xuanyuan's door. His heart was shaken: "What a fast speed... eh?" Before the thought in his heart could fall, he heard a quarrel coming from the room.

"Is it impossible to talk?!"

"Hmph!"

"Okay! If you don't listen to explanations, then I won't explain! You won't even take the elixir, what do you want to do!"

"Do whatever you want!"

"Go die, if you die, I'll just marry again. I'll, I'll marry three thousand wives in one go!"

"All with white hair and red eyes!"

With a crash, a foot kicked the door out, directly embedded in the wall. The angry Ji Xuanyuan strode out, wearing black clothes, his soft black hair falling behind his back. The gloomy future emperor, Zhuanxu, a tech and music geek, stiffly raised his head.

"Ah, well, that..."

Zhuanxu was silent and said:

"Well, Grandpa, I, I went to the wrong yard."

"I didn't hear a word of your and Grandma's flirting, no, arguing."

"Another point."

"Isn't white hair and red eyes Grandma's appearance?"

"Or do you want Bai Ze, the second uncle, to transform, but even if he transforms..."

Zhuanxu, who, like nerds across the ages, would get carried away when they started talking and didn't know how to read the atmosphere, stopped abruptly. A broad palm covered the top of his head, strong, warm, like returning to his mother's body before birth.

He even saw the smile of his deceased mother.

Huh?!

This move, why is it so familiar, it seems to be the same as the Daoist's previous move...

Boom!!!

..................

After being subjected to the direct lineage emperor's memory correction technique.

Zhuanxu looked at his grandfather and very cleverly 【forgot】 what had just happened.

Finally, enduring Ji Xuanyuan's murderous gaze, he honestly told the whole story. It seemed that after the people around him left one by one, Ji Xuanyuan, who had inevitably become old and頹廢, regained his sharp gaze.

At this time, the previous golden light fell again, and the white-haired Daoist appeared here.

Zhuanxu introduced the identities of both parties.

Wei Yuan looked at Ji Xuanyuan, cupped his hands slightly, and said in a plain voice: "This poor Daoist greets the Human Emperor."

Ji Xuanyuan, who looked like a颓廢 middle-aged uncle despite his age, scanned Wei Yuan and said, "Oh? Have we met somewhere before?"

"This poor Daoist is meeting the Human Emperor for the first time. Your Majesty, you must be mistaken."

The Daoist's tone was gentle, his face unchanged, as if he was meeting this guy for the first time.

In short, it was the fox of the Tu Shan clan who hit you before.

What does it have to do with my Daoist Yuan Shi?

Ji Xuanyuan nodded slightly, reached out and patted Wei Yuan's shoulder to express his gratitude, and then leaned closer and laughed loudly: "Is that so? However, I have firmly remembered your aura. Heh... If I find out that Daoist is deceiving me, I will definitely beat you up next time we meet."

He was still refined at the beginning, but the last sentence revealed the aura of a reckless man.

The Daoist's eyes twitched.

If he remembered correctly, this purebred wild reckless man was a savage when he was young.

Aura concealment and aura search are both maxed out.

Although it was said to be a small world, Curator Wei still remembered the ancient savage five-person training group personally created by Zhujiuyin when they first met. His moves were honed at that time.

You naturally learn how to fight after being beaten up a lot.

Ji Xuanyuan, this bastard, drove the carriage with one hand and held the Huang Yue with the other, beating him so happily. Thinking about it now, it even carried a kind of revengeful pleasure.

It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be...

This is just a small world.

He was actually interfered with and produced such wrong associations. Wei Yuan ah Wei Yuan, you are still too young.

The Daoist ridiculed himself in his heart, and then his face remained unchanged: "Then, Your Majesty can enjoy yourself at that time."

"Okay!"

Xuanyuan nodded and said, "How is Gonggong doing?"

Wei Yuan said, "...He was also attacked, but..."

Another voice replied:

"However, the other party is too stupid."

In a calm language, with hidden arrogance, the tall Water God appeared in the sound of footsteps, pulling a twisted figure with his right hand, slamming it heavily on the ground. Boundless water flowed and rotated rapidly, each drop of water as heavy as a small world, directly trapping the assassin in it, making him wish he were dead.

Gonggong threw out a dagger and said, "This thing seems to interfere with the sanity of the injured."

"It will make the injured person's emotions unknowingly riot and become偏執."

"Hmph, I could smell the stench of this kind of thing long ago."

He threw the dagger down.

Wei Yuan said, "That's how it is... Gonggong noticed the opponent in advance, using himself as bait to capture him alive..." Even he couldn't deny that at this moment, compared to Zhuanxu, everyone would choose to support Gonggong.

Powerful, calm, strategic, with both personal martial power and leadership charm maxed out.

Moreover, he is a god of the same origin as the Wa Emperor, and has been reincarnated as a human.

Rounding it off, he can simply be said to be Nuwa's younger brother reincarnated as a human.

Much stronger than the current Zhuanxu.

Well, you can tell from Zhuanxu's face full of迷弟 expression that this guy has no jealousy at all.

However, since Gonggong's emotions were not interfered with, what happened in the past? Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows, only feeling that the situation in front of him was becoming more and more strange. After understanding the situation, Xuanyuan took his sword and planned to check the situation.

Gonggong and Zhuanxu accompanied him.

Wei Yuan looked at the Water God walking past him and said, "How did you notice?"

The handsome and cold god sneered and replied: "He actually transformed into Fangfeng's appearance."

"He's got some brains."

"However," Gonggong replied:

"I remember every face in the tribe clearly."

....................

"Then, this poor Daoist will leave first."

Xuanyuan's actions seemed to involve something quite secretive. Wei Yuan's current identity was not suitable for participating in it. Zhuanxu ran to Xuanyuan and whispered a few words, and then brought something and handed it to Wei Yuan, explaining, "I saw that you didn't have a handy weapon when you were fighting just now."

"There are still many famous swords sealed in the armory of Xuanyuan Hill."

"I asked Grandpa for an edict, you can take it there and see if you can find a handy weapon."

Wei Yuan nodded and thanked him. The armory of Youxiong was guarded by an old man who seemed to be flipping through some tortoise shells.

Looking at the edict Wei Yuan handed over, the old man walked inside with a hunched back and holding an oil lamp, saying:

"I didn't expect to see this edict again. Heh, it seems that there is going to be some storm again."

"Otherwise, you wouldn't be here to get a weapon."

"What kind of weapon does the young man use?"

"Swords," the Daoist replied.

"Heh... swords, okay, there happens to be a sword here." The old man was surprised and smiled, "It seems that you and this sword have some缘分." He slowly went to fetch the weapon, unlocking the array patterns on the weapon. Wei Yuan looked at the tortoise shells and stone slabs on the table.

There were words on it.

He asked curiously, "Is the old man recording something?"

"Heh... not recording, thinking about a question."

"Question?"

"Yes, I have watched the spirit patterns of countless living beings in my life, but I still don't know how to describe the sky. The sky is vast and always unchanged, but how should I record it? How should I create it? And how should I describe it?"

The old man sighed.

Wei Yuan thought of 【Huantian】, thought of the gentle middle-aged man, and muttered to himself:

"The sky... is supreme."

"Hmm?"

"I just remembered something about an old friend. He said that the sky is the highest, and it comes from a great one."

The white-haired Daoist spoke of Huantian's understanding of the sky. The hunchbacked and pale old man was stunned and lost in thought, saying: "...Your friend is really amazing, he said it very thoroughly." The old man smiled and handed over the sword box, saying: "This is the sword, see if it is suitable?"

Wei Yuan thanked him and opened the sword box.

Then, a cold sword qi permeated, steeped in the years.

The sword blade was crimson, but the sword qi was extremely cold. A kind of famous sword charm circulated. The old man stroked his beard and said, "This sword is made of gold and jade from Kunlun Mountain. The sword qi does not dissipate. It is forged with red steel, and it cuts jade like mud."

"The craftsman who forged this sword was named Wu, and this sword is named Kunwu."

"Kunwu Sword?!"

The white-haired Daoist was overjoyed for a moment. It was a natural joy of a swordsman for something he liked. This was a divine weapon recorded in the *Liezi* and *Famous Swords Records* of Shenzhou. However, unlike the other swords that had owners, even in the *Famous Swords Records* and *Liezi*, it was only recorded that this sword was presented by the Western Rong Kingdom as a famous sword in the world during the reign of King Mu of Zhou.

"Good luck..."

Wei Yuan drew his sword, and the sword qi spread. It was indeed a famous sword. The Daoist couldn't help but smile.

"Good luck."

"Since the Kunwu Sword can be given as a treasure by the Western Rong to exchange for King Mu of Zhou not to attack them, the name of this sword must be extremely great."

"Now this sword is still in the box."

"It seems that I got it before this sword became famous."

"I wonder if I will be夺取ing the first time of the Kunwu sword master who does not exist in historical records?"

After Wei Yuan thanked him, he prepared to leave, but he heard a familiar noisy voice from outside: "Old man Cangjie, how is it, sitting here in vain, what do you think..." The voice stopped abruptly. Wei Yuan raised his eyes and saw a handsome but lazy-looking young man outside the door.

Seeing the latter dressed as an ancient scholar, his curly hair loose, he didn't know how many days he hadn't taken care of it.

Bai Ze...

The young man looked at Cangjie, and then at Wei Yuan.

He reached out and rubbed his eyes hard, and looked at Wei Yuan again.

Then his face changed, and he directly shouted a human race curse of this era.

Turned around, stepped, ran!

？？？！

There's a problem.

Wei Yuan stepped forward and chased after him in an instant.

The already old Cangjie was dumbfounded and couldn't help but stroke his beard and smile. He put the lamp in his hand on the table, and holding his waist, slowly walked to the table, slowly sat down, and touched the inscriptions on the stone slab with his wrinkled palms. It was a 【大】 character.

The 大 of this era is not a horizontal line, but more like two hands hanging down.

....................

At this moment, the Daoist grabbed Bai Ze's collar and said, "Why are you running?!"

Bai Ze was panting and struggling hard, saying, "You, why are you chasing?!"

"If you don't run, will I chase?!"

"If you don't chase, will I run?!"

Bai Ze and Wei Yuan stared at each other, and finally the Daoist let him go, saying: "But you ran first, what's wrong with you? Hmm? Or I'll take you out and throw you to the place where those gods whose black history you recorded are."

"I believe they will, take good care of you."

Curator Wei bit down heavily on the word "care".

As beings who both bear the name of 【black history】, Curator Wei is very clear about Bai Ze's weakness.

Bai Ze, penetrated!

Even a head of curly hair was listless.

"I, I just discovered that there are people like you... you, you don't belong to this world at all!" Bai Ze opened his mouth and said a shocking secret. Wei Yuan was startled and shocked, and then reacted. Although Bai Ze was said to be useless, lazy, and a waste of air,

But he was born with the mythological concept of cognition.

Not the kind of ten directions inside and outside.

But as long as he appeared in front of him and was observed by him, information might be detected by him.

He would directly obtain information from this world itself.

It seems that Bai Ze in the small world has also reflected such power...

Wei Yuan thought absently in his heart.

After all, I really come from outside...

Bai Ze cried with a sad face and shouted:

"You are from thousands of years later!"

The smile on the white-haired Daoist's mouth solidified.

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And in the armory.

"From a great one..."

Cangjie muttered to himself, recalling what the white-haired Daoist said, Huantian's path.

Wrinkled hands clenched the carving knife and slowly lowered it.

Adding a one to the character 大.

The highest in the realm, from a great one, is 【天】.

Thus, the character 天 was born and never changed for thousands of years.