Chapter 74 Yu Xu, Yuan Shi...

"Yu Xu, Yuan Shi..."

Such names were slowly spoken, accompanied by the fall of the bodies of gods, and the sliding of Jin Zheng Rushou's broken body. They were just ordinary words, yet they carried unimaginable shock and terrifying suppression.

Benefiting from the lingering aura of discussion between [Huantian] and [Hou] in this place.

Even time could not blow away their traces. Wei Yuan was able to display a sword that truly reached the realm of [Four Greats within the Domain]. Starting with man, changing twice, and finally deducing to the extreme, he touched the threshold of the [Sword of Dao], and then thrust out with his sword.

Jin Zheng Rushou of the West Sea didn't even have time to activate his complete concept of divinity.

He was already pierced through the brow by this sword.

As Jin Zheng, whose speed and sharpness were extremely powerful.

This was the first time he had encountered a move that pierced him directly before he could even activate his divine concept.

The white-haired Daoist lowered his eyes.

Feeling a burst of throbbing pain in his brow.

'Jin Zheng Rushou would think that the master of a mere small world is not worth paying attention to.'

'Jin Zheng Rushou would be less vigilant because of the presence of the Wood God Jumang, and because the latter's healing ability is not inferior to the Shennong Ruler, and would subconsciously hold the dignity of the Western Emperor, only activating the concept of divinity, but not completely covering his body, which would reveal emotions similar to fear and timidity.'

'Rushou doesn't like such inner emotions.'

The fluctuations of the three lines of fate only interfered from the side, slightly affecting Rushou's emotions, and urging the latter to postpone the activation of his full combat stance, the probability of which was probably increased from a fifty-fifty chance to about seventy percent. Wei Yuan already felt a huge drain on his spirit.

It was still too difficult to use the identity of a human to move the power of the heavens.

And now, it is no longer possible to move Jumang's thoughts...

However, this is something that even [Huantian] could not do...

Only the [Dao] born before heaven and earth can affect [Heaven], and explaining the Great Dao with the power of man is only possible with the path of the Four Greats within the Domain that Wei Yuan himself has walked. Whether it is [Hou]'s thick earth carrying all things, or [Huantian]'s heaven covering all living beings, they may surpass Wei Yuan in other aspects.

But there are also places where they are definitely not as good as Wei Yuan.

Just like Gonggong's waves accumulating unparalleled power, or Dijun's peerless individual combat strength, they must not be allowed to fight at a distance from Fuxi.

Wei Yuan looked at Jumang.

Rushou's sudden death raised his vigilance to the highest level, making him almost as frightened as a bird startled by the twang of a bow. To raise his hand and wipe out an emperor of the sea, even the Ten Great Peaks who were not good at combat, such as Nuwa and Houtu, could not do it.

"Your strength..."

"No."

Wei Yuan said: "I am far from reaching my friend's realm, so you can rest assured."

Jumang subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously feeling at ease, as if the other party really had no intention of killing him, and then he immediately noticed the deviation of his self-awareness, and the next moment, he realized that sentence—

'Is this person one of the Ten Great Peaks?'

'No.'

'I am far from reaching my friend's realm...'

'Friend...'

Jumang felt fear in his heart, and then saw the white-haired Daoist walking out. He retreated almost instinctively, and at this moment, the magnificent palace in the giant mountain range where he was located actually experienced an almost impossible collapse of the formation. An error occurred in a node of the formation, leading to a series of explosions.

"!!!"

"You!"

Jumang retreated in shock and anger, and said, "I didn't attack your small world!"

Countless Wood elemental energies gathered, turning into countless concept-like defenses in front of him, including the green of ten thousand trees and boundless vitality. Countless rays of light converged, and as expected, the white-haired Daoist appeared in front of him the moment he reacted.

Pointing out with his fingers, his right hand directly touched the shield.

[Buzhou Mountain Authority] - To touch concepts with both hands.

Crackling sounds of shattering.

Jumang's pupils shrank, and he saw that his defense, which was gathered by the laws and could not be penetrated by the power of ten thousand trees, yet the power of ten thousand trees could not harm him, was showing strands of cracks. From within his sleeves, a wisp of sharpness erupted, and the Chang'an Sword immediately pierced into the shield's defense.

A clear and loud ringing.

Jumang supported the law with both hands.

He almost watched helplessly as the white-haired Daoist's eyes were indifferent, his right hand held the sword, and the sword's edge pierced through the law in front of him little by little, pointing towards his brow little by little. At this moment, Jumang's boundless vitality had already sensed the other party's weakness.

He is not at his peak!

That sword just now was not without its price!

Jumang's heart ignited with vitality.

Then he raised his eyes and clearly saw the white-haired Daoist in front of him through the law. As the Eastern Yi Wood God, he was most adept at distinguishing various auras, and his expression was slightly astonished as he blurted out: "It's you!!! That human who clashed with the Great Wilderness?!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Jumang's face turned pale.

Now that he had seen through the other party's true identity, he was afraid that the other party would never let him go.

The embodiment of ten thousand trees, the cyan body, boundless vitality flowing, naturally able to be endlessly renewed. Jumang had originally planned to fight to the death, but suddenly he was slightly stunned, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face. He felt an aura approaching rapidly.

And carefully identifying it, it was Yeming, the first echelon below the Ten Great Peaks, whose strength was above his own, and represented the Heavenly Emperor's deputy, arriving at a speed that seemed to span the ages.

At this time, Wei Yuan also sensed Yeming's approach.

Yeming also noticed the fluctuations here and accelerated frantically.

The expression on the white-haired Daoist's face was slightly strange.

Then he shook his head and twitched the corner of his mouth.

'Yeming is on the side of the Great Wilderness, and definitely doesn't want to see Jumang and Rushou both gone.'

'From Dijun's standpoint, he will choose to take action and stop the next battle.'

'To think that my reinforcements would end up becoming my opponents after arriving, and more importantly, these reinforcements were painstakingly sought out by me. What level of idiot am I?'

'The past me...'

'What exactly did you do!'

A look of joy appeared on Jumang's face. He turned his hands, relying on his boundless vitality and his control over the wood elemental power of the myriad realms, and directly tried to control the Daoist in front of him, to delay the event, and to wait for Yeming to arrive.

As everyone knows, the Lord of the Years has never been late.

"Is that so..."

The blue-robed, white-haired Daoist held his sword in his right hand, made a finger gesture with his left hand, and gently waved his sleeves, speaking calmly:

"Edict, Yeming shall not come here."

Jumang was about to laugh.

Suddenly, he was slightly stunned, sensing that in Yeming's direction, a series of spatial storms had suddenly appeared, and even strands of the power of time were present in this spatial storm. And it was the responsibility of the Lord of the Years to smooth out the ripples of time, causing Yeming's movements to pause uncontrollably.

?!!!

Jumang's expression solidified, and the smile on his face quickly disappeared.

Looking at the white-haired Daoist over there, whose temperament was vast and distant, and who had the sound of the Great Dao opening up behind him.

His scalp tingled.

Run!!!

His escape light converged, and he quickly retreated without hesitation, but for some reason, obstacles always appeared on the road in front of Jumang. Gods are not fearless, that is the realm of the Ten Great Peaks. The God Jumang, he is very powerful, but he is definitely not as powerful as Rushou, but more like the Shennong Whip.

He is not a combat-oriented god at all.

And now, strange phenomena that were enough to cause him some obstacles, although they could not harm him, but would inevitably hold back his footsteps, were constantly happening, and they were happening one after another, completely unreasonably!

Boom!

The spatial storm's turbulence brushed past the hem of Jumang's clothes.

The next moment, a miserable scream and roar erupted from the place where his right foot landed.

There were poisonous behemoths here, and now these enraged behemoths launched an attack, and in an instant, countless vines tore and extracted their souls, but Jumang's movements were constantly slowed down by these successive accidents.

But fortunately, fortunately he was far away from that white-haired Daoist.

Fortunately, the other party did not chase after him.

He solved the troubles one by one at hand and arrived in front, and then saw the blue-robed, white-haired man, his expression frozen, and subconsciously looked around. He was just running away in panic, but when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had actually just run around this small world once.

"Ten Thousand Trees!"

Jumang roared in a low voice, and one divine weapon after another flew out from the fragments of the palace.

Streams of light intertwined and changed, carrying the sharpness of tearing enemies, and Jumang narrowed his eyes, allowing the rules of the Wood element to envelop him, and then, in extreme situations, he unleashed a divine power comparable to Shiyi's blood recovery speed, endlessly renewing. However, Jumang soon realized that he had miscalculated.

This was where Jin Zheng Rushou had died in battle.

The metallic energy here was concentrated to a desperate level.

And metal overcomes wood, causing his divine powers and concepts to be interfered with to a considerable extent.

But even so, he still had the confidence to support it, and to wait for Yeming's arrival. The Wood elemental energy, after removing the concept of controlling vitality, made the vitality absolutely introverted, and it could also form a defense layer on the outside that was not inferior to mountains.

It was a defensive concept that could be ranked among the top in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

Seeing that the sword seemed to be blocked by his concept and could not pierce through.

Jumang breathed a sigh of relief.

"...It's done."

A faint anger, madness, and resentment rose up in his heart, and he only planned that afterwards, he would also begin to dabble in concepts of killing, to take charge of the power of Rushou of the West Sea, to join forces with Dijun, to expose the identity of Yu Xu in front of him, and then to make the human world pay the price.

The white-haired Daoist waved his sleeves to bring the sword light into his sleeves.

The surrounding magical treasures could not harm him, and then Jumang saw a look of surprise in the white-haired Daoist's eyes. He shook his head, and for some reason, an extremely strong premonition and fear suddenly appeared in Jumang's heart. Then he saw the white-haired Daoist stretch out his right hand.

The five fingers were slightly separated.

The vastness of the sky and the thickness of the earth appeared at the same time.

Supporting the sky and propping up the earth.

Man walks among them.

And then...

Jumang's doubtful gaze gradually turned into extreme horror. He finally realized what the person in front of him was going to do. The fair palm was slightly turned over, the five fingers were not clenched, but pressed down calmly. So the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the pillar of heaven collapsed. With the body of a man, he toppled the pillar of heaven.

Causing the northwest sky to tilt and the southeast earth to sink.

This is the [Reversal of Heaven]!

The white-haired Daoist pressed his right hand on Jumang's head.

Layers of shattering sounds.

The Wood God's defensive layers collapsed layer by layer.

Then his palm pressed on the Wood God's forehead.

In just an instant, the Wood God Jumang's divine soul shattered into powder, blood flowed from his seven orifices, his head drooped heavily, and the white-haired Daoist looked at the unwilling and resolute East Sea Emperor, and said, "...When you stepped into this place, there was no other way."

"It's a pity, if you were willing to fight to the death, I would never have been able to win so easily..."

The concept of time flowed, and Yeming arrived.

When Yeming solved the sudden events he encountered at the fastest speed and arrived at this place, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw the dead West Sea Emperor Rushou, and saw the blue-robed, white-haired Daoist retract his right hand. Jumang, the most skilled in vitality among the Four Sea Emperors, fell.

Vast, distant, indifferent.

Faintly carrying that feeling of being doomed.

Yeming's Baiju sword was instantly unsheathed in his palm.

"Who are you!!!"

Wei Yuan looked at Yeming, he no longer had the strength to fight, nor the mood to fight.

The white-haired Daoist pondered for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

He turned around casually, his footsteps calm, and his blue robe simple.

"The tea that [Houtu] liked back then should still be there."

"Would you like to try some?"

ps: Today's first update...