Chapter 126 Ambush

The whistling of sword qi suppressed the majestic aura brought about by the flow and change of Yin-Yang origin. The power representing the beginning of the world, evolving all laws, swirled and roared. Each rotation brought immeasurable light and immeasurable law. The black-haired Daoist stood in the center of this vast and majestic primordial torrent, his sleeves slightly fluttering.

The four swords fell, crisscrossing, and this terrifying Yin-Yang tribulation was forcibly sealed. It was like a terrifying beast locked by countless chains, and even the roar of the primordial torrent carried a kind of weak feeling. The space was directly locked by this terrifying sword formation.

Wei Yuan took a step, and ripples rippled across the huge Yin-Yang origin, emitting white light, surging in all directions. The Daoist put his hands behind his back, his black hair fell down, his expression calm and peaceful.

"Yin-Yang Two Extremes suppress all directions."

Whether it is the Yin-Yang Two Extremes within and without the ten directions, or the Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams.

Water and fire, time, life and death.

All concepts, all suppressed!

Overbearing and unparalleled!

I am Yuanshi Tianzun, the birth and death of all laws, suppressing everything.

Looking at the figure stepping on the Yin-Yang Two Extremes with sword qi surrounding him, and the peaceful yet arrogant gaze in his eyes, Houtu murmured, "This, this is..."

Xi Huang's voice was calm and cold, "The Zhuxian Sword Formation."

"It seems to be something from a storybook in the human world. This guy hasn't read many books and is too lazy to name it, so he just used it directly. But even so, the lethality is terrifying..."

Houtu spoke for her friend, her voice gentle, "Yuan's combat power has always been very strong."

Xi Huang raised her eyebrows and said lightly:

"Enough to rival at least four Dao fruit-level experts of the same level on his own?"

Houtu's gentle and graceful face seemed to hesitate and be at a loss for a moment.

She seemed completely unable to connect this so-called existence 'capable of defeating four Dao fruits on his own' with her friend in her memory, who said he loved the mortal world the most, had good cooking and pottery skills, and wanted to create automatons but was clumsy.

Xi Huang looked at the figure over there and said lightly, "Perhaps, four Dao fruits are underestimated."

"After all, just those four swords, each one is based on the prototype of a Dao fruit."

"Being able to control such four swords, with his strength, the Ten Great Peaks Dyed in Blood is not just empty words. Even in the face of the foundation of the Great Tribulation, the origin of all things, he may be able to forcibly suppress and seal it with the sword formation in order to find a way to completely resolve it in the future."

Four Dao fruit-level divine weapons?!

Even a character like Houtu felt ripples in her heart in an instant. Then, looking at the black-haired Daoist over there, she suddenly sighed softly, her voice gentle, "It seems that he has suffered a lot these years."

At this moment, Wei Yuan is forcibly suppressing the prototype of the Great Tribulation with his own sword formation and foundation. This is not a simple matter. Even Houtu must have the determination to exhaust this Great Tribulation to death, turning her own foundation and true spirit Dao fruit into a seal to gather the rotation of Yin and Yang.

However, this Great Tribulation is still constantly shrinking and being suppressed under the power of the sword formation.

At the same time—

Great Wilderness - Chaoge City.

"The characteristic of [Fate] is manipulation, and the 'lines' used by fate to manipulate all living beings are the many distracting thoughts in their hearts. Even the thoughts that were once just wild fantasies have not completely disappeared, and are still hidden on our fate. And the Dao fruit of [Fate] can use these remaining thoughts to control everyone."

"Unknowingly, without a trace."

"Only by being without thought or desire is it possible to completely resist such erosion."

Zhuge Wuhou in white clothes sat on the chair, calmly saying what he had pieced together, wanting the human magic experts here to gather their wisdom and create a method to collect the soul as much as possible, to minimize the interference of fate.

After things were over, Da Yi helped Zhuge Wuhou to rest, lowering his voice and said, "This seems difficult."

The young Wuhou sighed, "It is difficult, but it needs to be done."

"Otherwise, there are many people with many distracting thoughts in the human world. If they are all controlled and turned into a link manipulated by [Fate], how can we deal with it then? How can we deal with it?"

The young Wuhou sighed, and then there was a violent cough.

Da Yi stood beside him with lowered eyes, without saying a word.

Ever since Zhuge Wuhou tried to peel off his own soul in order to isolate the interference of many divine and demonic secrets, his body began to deteriorate. Afterwards, more and more things were involved, and the time for cultivation was not enough, while the damage to the soul increased. He could only rely on diet to make up for the loss of his body, but how long could he support it?

However, after the young Wuhou reforged the Xuanyuan Sword before, his body seemed to have reached a certain critical point and was deteriorating day by day.

Although the young man concealed it very well.

However, Da Yi, who was once the first war god of the human race, still smelled the scent of blood.

He coughed up blood.

The young Wuhou patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Liang has his own arrangements."

Suddenly, the sound of the Jingwei bird came from outside, seemingly surprised, "Wait a moment..."

"Shishu, there is a guest visiting outside."

"He said his name is Wen Hou."

The sudden visit of Lu Bu surprised both Zhuge Wuhou and Da Yi, but soon, Wuhou suppressed his injuries. His cultivation was still there, and the injuries on his body were not just as simple as a loss of foundation or overwork.

Soon, he welcomed Wen Hou Lu Bu in. At this moment, Lu Fengxian's aura was extraordinary, and his eyes sparkled.

He was wearing simple modern clothes, but the aura of a fierce general from the Three Kingdoms era was still strong and domineering.

After the two sides greeted each other, Lu Fengxian raised his eyes to look at Zhuge Wuhou over there, smiled and said, "It seems that Wuhou, your body is starting to fail again. Actually, I knew it when I first saw you. People like you only look gentle, but are more arrogant and conceited than anyone else in your heart. How could you just honestly make plans?"

"It's just that before, you were involved in the changes in the destiny of the world's Yanhuang, presumptuously defying the heavens, so you were backlashed."

"What is the reason this time?"

"Whatever the reason, you better take care of your body, otherwise, that guy is probably going to go crazy."

The young Wuhou coughed a few times, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your concern, Wen Hou."

"However, Wen Hou, you came here to find Liang this time, I'm afraid it's not just to exchange pleasantries with Liang, right?"

Lu Fengxian's expression became solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "Before, Wei Yuan once made an agreement with me, asking me to infiltrate the back of the Great Lord of the Turgid World, and then take advantage of his unpreparedness, and then the two of them would join forces, attacking from the front and back, to severely injure that Great Lord of the Turgid World..."

"The original Great Lord of the Turgid World was arrogant and stupid, and self-righteous, even more excessive than that fat pig Dong Zhuo. I had more than 70% certainty of doing this, but this time I found that the Great Lord of the Turgid World has changed."

Lu Fengxian's expression was solemn, "I don't know what he has experienced."

"But he no longer seems to be the He of the past."

"Even, I think he may have discovered me."

The Turgid World—

A figure quickly moved forward, passing through layers of passes, and finally found the Great Lord of the Turgid World. After the death of the Foundation of the Turgid World, the Great Lord of the Turgid World changed the decadence of the past ten thousand years, and instead returned to the state of mind of diligent cultivation, tranquility, and plainness like water.

He no longer lives in a heavily guarded and extremely luxurious palace.

But a place of diligent cultivation.

The general of the Turgid World quickly swept over, first respectfully kneeling on the ground, cupping his hands and said, "Great Lord, the dark chess that the Foundation of the Turgid World previously arranged in 'that place' has been touched!"

"Previously, the Great Lord had already anticipated that someone might directly shield the secrets of heaven and karma."

"So other methods were adopted. As long as the dark chess we arranged encounters misfortune, it will immediately be reflected in the soul lamp of the Turgid World. We saw that the person who made the move was a woman using a spear, and her position seemed extremely important. Only a glimpse of the picture, the giant magic formation used to receive information, has already been completely annihilated."

The Turgid World general reported excitedly.

The Great Lord of the Turgid World slowly opened his eyes, as if there were countless worlds born and destroyed in his eyes, and countless laws collided and entangled, muttering to himself, "...A woman using a spear, the Golden Mother Yuanjun? Or rather, Xi Huang."

"In any case, it has finally fallen into the net."

The Turgid World general was about to say that he was willing to close the net.

Then he saw the Great Lord of the Turgid World get up, his voice calm, "Let's go, lead the way."

The Turgid World general was shocked, and then exclaimed in surprise, "Great Lord, you, you are planning to take action yourself?"

"This, how can this be?"

"With the preparations left by the Foundation of the Turgid World, we can handle it!"

The Great Lord of the Turgid World said in a calm voice, "There is no need to say more."

He turned around and looked at the Turgid World, muttering to himself in his heart:

"Since this is the last thing you arranged, then I will naturally help you complete it..."

"Watch."

When the Great Lord of the Turgid World broke through space and directly followed the backhand left by the Foundation of the Turgid World to reach his destination, Wei Yuan was suppressing the origin of Yin and Yang. As soon as the Great Lord of the Turgid World set foot there, he felt extremely sharp sword qi, erupting in a way that made people's souls tremble, soaring into the sky, as if to tear everything apart, causing his pupils to shrink slightly.

Using the Four Swords of Zhuxian to suppress the origin of Yin and Yang.

What Wei Yuan was facing was the foundation of the world, the foundation of all laws, but at this moment, it was forcibly suppressed by the sword formation that was as violent as waves, yet as mysterious as true law, so that the origin of Yin and Yang that was originally about to explode was gradually brought under control.

"...Good methods."

The Great Lord of the Turgid World looked at Wei Yuan over there with a calm gaze.

His eyes were deep, and the scene of the Foundation of the Turgid World being besieged and killed by the experts of the Clear World seemed to flash before his eyes again.

He stepped forward, about to forcibly break the Zhuxian Sword Formation from the outside.

He wanted to break this Daoist's thoughts, and then use the anti-shock force to instantly sweep away and kill Houtu, who was in the worst state at the moment, and snatch away Xi Huang.

Just at this moment, a soft sound suddenly came from his ear.

It was like making tea with boiling water after the water had boiled, the water rushing up the tea, swirling in the cup.

However, the atmosphere around him changed dramatically in an instant.

It was as if it had been stripped from the entire world. One side was the flow of Yin and Yang, the sword qi soaring into the sky, and the other side was the fragrance of tea, a scene of peace and tranquility. The Great Lord of the Turgid World slowly lowered his hand, turned around, and saw a gray-robed man making tea, his black hair not tied up, but falling behind his back, his face gentle and peaceful.

The Great Lord of the Turgid World's expression sank slightly, and he muttered to himself in his heart, uttering that name.

Huntian.

After the gray-robed man made the tea, he gently put down the teapot.

In this small courtyard, he smiled and stretched out his hand, his eyes gentle and clear:

"Please stop here."