Chapter 141 The Divine Sword Regains its Edge

The majestic aura and the sharpness of someone reborn.

It was like a divine sword that had participated in countless battles and displayed unparalleled sharpness, but had been sealed for a long time, with large patches of rust appearing on the blade. It no longer possessed the same exposed sharpness as before, but the blade had been re-honed, and a sharp, cold light flowed on the edge.

The Great Lord of the浊世 (Zhuoshi, Turbid World)!

Behind him traced enough Zhuoshi gods and demons, filled with肅殺 (susha, solemn killing intent) and tragic aura, faintly possessing a hint of desperate courage.

The Great Lord of the Zhuoshi did not suddenly erupt with schemes and methods as he had in the past, but his eyes shone with exposed sharpness as he swept over Wei Yuan, and then slowly said, "Come, let us fight, Yuanshi!"

"Today, there is something I must reclaim from you!"

In the Zhuoshi, there was no wind or waves. The white-haired Daoist stood amidst the eight-hundred-li leafless, blood-colored sea of flowers. With each breath, the two forces of the origin of all things and the extinction of all laws within his body instantly circulated and intertwined, and then changed like thunder in an instant. The entire eight-hundred-li sea of flowers fell towards Wei Yuan, as if some kind of ferocious beast had emerged, baring its fangs, stepping forward to swallow the heavens and earth, crushing the sun and moon.

The space between heaven and earth suddenly dimmed.

A streak of azure light swept across the space between heaven and earth, and then almost instantly appeared before the Great Lord of the Zhuoshi's heart.

This time, the Great Lord of the Zhuoshi no longer retreated.

A huge震蕩 (zhendang, reverberating) sound, like thousands of thunder gods roaring in unison, directly caused the entire heaven and earth to tremble, causing rivers to flow backward and mountains to collapse. The Qingping Sword in Wei Yuan's hand had pierced into the chest of the Great Lord of the Zhuoshi, but this divine sword personally forged by the Heavenly Emperor could not pierce through the heart of the Great Lord of the Zhuoshi.

The left arm of the Great Lord of the Zhuoshi was empty.

His right hand, however, firmly grasped the Qingping Sword, which was sharp enough to tear apart the foundations of the world!

The Qingping Sword slightly鳴嘯 (mingxiao, resonated), trembling unceasingly.

The blade of that divine sword was something that even the Great Lord of the Zhuoshi's defense could not withstand. A clear, huge mark was torn into the palm of his hand, and the blood of a god flowed down, dripping down the Qingping Sword. This blood from the strongest of the Zhuoshi quickly created rivers and lakes underfoot, and yet he grasped the Qingping Sword and no longer retreated or evaded.

He raised his head.

He saw the white-haired Daoist flying towards him.

It was as if he saw that undefeated figure from tens of thousands of years ago again.

The figures of the two were highly integrated, and the Great Lord of the Zhuoshi endured the severe pain, his eyes widened, and he suddenly laughed loudly. Then, without retreating or evading, he held the Qingping Sword in his palm and suddenly pulled it outwards. The incomparably powerful force of the Zhuoshi erupted, and the Qingping Sword was forcibly pulled out by him.

Then, he suddenly threw it towards Wei Yuan!

Tearing through the sky, he punched fiercely towards Wei Yuan.

He roared in his heart.

Wei Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the Qingping Sword. The huge force, almost completely different from the level and magnitude of the past, vibrated, causing the tiger's mouth in his palm to feel faintly torn and numb. But the Great Lord, who had taken this step, not evading or retreating, also gave Wei Yuan a completely different feeling.

It was as if all the rust had finally faded from the divine sword.

Finally, like it was in the past, it could be described as sharp, tearing apart the heavens and splitting the earth.

The golden sword mark between Wei Yuan's eyebrows lit up, and the power from Buzhou Mountain suddenly reappeared. Two divine swords appeared, using the Yin-Yang flowing sword formation to resist the blow from the Great Lord of the Zhuoshi. Yin and Yang flowed, endlessly regenerating, and naturally, the extremely sharp sword energy rose up, changing in all directions, leaving hideous wounds on the palms and body of the Great Lord of the Zhuoshi.

This was the power from the Qingping Sword and the Sword of the Dao Fruit.

Even the Great Lord of the Zhuoshi could not completely ignore it.

Blood flowed horizontally, and his hair was somewhat disheveled.

One force of pure energy soared into the sky, while the other was as deep and dark as the purest force in the world.

The two terrifying forces directly began the most direct, most dangerous, and least flashy contest. The azure sky and the deep, all-devouring force suddenly expanded, until finally, the entire Zhuoshi seemed to be able to see the light soaring into the sky here, and in the Clear World, they also saw a mirage-like illusion.

Although it was an illusion, it gave people an extremely real and extremely dangerous feeling.

It was as if a sword was directly against the brow, incomparably sharp, and could pierce forward at any time.

From afar, it was already like this, let alone the two who were right in front of them at this moment, personally feeling this enormous force. Wounds appeared on the Great Lord of the Zhuoshi's body. He lowered his eyes, and the five fingers he had stretched out suddenly clenched, his aura suddenly contracting inward, and then—

He continued to step forward!

He almost recklessly crashed directly into the Zhuxian Sword Formation!

Then, enduring the sharpness around Wei Yuan that tore and killed everything.

Forcibly attacking!

The sword formation shattered instantly.

The Qingping Sword and the sword transformed by the Dao Fruit鳴嘯 (mingxiao, resonated) a few times, hoarsely鸣(ming, cried), and were thrown far away.

Wei Yuan only felt that the heaven and earth in front of him were suddenly pressing down, seeing this sky yet feeling it was infinitely high, the earth infinitely thick, and the Great Lord of the Zhuoshi was higher than the sky, thicker than the earth, and more rampant than the狂風 (kuangfeng, gale). His eyes were the sun and moon, and his breath was the hurricane.

I am all laws.

I am everything.

He raised his five fingers, as if life and death and all things were slowly swimming around this palm, transforming into a radiant光轮 (guanglun, light wheel), and then his wrist turned, his five fingers lowered, and he slammed down towards the Yuanshi Tianzun!

Heaven overturned, earth upheaved!

………………

Between the gap between the Clear World and the Zhuoshi, Buzhou Mountain regretted the death of the Zhuoshi foundation, feeling that there was actually such a character in the Zhuoshi, but also annoyed that when he had struck just now, why hadn't he been more ruthless, why hadn't he been heavier, and directly killed this guy, so there wouldn't have been the later things.

But the foundation of the Zhuoshi foundation also belonged to the strongest level of the Dao Fruit.

Moreover, at the level of power and defense, it had also reached its limit.

Such a character should have been immortal and indestructible. Who could have imagined that when the other party came here, he would have the will to die? If you wanted to prevent a powerhouse of this level from committing suicide, it would be many times more difficult than capturing him alive.

Even for the Heavenly Emperor Dijun.

He should be able to crush and kill the Zhuoshi foundation with absolute advantage.

But he couldn't capture him alive.

And preventing him from committing suicide was even more difficult than capturing him alive.

At this time, Qilin was starting to inquire about the glorious deeds of his Shixiong (senior apprentice-brother) Wei Yuan from Zhu Jiuyin, the Heavenly Emperor, and Buzhou Mountain with unparalleled enthusiasm. Originally, Qilin thought, my Shixiong! The Yuanshi Tianzun! A powerhouse who could move mountains and fill seas, restoring Buzhou Mountain!

He could directly call out three top powerhouses!

Look, look, what a flourishing reputation this is!

But facing Qilin's fanatical face and expectant eyes, with the words "As long as you praise Shixiong Wei Yuan, we are brothers from different mothers" almost written on his face, the three absolute powerhouses, who could be regarded as first-class in both the Clear and Turbid Worlds, all fell into a strange silence in unison.

The Heavenly Emperor Dijun inexplicably recalled the dishes that even he couldn't tolerate, and even the dignified former worst cook in the world, King Yu, would faint. He thought of this guy directly kidnapping his concubine Chang Xi, and his expression was silent.

Buzhou Mountain was originally chatting happily with Fu Zi while stroking his beard.

His mouth twitched, and he suddenly thought that this guy had directly stared at the name of Buzhou Mountain to forcefully snatch a bride when the Northern Emperor Yu Qiang wanted to forcefully marry the Goddess娲皇 (Wa Huang).

At that time, he was still outside watching the fun and eating noodles, and then inexplicably he became the fun.

The point was not the fun—

The point was that the matter of [Buzhou Mountain snatching the bride Wa Huang] spread out.

Wouldn't that渣 (zha, scumbag) snake Fuxi come to beat him up in minutes?

This was the most critical point, and the old man was almost scared into a myocardial infarction at the time.

Zhu Jiuyin subconsciously raised his hand, subconsciously touched the corner of his eye, thought of the wedding invitation in his arms, and the 青衫 (qingshan, blue-robed) dragon girl Xian who was currently guarding the Platform of Life and Death Reincarnation, and said expressionlessly: "He's a scum."

The expression on Qilin's face froze.

"???"

Then he immediately shook his head vigorously, with a smile on his face that said, "What are you kidding me?" "Ah, impossible, impossible."

"That's Shixiong Wei Yuan, that Shixiong Wei Yuan."

Zhu Jiuyin said expressionlessly, took out a very exquisite and beautiful scroll, and threw it to Qilin: "I have recorded his crimes here, you can see for yourself."

Qilin opened the scroll with suspicion and trepidation.

Then he saw that the inside of the scroll was clearly clean, without a single word.

Qilin breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Ah, do you want to tell me that Shixiong Wei Yuan is like this blank paper, spotless, with noble character, gentlemanly demeanor, gentle as jade, firm but not sharp, gentle and..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Jiuyin, who had a broad mind and never held grudges, pointed expressionlessly at the scroll and said succinctly:

"Use your divine sense to look."

???

Qilin's expression froze.

Then he subconsciously followed Zhu Jiuyin's suggestion and used his divine sense to look. The classics said, "The Buddha sees a bowl of water, with forty-eight thousand insects." Qilin was one of the four spirits, and although he was not considered very strong in the first tier below the Dao Fruit, his divine sense was far more outrageous than described in the classics. With just one sweep, he saw that the scroll was filled with densely packed words written in very small strokes.

It was really densely packed. Humans could only barely see the traces with the most advanced microscope equipment.

Because it was too small and too dense, it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

And the words on it.

Seemed to be—

【正】(Zheng, righteous)?

Using righteousness to unify all, using righteousness to drive away evil?

Qilin's face twitched.

He said blankly: "Shixiong Wei Yuan, did Shixiong Wei Yuan do such a thing?"

Zhu Jiuyin took back his scroll and said expressionlessly, "He's not really a scum."

"In the end."

"He's just a little bit like his uncle."

Qilin breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Jiuyin said lightly: "His uncle is called Fuxi."

Qilin's face froze.

These two words carried more weight than this entire book.

Qilin seemed to have been hit hard on the head, and kept pacing back and forth, muttering something about gentlemen, villains, needing to stay away from villains, not being influenced by them, talking about gentlemen...

He didn't know how many times he walked back and forth, and the muttering almost had a Confucian flavor.

Wait, what's going on?

Could it be that Shixiong Wei Yuan has offended someone?

Could it be that Shixiong Wei Yuan has also changed?

Even Buzhou Mountain felt that his ears were calloused from listening.

Qilin stopped, clenched his right fist, and slammed it heavily into the palm of his left hand.

He gave up thinking.

He roared: "Never mind."

"Being able to be compared to Fuxi in being a渣 (zha, scumbag)."

"Shixiong Wei Yuan, awesome!!!"

At this moment, a majestic aura suddenly emerged from the border between the Clear and Turbid Worlds, and then it soared into the sky with the domineering momentum of a潜龍出淵 (qianlongchuyuan, hidden dragon emerging from the abyss), even in this world, there was no way to ignore it. Even cultivators at Qilin's level could clearly feel the terrifying波動 (bodong, fluctuations) produced when these two enormous forces collided.

He could feel that the level of strength and the realm of the fighting parties were much higher than him.

And one of them was Wei Yuan!

Shixiong Wei Yuan?!

Shixiong Wei Yuan was fighting against the powerhouses of the Zhuoshi?

That's right, Shixiong Wei Yuan and the others killed the Zhuoshi foundation, and now they have returned to the Zhuoshi, so they will definitely be targeted by the Great Lord of the Zhuoshi.

But Shixiong Wei Yuan had already fought before, and his foundation had not yet recovered to its peak.

And the opponent was the strongest in the Zhuoshi.

They were strong and we were weak, and they were fighting in the opponent's home field.

Qilin's heart turned cold, and he was worried. He subconsciously wanted to turn around and ask the three powerhouses behind him, who seemed to have only taken action because of personal connections, and had quite a few opinions about Shixiong Wei Yuan. He thought in his heart that when it came to Shixiong Wei Yuan's safety, he would not hesitate to kneel, sell his life, as long as these three could help.

"I have an uninvited request, I hope the three of you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he just felt a burst of aura.

Then, in a flash, the powerhouses who had just said that Shixiong Wei Yuan was a scum disappeared and rushed straight to the Zhuoshi, passing him.

And among them—

The guy with the soft and 냉 (leng, cold) appearance and poisonous mouth, who had written a whole book of 【正】(Zheng, righteous), rushed to the front.

ps: Today's first update... Three thousand eight hundred words