Chapter 79 The Madman

The conversation above the stars in the Great Wilderness was secret and profound. Only the two players knew the storm hidden within their few short words. And the events that happened in ancient times could only be found in the memories of those who had personally experienced that battle.

Or rather, the people who were personally experiencing all of this at this moment.

They could also feel the terrifying and overbearing power, so different from the image in the legends.

Boom!!!

A huge sound rumbled.

It should have been so, but because they were standing in the void of the universe, it seemed especially quiet and oppressive. Except for the words spoken by the Dao Fruit level beings themselves, which would not be hindered by the environment, all other sounds disappeared, returning to the most silent silence.

The water flowed, each drop pure and smooth, harder than the hardest steel under the power of the furious Water God, yet so smooth that there was no friction at all.

Each drop of water could pierce mountains and rivers, tear apart continents.

And here, the river was surging and turbulent, so vast that it could be called immeasurable.

As Gonggong thrust out his spear, immeasurable water frantically rotated and roared around the spearhead, as if to annihilate the entire world, and stabbed towards Fuxi in front. Pure power, accumulated overbearing momentum.

"Fuxi, stop going mad here!"

Among the gods, he was undoubtedly the best at building momentum.

After accumulating vast momentum, it was enough to pose a threat to Buzhou Mountain.

Fuxi looked indifferent and calm, his hands behind his back, drifting backwards.

In an extremely subtle and profound way, he avoided Gonggong's attack, which had accumulated to its peak and whose moves had also explained the spear technique to the extreme. Gonggong's momentum did not stop, and finally, the continuous spear techniques were deployed, sealing Fuxi's position, and a spear stabbed out, pouring in all his essence, qi, and spirit, piercing Fuxi's body.

But Gonggong's face changed slightly, he did not feel like he had hit anything.

The Water God's ultimate move, accumulated for a long time, actually missed!

The illusory shadow of Fuxi in front dissipated into nothing.

*Pa-thump.*

The Water God's spear tip pressed down slightly.

!!!

Gonggong's pupils suddenly contracted, and he raised his head.

Sleeves fluttered.

Two strands of black hair fell from his temples.

Fuxi stood on top of Water God Gonggong's strongest move.

He said lightly, "It's been thousands of years, and your spear technique is still the same."

"No wonder you can't achieve great things."

Water God Gonggong's face changed suddenly. He held the spear with both hands. On the spear shaft, countless strands of energy burst out, some spiraling, some impacting, some strong and fierce, some restrained and containing emptiness. He did not know how many kinds of energy were combined in an incomparably mysterious way, like the immeasurable sea, with endless hidden energy and aura.

But such a peak skill.

Such a powerful move and divine power.

Could not shake Fuxi off his divine weapon's spearhead.

It could be seen that Fuxi's understanding of qi was far above that of Water God Gonggong.

Suddenly, there was a silent but space-tearing sensation.

Lightning appeared in the void.

Even in the chaotic and empty world, a sword light fell like thunder.

Majestic and upright, vast and mighty.

Fuxi tilted his head slightly.

The cold and sharp sword light, yet with a jade-like calmness and grace, slashed down, but just brushed against Fuxi's temple, only cutting off some of the raised black hair, which fell down. The next moment, he raised his hand, two fingers as white as jade, and clamped the sword in his hand.

"The Daoist magic sword, cutting down all injustice in the heart and injustice in the eyes."

"Slaying gods above and eliminating fierce spirits below."

"Pity."

"The foundation of Daoism is the cycle of yin and yang, the rules of all things in heaven and earth."

The golden vertical pupils turned slightly.

Although Zhang Ruosu's sword fell from the sky, he inexplicably felt a sense of being looked down upon. The hairs on his back stood on end, and his pupils contracted. The Daoist spiritual official "saw" a huge, invisible, unimaginable, ancient giant snake appearing in the cosmic void in front.

The giant snake slowly opened its pupils.

In those golden, cold vertical pupils, Fuxi's fluttering sleeves were reflected, watching him.

Vast, ancient!

I am heaven and earth!

I am yin and yang!

I am, the Great Dao!

Descriptions from the foundation works of Daoism suddenly appeared in Zhang Ruosu's mind—

All things carry yin and embrace yang, blending qi to achieve harmony.

Fuxi's voice was indifferent and detached: "Your Great Dao originated from observing me."

"And you dare to draw your sword against me?"

Fuxi pinched the sword's blade with two fingers and suddenly exerted a little force.

The sound of the sword suddenly became shrill.

This jade sword, based on the Dao Fruit level and the legends of the Eight Immortals, had a shocking crack in it in front of Zhang Ruosu, and then, it shattered inch by inch!

Fragments of the shattered sword body floated in the void.

Fuxi turned his back to them and swept his sleeves.

In an instant, the streamer was collected and then burst out, forcing Zhang Ruosu to retreat.

If they had not been far away from the human realm's star field, this aftermath would have already affected the human world. Even if there were other means to suppress the earth, it would be useless. It would be torn apart, its various rules would be completely distorted, and it would eventually be shrouded in various natural disasters and collapse.

Wuzhiqi roared, already transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang tall form.

The divine weapon in his hand slammed down on Fuxi.

The enormous pressure, unparalleled and true murderous intent, triggered Wuzhiqi's fighting instinct.

Without the slightest reservation.

This was almost the power of a desperate fight!

But Fuxi grabbed it with his backhand.

Ten thousand zhang tall, the weapon in his hand constantly grew larger as he transformed, equally capable of matching such a body and power. Compared to him, Fuxi's current state was like an ant standing in front of the earth's most magnificent peak.

But now, this incomparably magnificent weapon was being held by Fuxi's right hand.

"This thing was given to you by me."

"I can give it to you, and I can take it back."

In a leisurely voice, Fuxi casually clenched his fist, and a sunken mark was squeezed out of the huge, ten-thousand-zhang tall club by his right hand. Then, this mark spread like a deadly poison, like some terrifying toxin, and in just an instant, it was densely distributed throughout the entire weapon.

The next moment, Wuzhiqi's weapon was already covered with traces of iron gray and yellow-brown interspersed.

Like the color of steel after countless years.

Then, it turned into countless butterflies with withered colors, sweeping across the starry sky as Fuxi's sleeves fluttered.

Light gray and yellow-brown butterflies flew across the starry sky and then dispersed.

Wuzhiqi's hands were already empty, and a trace of slowness and confusion appeared on his face.

And it was not until this time that they suddenly became aware of a very fatal thing—whether they were willing or not, whether it was intentional or unintentional, their methods contained more or less a part of Fuxi.

After all, he was the Lord of Heavenly Secrets.

After all, he generously shared all the techniques of heavenly secrets and divination.

The orthodox and unorthodox paths, the three thousand worlds, almost all dabbled in the techniques of heavenly secrets and divination.

Because when your enemy understands this method.

If you do not understand heavenly secrets and divination, and do not know how to shield heavenly secrets, then you are in a certain death situation.

Therefore, this kind of divine power spread at an extremely terrifying speed.

Thinking carefully, is not this kind of overt scheme, where you die if you do not learn it, and you enter my plan if you learn it, precisely what Fuxi is good at?

In an instant, Zhang Ruosu and Wuzhiqi seemed to understand something.

And Water God Gonggong roared, the spear in his hand finally erupted with the strongest power under the unprecedentedly strong enemy, surpassing his previous limit. Thousands of energies were like flowing water, all returning to the immeasurable sea, all methods returning to one, and then he struck out a move that surpassed the limit.

The vast and terrifying momentum finally shook Fuxi away, throwing him off his spearhead.

But the next moment, Fuxi made his move. The overbearing power almost squeezed the entire space together. The pure space was bound by yin and yang energies, and then the core target to be sealed was further bound. Water God Gonggong's palm paused, and the move was actually guided away.

The torrent was clearly vast and immeasurable, but it just brushed past Fuxi.

The surging water flow was overbearing.

The handsome young man in it smiled, his eyes narrowed, smiling gently:

"Not bad, a little progress."

The water flow was diverted and crashed into a blazing sun, a sun star much larger than the human world's physical concept of the sun. The terrifying smoke instantly formed an even larger gaseous planet in the void. When the smoke calmed down and was stabilized by a huge vortex, that star had been extinguished.

And Fuxi stepped on it calmly.

This extinguished star instantly disintegrated into yin and yang energies.

Then, it suddenly spread.

This star, thousands of times larger than the physical concept of the sun near the earth.

And the entire star system formed with this star as its core instantly collapsed and annihilated.

The four Dao Fruit level experts were at the core.

Fuxi stretched out his hand, his pupils burning deeply and quietly.

Then, he clenched his five fingers, his wrist turned slightly, and he opened his mouth indifferently, without any emotion:

"God's Prison Heavenly Tribulation."

...........

"Damn, a madman!"

"Is he a madman?!"

"Is he absolutely a madman?!"

This was an evaluation of Fuxi, fair, very fair, and appropriate.

If this evaluation was not said from a certain avatar, then this sentence would be even more appropriate. It would be like a great villain who has plotted against all living beings and arranged layers of backhands suddenly said to another existence, "You are a great villain, aren't you?"

You are the great villain, aren't you?!

The sense of déjà vu was too strong.

At this moment, a thousand years ago, the scholar in green looked at Fuxi, at the primordial snake's Dharma body behind him, and the word madman almost blurted out.

Then he saw, in the years after a thousand years.

The handsome but indifferent god looked down on everything.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes slightly.

The golden vertical pupils were like flames burning for thousands, ten thousand, or hundreds of millions of years, coldly looking at him.

's voice stopped abruptly.

"How rude."

A cold voice echoed faintly on the mountain peak, unhurried, with gentleness.

"I am a righteous person."

!!!

His scalp went numb.

Wei Yuan sighed. The wind blew, and the sea of clouds on Mount Wudang a thousand years ago rolled over, emitting a golden light. The Daoist sat on a bluestone, holding a green bamboo pole. Under the bamboo pole, golden threads seemed to be blown by the wind, shaking slightly.

Behind the scholar in green and the black-haired Daoist.

A handsome young man in white clothes looked distant and calm, smiling slightly:

"Eavesdropping is not a good habit, nephew."

The black-haired Daoist remained motionless and did not turn around, but said lightly:

"I learned it from you."

!!!

The scholar in green staggered back, looked at the two people in front and behind, and covered his heart with both hands, feeling that his heart was about to stop beating.

If he really had this organ.

Wait, wait, how did this Fuxi suddenly appear?

This, this, this is not in my arrangement!

I am destiny!

Even if it's just an avatar differentiated from the main body, it is still destiny!

You two, please respect my authority!

The bamboo pole in Wei Yuan's hand moved slightly, and his voice was calm: "If there is anything, come to me and say it."

Fuxi spread his hands with a smile, feigning surprise:

"What do I have to say? I just heard someone calling my name, that's all."

The black-haired Daoist lowered his eyes to look at the sea of clouds, the unparalleled battle of the ages, and sighed:

"If there is nothing to say."

"You wouldn't deliberately create such a huge battle momentum."

Fuxi's smile slightly faded, and he just quietly looked at Wei Yuan's back.

In an instant, the aura on the top of the mountain sank like an abyss.

Unspeakable.

Only endless oppression remained.

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