After the negotiations with the Divine Emperor, the Marquis of Yunyang contacted Zhuanlei.

The fact that he pretended to die and escaped was not promoted within the clan, and only Zhuanlei learned the truth.

"Father Marquis."

"What's wrong with you?"

"The third brother is almost ready, and tomorrow we will be able to move Yuanguang Realm and ancestral land to the Tiange Basin."

Yun Yanghou nodded and mentioned his negotiations with Kunlie.

"So, don't we need to migrate immediately?"

"The migration continues. Shrink our tribe's power to the southwest. Then change the defense of the Tianyang barrier. We are responsible for the southern region and the extreme west, and defend one-quarter of the Tianyang barrier, which is enough."

"On the Chiyan Legion, Zhuan Lei, you should be so worried about guarding Tianhuo Pass."

"yes."

The Marquis of Yunyang arranged one by one, and finally reminded Zhuan Lei: "Don't forget to prepare the supplies of the Tiange Legion."

"But your Majesty did not promise, he will take responsibility this time?"

"Silly son, you won't really believe it. Kunwu will send military pay and supplies to the Tiange Legion honestly? Besides, do you dare to use those things? Keep them yourself. Compared to the so-called Tiange Legion Army's military pay, what I care more about for my father is the Dragon Emperor warship."

What is a piece of material? Zhuansun can afford it himself.

But the Dragon Emperor warship did make itchy.

If this is the case, the security of the Zhuansun clan crossing the chaos will be greatly improved.

"By the way, let the third brother be optimistic. At that time, let him be taken in the Tiange Basin and not allowed to go out."

"Father, why don't you tell him about your fake death?"

"I'll tell you in a few days. When all the tribe members rush back to Tiange Basin, I'll talk to him in person."

Close the contact, and Yunyang Hou stared at Chang Shizhi's Book.

Although Zhuanyun's death is not revealed in the book, the Book of Changshi has now predicted Zhuanyang's death.

He - will die in the great disaster.

Holding the book tightly, Yunyang Hou closed his eyes.

"I didn't leave immediately, but as long as I locked him in the clan, I should be able to change it?"

Since obtaining the Book of the World, he urgently hopes that the principles of the Book of the World can be realized.

And the reality again and again also told him that the principles of the eternal world are not wrong.

The truth tends to be the Zhuansun clan, and the future belongs to them.

Until the influence of variables became greater and greater, when Zhuanyun's death was in front of him, he felt a little panic.

The Book of Changshi shows that the Ghost Emperor will die in the hands of Zhuanyun. He has obtained the strongest protection in this world, and only Zhuanyun, who controls the principle of Hongmeng, can kill him.

But now, Zhuanyun is gone, who will fight against the Ghost Emperor?

Just when the road ahead was slim and Marquis Yunyang could not control the future, he saw the death of another son.

Kunhao...

Yun Yanghou suppressed his anger and looked at the Heavenly Palace quietly.

Without him, Zhuanyang would not have to suffer the current karma. It is precisely because of the existence of variables that his own destiny has caused all kinds of twists and turns.

but--

At this moment, he hoped that the influence of variables could change Zhuanyang's fate.

"If...if fate cannot be changed, then-"

Yunyang Hou's eyes were cold: I don't mind letting the whole world be buried with my son.

Because of the death of one son, for the sake of the life of another son, he was willing to give up the thousand-year plan of Zhuansun and give up fighting for the world with Kunwu.

But if the other son dies, he doesn't mind using another treasure in his hand.

In the thatched cottage, a ball of black fog slowly surged.

That is one of the five greatest treasures created by the First Universe, which is the principle of destruction and destruction, and is the magic weapon that destroys the world.

...

Peng Yu woke up in a daze and saw the familiar face beside the pillow.

Subconsciously, he wanted to say hello.

But with a sudden excitement, Peng Yu woke up and quickly sat up: "When did you...have you been back?"

Looking around, I was still in Zhaoyuan Palace.

"Just come back shortly."

The masked man lay lazily on the edge, raised his legs and smiled: "You can really sleep, this sleep has been over seven days."

"Seven days? So long?"

While speaking, Peng Yu checked his body.

For some reason, my body felt a sore feeling like it was falling apart.

But the benefits are also great. After experiencing the Pangu form, Peng Yu's path was completely opened. Even if he didn't play the fusion of Kunwu's holy body and Qiankun's immortal body, he still had the right way to go.

"I've checked for you, there's no big problem with your body." This kind of blessing body, a means of fighting overlevels, is the old skill of a masked man.

"But you should pay attention to the disadvantages of the 'Pangu form' being Taoist. In the future, it is best to use a fairy technique to bless the soul. Well... it's better not to use it as much as possible, it's too dangerous."

Peng Yu waved his sore arm: "If you weren't missing, why would I run out and bear it? Anyway, there are two days left. You are ready to return your body to you. Two days later, my soul will escape and help Dakun with the face of Peng Yu."

At that time, he may have to do another "Pangu Heavenly Law".

"It won't work for two days. Wait a little longer, and wait until my treasure of enlightenment is achieved. It is probably on the third day of the Great Evil Calamity."

"So, can you be resurrected?"

The masked man smiled but said nothing.

"Forget it, I won't ask. Even if you can't survive, your soul can control the holy body and exert your combat power? It's okay to survive the great disaster."

This was negotiated with the masked man in advance.

If Peng Yu continues to use this body during the Great Secret Calamity, then the two can only exert one combat power. But Peng Yu's soul escapes and can turn into Pangu to participate in the battle. The masked man can also use his terrifying strength close to the sixth realm as Kun Hao.

But Peng Yu didn't know what the masked man thought.

"By the way, a lot of things have been accumulated in the past few days, so you can deal with it quickly. There is also this book, helping to publish 3,000 copies."

He disappeared and left, and there was an extra manuscript on the bed.

Peng Yu picked it up and read it. This is the compilation version of the sword cultivator novel. It tells the story of a young man surnamed Jiang who embarked on the right path of sword path, killing a group of pseudo-sword cultivators who practice magic swords. He eventually became the supreme sword path.

"Remember, print it as soon as possible. It will be of great use soon!"

"What can a novel do?" Peng Yu read two chapters and saw the plot of Jiang Jianxiu fighting with a woman who used the Seven Killing Swordsmanship.

The two were equally matched, and suddenly a third party attacked. The two fell into the water and were trapped in a secret realm.

"Next, it should be true love in times of adversity?"

But then, after turning to the next chapter, his face twisted.

Close it silently: Can such a bloody plot be written? Readers today don’t like to watch bloody!

He shook his head and went out to find Yuan Qi to publish 10,000 copies of the novel.

"Stay three thousand here in Zhaoyuan Palace, and send them all out."

After Peng Yu made an arrangement, he walked to the study and read the information for the past few days.

Seven days passed, and the Zhuansun clan's power completely contracted outside the Eight Desolate Divine Pass, forming a vague situation of division.

"What are you doing? Why are you doing if Zhuanyang doesn't keep a good filial piety?"

Peng Yu frowned and stood up to go to Kunshan.

At this time, the sword casting has reached a critical moment.

The giant sword picks all kinds of gold in the world, and is forged by a group of famous masters. It is blessed by the power of the gods and has already become the most treasure.

Kunlie stood in the air and melted his Sun and Moon Sword into it.

A golden light and a silver light intertwined, sometimes turning into a golden crow and jade rabbit, sometimes changing into a sun and a moon.

The great way symbolizing Kunwu's sun and moon is seeping into the sword embryo bit by bit.

When he noticed Peng Yu's arrival, Kun Lie split up a thought and took him to the palace.

"You woke up? How's your body? Do you have any sequelae when you forced into Pangu?"

"Everything is normal. Thank you for your concern."

The two came to the palace, Kun Lie sat in the throne of the emperor and looked at Peng Yu.
To be continued...