Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom, Temple of the Son of God.

Hua Fushen set foot here for the first time, surrounded by the smiling Mengkong Cicada.

"Look, in-laws, I have never treated your son-in-law badly."

Hua Fushen glanced at him and said angrily: "As expected of the Lord Wu Meng, his thick-skinnedness is astonishing, and he has done a lot by doting on his own son."

"Hey! It's said that a son-in-law is half a son. I am doting on your son for you. It's not too much to take the credit, right?"

"Hahaha!" Hua Fushen grinned dryly. He had long discovered that since he retrieved "Mengjian Abyss", Mengkong Chan's posture in front of him had completely changed, and he could not see his teeth every time he smiled.

When he was young, Meng Kongchan wanted to get close to Hua Qingying, and he fawned over Hua Fushen in every possible way; but when they both became gods, Hua Fushen's daughter Hua Caili was the only miraculous daughter of this generation with perfect divinity, and he Mengkongchan

However, he has never been able to produce a spiritual successor, and he was naturally half a head shorter when faced with it.

But things are different now. His Dreamless God now has two divine sons on his knees, and one of them is a perfect godhead, and he has also fascinated his most beloved daughter, Hua Shen...

His spine, which had been bent in front of the painting for half his life, is now straight.

Painting Fushen can already imagine his face when facing other gods after setting foot on the Pure Land.

Stepping into the palace, Meng Kongchan smiled directly and said: "Is Yuan'er here?"

Meng Zhiyuan hurriedly came up to him, saluted respectfully and said: "Return to the Lord God, the young master is currently cultivating, and I don't know when he will show up."

"Cultivation?" Hua Fushen glanced around, his expression becoming unsightly: "His personal maids are more beautiful than the last. I'm afraid they can't wait to help you spread the branches of the Meng family, so they still have the heart to practice?

"

"Eh!" Meng Kongchan immediately raised his hand: "Brother Fushen, you have wronged Yuan'er. I personally arranged all the waiters here, and Yuan'er has never taken the initiative to ask for one. As for spreading branches and leaves,

...I would be happy to see it, but it's a pity...it's a pity."

Meng Zhiyuan was so smart that she immediately said timidly: "Although the young master has a noble status, he never refuses to slack off. More than 90% of his time is spent in the cultivation space."

"Now that the maid and others have entered the God's Son's Palace, they all belong to the Young Master in this life. The Young Master treats each of us very well. Not to mention bullying, he has never even spoken harshly. The only thing...only refuses to touch us in the slightest. Occasionally,

Just serving and changing clothes is the limit."

At the end of her speech, her voice was filled with some disappointment after trying hard to hide it.

The ugly look on Hua Fushen's face suddenly disappeared, and then he looked around with a look of indifference.

Meng Kongchan sighed softly and said: "Over the years, I have advised Yuan'er several times, asking him not to treat me so harshly. He is obedient in everything, but this is the only thing he never refuses to obey. And his reasons...

"

He turned his eyes and looked at the painting with deep meaning. Although he didn't say anything, it seemed to be worth a thousand words.

"Let's go," Mengkong Chan dragged the painting Fushen and walked out: "I'll call that boy out."

"No need." Hua Fushen raised his hand and refused: "I was just passing by here on a whim. It doesn't matter if I see him or not. It would be bad if it disturbs his crucial cultivation node."

"Hahahaha!" Meng Kongchan laughed: "Look, it doesn't matter what you say. The love and care of these sons-in-law is directly written on their faces."

Hua Fushen sneered: "It's hard to say whether he will become a son-in-law or not. Don't stick to it."

"No, no, it must happen!" Meng Kongchan said firmly: "I won't recognize anyone else as my daughter-in-law. I'll just keep it small... Oh, by the way, how about my daughter-in-law's breakthrough?"

Hua Fushen glanced at him, resisting the urge to slap him on the face, and said proudly: "As early as half a year ago, Caili had broken seven stars in a row. The reason why she has not come out yet is because Qingying wanted to

She sealed the eighth star formation."

Mengkong Chan was slightly stunned, then laughed even louder: "Hahahaha! She is indeed my appointed daughter-in-law..."

Hua Fushen hit his arm with an elbow: "Shut up! The Pure Land has not yet arrived, and there is no progress in the old palace. You should restrain yourself!"

"Take it, take it, whatever the in-laws say is right. Qingying, she recently..."

"Stop asking, ask yourself!"

Meng Zhiyuan watched the two great gods go away, with thoughts in her mind.

At the same time, deep in the sea of ​​fog.

The dark flames of the Eternal Tribulation Demon illuminated Yun Che's face. Yuan Chen gathered in his hands again and again, approaching the flames again and again, but there was never the reaction he had been expecting.

He has experienced similar attempts too many times during this time.

While he was in the sea of ​​fog, his affinity and control over Yuan Chen grew day by day. As his understanding of Yuan Chen became deeper and deeper, suddenly one day, something appeared in his consciousness that could attract Yuan Chen's power.

The vague feeling of using it for one's own use.

This feeling became clearer and clearer as time went by, but no matter how hard he tried, there seemed to be a critical door standing in front of him, which he could not cross no matter what.

The demonic flames of eternal calamity were extinguished, and he slowly closed his eyes. The red flames in his left hand and the ice flames in his right hand merged in reverse order with the concentration of his thoughts, turning into ice flames.

Yuan Chen floated by, but passed quietly through the ice flames, without any response.

The ice flames went out, Yun Che took a long breath and was already sweating profusely.

"What exactly...is missing?"

He whispered to himself.

"Could it be that my cultivation level is insufficient...or is it that my invisible understanding of the Law of Nothingness is still not enough?"

Li Suo's voice sounded leisurely: "This is already the 30,000th time you have tried, are you still unwilling to give up?"

"There is no reason to give up." Yun Che whispered: "The essence of Yuan Chen is the power of destruction that transcends laws. Just by controlling it, I can cause turmoil in this world and destroy the cognition of all spirits.

.And if I can detonate its power..."

"Then maybe... no, it must be the power of killing gods in the true sense!"

Li Suo said: "Since it has the power to kill gods, how can it be easy?"

"Furthermore, even if you can really trigger the power of destruction in the abyss, with your cultivation and body, you must kill yourself before killing gods."

Yun Che did not refute, how could he not know this.

However, the feeling of being able to touch the power of annihilation of the ancestor in the abyss of dust has gradually approached from vague to clear.

This was an invisible sense of enlightenment originating from the Law of Nothingness. Although it could never be accurately captured, it had never deceived him.

boom!

The Emperor of Hell turned on, and he ignited the eternal calamity demonic flames in the extreme state, blasting towards the Yuan Chen condensed in his other hand.

The demonic flames exploded, Yuan Chen scattered, and Yun Che's aura was completely suppressed.

After this last attempt to vent his anger, Yun Che stood up, gathered the abyssal mist surrounding him, and walked towards the depths of the sea of ​​mist.

The eternal calamity demonic flames that fell to the ground burned violently and took a long time to slowly extinguish.

No one noticed that among the pitch-black flames, a tiny gray flame as tiny as a star appeared strangely.

The moment the gray flame appeared, it fell straight down. Wherever it went, the terrifying eternal calamity demonic flame was directly broken... and the break was extremely smooth. Two pieces of separated black flame were on both sides of the gray flame mark.

They burned separately and did not merge with each other for a long time.

No one even saw that under the gray stars that fell to the ground, the extremely hard sea of ​​fog melted silently like the thin snow in early winter, disappearing without a trace... until it reached the depths of the abyss.

Pan Buwang's whole body was shrouded in darkness, and even though there was heavy abyss dust interference, his aura was still so thin that it was difficult to catch.

It also shows that his integration with the dark mysterious power is getting closer and closer to perfection.

The Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom is the only kingdom in the Abyss that specializes in dark mysterious power. The Pan family lineage is the pinnacle of dark mysterious power in the world of the abyss. Therefore, in the knowledge of the Pan family lineage, the violence of the dark mysterious power and

The tendency to lose control is part of its unchangeable nature.

Only by becoming a god can one achieve near-perfect control over the dark power to the greatest extent.

However, the dark profound energy in Pan Buwang's body is now extremely gentle. The last time he lost control of his body was more than a year ago, and it was extremely slight and easily suppressed.

This is completely a dark affinity that can only appear in the owl butterfly gods in the past.

And all of this comes from his master... Mist Emperor.

Sensing the approach of Mist Emperor, the darkness dissipated from Pan Buwu's body, and he knelt down respectfully and bowed: "Disciple Buwu, I respectfully welcome Master."

Now, his awe, gratitude, and admiration for Emperor Mist... all come from the bottom of his heart.

"Dissipate all the profound energy from your body." Emperor Mist gave the order directly, leaving no room for doubt.

"yes!"

Without any resistance, the dark mist hovering around Pan Buwang's body quickly dissipated, and even the naturally released protective energy was restrained.

Yuan Wu twisted, and what seemed to be a human arm was raised under the cover of Yuan Wu. Then a huge force suddenly came down, and Pan Buwang, who had no power to protect himself, was crushed to the ground.

Even so, there was no resistance in Pan Buyu's body, and even the protective energy that surged instinctively was immediately withdrawn by him.

He lay on the ground, feeling the master's approach, without raising his head, saying anything, or making any resistance.

The abyssal mist shrouded his body, so thick that it quickly deprived him of his life. A hand that seemed to have no warmth covered his back, and then the blood and bones on his back exploded, and a force destroyed his body, and then

Pierced ruthlessly into his profound veins.

Pan Buwang gritted his teeth violently, but he did not let out a groan of pain, nor did he turn around and escape.

If a profound vein is pierced by the power of another person, no matter which profound practitioner is, they will be horrified and fight back with all their strength... because the other party can directly destroy the mysterious vein with just a little thought, which may cause permanent damage to the mysterious vein at least, or... maybe...

Thus he became a useless person.
To be continued...