Attending the banquet alone.

In the sudden convergence of gazes, Wei Yuan calmly stared at the son of the Emperor of Heaven, the last Golden Crow. The young man in golden clothes stood up and stared at Wei Yuan with a pair of pupils: "...you will come as expected."

"Of course I will come."

Jinwu didn't comment, looked at the noble imperial concubine Chang Xi, and said:

"Although this sentence is not so appropriate for me to say, but..."

"Human race, you shouldn't have come."

Wei Yuan: "......"

Is this dialogue too familiar?

He asked strangely: "But I'm still here?"

Wei Yuan breathed out, and the golden crow in fine clothes waved, and the chained Yi was brought up. Two days ago, Chang'e sat in front of the wooden house for a day, and then left. Now in the sky

There are eleven lunar stars, but Chang'e is not there.

Wei Yuan saw Dayi and saw that he still had a familiar face, but compared with the elusiveness of the war spirit in the past, it now had a real sense of fragmentation. Even if there were cracks, at least he really existed in this world.

The true spirit of the world.

Wei Yuan nodded...

Chang Xi said calmly: "Then, human race, you and I are inseparable."

She said in a soft voice: "Next time we meet, it will be the enemy's weapons."

Wei Yuan said: "If there is a chance next time, I will make up for your portion of the bridge pork ribs."

Emperor Concubine Chang Xi thought of the snack that had been fed to the wild dogs on the roadside. Her face froze, she raised her head slightly, snorted coldly, and immediately stepped forward. The covering on her body disappeared, and she regained her appearance as a cold god with peerless appearance and unrivaled in the world.

, as if the bright moon has fallen on the ground.

Many gods saluted together.

Eleven lunar stars swarmed down, and the imperial concubine who soared up looked back and saw a human race dressed in ordinary common clothes standing on the ground, with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was saying goodbye to a friend. For a time, the experience of the past period of time was unexpectedly revealed.

It suddenly felt like a dream.

Wei Yuan looked at Jinwu.

The latter looked indifferent and pulled out a short knife with his backhand.

With a sharp clang and a sharp slash, the chains that bound Dayi broke every inch.

Then he pressed his palm on Dayi's back, exerted force suddenly, and pushed Dayi towards Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan instantly turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Dayi, carrying the weak True Spirit behind him, with a Confucian divination sign at his feet.

Change, move with the trend, and instantly sweep back at an incredible speed.

Dayi's voice rang in Wei Yuan's ears: "Retreat quickly!"

Wei Yuan had no intention of staying here, so of course he retreated immediately.

The feeling of boundless heat suddenly emerged.

There is no longer any darkness between heaven and earth. The majesty of the ten-day sky, the catastrophe of annihilation, and the violent force that once caused huge disasters are now in a state of ease.

Wei Yuan's pupils shrank.

Ten days in the sky!

"The wilderness still lacks a cook and a historian."

The young man in brocade clothes put his left hand behind his back, clasped the five fingers of his right hand, and flew across the sky for ten days. In a blink of an eye, the nine stars turned into spears, and the last big sun turned into spear points. This was the power to break the disaster.

He holds it in the palm of his hand, his voice is indifferent

"Why don't you stay?"

"No need, the people I really want to cook for are not in the wilderness."

"The cook is also a picky eater."

Wei Yuan laughed freely, raised his hand and grasped it with five fingers, and violent thunder exploded in the sky.

The dark clouds full of depression instantly pressed down, like the thunder of a silver dragon. Finally, purple lightning flashed in Wei Yuan's eyes. He stepped lightly on his feet, his sleeves and robes rolled up, and the most powerful and upright energy emerged from the edges, surrounded by thunder.

, the speed suddenly increased.

Ten days passed across the sky, and the world was covered with dark clouds. In the sky was the majesty of the gods. On the earth, mortals were running around with thunder. Even the gods were distracted for a moment, as if they had returned to that distant time, the place that belonged to heroes and legends.

era.

Jinwu narrowed his eyes slightly and stabbed out with a sharp spear.

Ten days across the sky, one shot shot through!

Wei Yuan turned around in the air, the thunder and fire were quenched, turning into a long sword, and then thrust out with a fierce sword.

The old friend returned to his hometown, left Kunlun, and entered Chang'an.

The ultimate level of spearmanship in the Age of Gods.

The pinnacle of human swordsmanship.

It was as if the sound of roaring thunder in the whole world and the tyranny of the sun in the sky collided instantly. There was a roar in the ears of the gods, and their eyes were blurred. The light of thunder and the light of the sun caused them to lose their vision for a while, and the only thing in front of them was white.

A vast expanse.

His mind was taken away by it, and it took a long time for him to gradually recover. A huge hole appeared on the earth that could almost bury a city. Above the burnt black rock crystal, thunder light was lingering around him. The gods only felt their hearts beating wildly, and their mouths

Dry tongue.

He raised his head and saw the young Lord of the Wilderness standing with his hands behind his back, with a calm look on his face. The vision of the ten-day volley in the sky converged, and a bolt of lightning ran away and disappeared in an instant. The human race laughed loudly:

"One shot today will bring you a lot."

"See you again someday and I will give you what you asked for."

"Farewell!"

When the divine guards were about to come forward, Jin Wu raised his right hand to stop these monks, and said in a cold tone: "No need, they will always want to leave the wilderness. When the time comes, just deploy troops and horses at the checkpoints and crevices...

"

"He was also injured, and the injury was not serious."

The god-general respectfully promised, but did not notice the turmoil of wind and thunder hidden in the word.

Gu/span>Jinwu looked at the thunder going away and narrowed his eyes.

Looking back, I looked at the old wooden house.

In fact, in a somewhat ambitious situation like today, when the other party is alone at the banquet and deliberately enters a dangerous place, is it because he has murderous intentions or is he planning to prove to that man and to Dayi that a fool like him is just

An accident between heaven and earth.

Although you are worthy of serving the human race and the common people, there will never be another person like you.

The black and white in the world are not that clear at first.

Even now, after five thousand years, he has become the real Great Wilderness Young Master, calm and majestic, with no expression of joy or anger, but there is still a child in his heart asking blankly and ignorantly, why did you choose common people at that time?

Instead of choosing to help us.

why?

Isn't helping loved ones a moral thing that humans respect?

Maybe you can understand it intellectually, but the child in your heart is always there.

When you are the only one in the world who would choose that kind of thing, that kind of thing seems wrong to the rest of the world. The sun is the brightest place, but looking directly at the sun will only bring eternal darkness. However, this way

Is it too childish to think that Yi must be proved wrong?

The young master of Dahuang was silent. He didn't let out a breath until he returned to his palace.

He raised his hand, clasping his fingers tightly, and there was a sword mark in his palm.

The golden blood was left behind, but with his divine body, he could not recover. Just like a mortal, because he did not want to lose his dignity in front of his subordinates, he held on forcefully. At this moment, he was suddenly exposed, but a lot of blood was spilled, and the injuries were serious.

It wasn't serious, it was just that the amount of bleeding looked shocking.

The maids and ministers in the palace were panicked.

"...It is a mythical concept that has never been seen before."

"The damage is moderate, but it is extremely difficult to heal."

Jinwu swallowed several elixirs, but it was difficult to speed up the healing. Even the elixir condensed from the elixir of immortality was the same, and could not speed up the recovery. Jinwu clasped his five fingers together, tried many methods, and then closed his eyes and used the rotation of the sun.

, with the blessing of the branch of power as time passed, the injury slowly began to heal.

Express your feelings calmly:

"Ignore the divine power, ignore the body, ignore the concept of mythology."

"And time can cure this poison."

"Only time can solve this poison."

"Once the opponent is not good at the way of time during the fight, he will be dragged to death."

"New mythological concept..."

The Godly Era official serving next to him was astonished, and Jinwu said: "Since it is a newly born mythical concept, there should be records in the wilderness. Regardless of whether we are enemies or friends, those who can take this step are all outstanding people walking on a certain road. They should be preserved.

In the scroll, future generations will respect it."

The god official subconsciously said: "But, that is the human race, it is ours..."

Jinwu interrupted his objections and spoke in a calm and natural tone:

"As time goes by, countless outstanding people appear and disappear, and the world is vast. If we don't do such a thing, who else will do it?"

"If we don't record it, who else is qualified to record it?"

"yes."

"But, Shaojun, why should this type of mythical concept be recorded?"

Dahuang Shaojun changed into a pair of jade-white uniforms with delicate cloud patterns on them. His black hair was as black as ink, falling on his shoulders. He wore a jade belt around his waist, with a tassel hanging down. He pondered for a while, pushed the door open and went out with a calm tone:

"The mythical concept of Yanhuang lineage."

"His name is Qianqiu."

"With this heart and this ambition, although the years have passed, it will never be easy."

"yes……"

And when he walked out of the palace and planned to visit the imperial concubine Chang Xi, a figure suddenly rushed outside, led by the guards. He had a panic-stricken face and was wearing armor, but there was an appearance on the armor that had the obvious style of the Gods.

There were many hideous cracks, as if they were smashed with some kind of blunt instrument by incomparable brute force...

No, it was more like being brushed by that kind of heavy and brute force, and it already looked so embarrassed.

But what kind of blunt instrument can have such terrifying oppressive power?

Jinwu said: "You are... Si Tong from the Si You tribe, why are you here?"

"I remember, weren't you guarding a fissure in my wilderness?"

The godly general obviously did not expect that Shaojun would remember his name. He was slightly startled, and then immediately leaned down to salute. His face was pale and frightened, and he said: "This is exactly what I want to report to Shaojun!"

"That crack leading to the human world... that crack..."

"Something happened. An intruder broke through the blockade. He alone broke the formation of 30,000 heavenly soldiers..."

"who?!!"

The god raised his head with fear in his eyes:

"The Huai River is a disaster for you..."

"Wuzhi Qi."

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