Meng Jian Xi's brows suddenly sank: "Meng Jian Yuan, my tolerance has its limits. If you do this again..."
"Jianxi Divine Son," Yun Che said calmly: "If I were you, I had worked diligently in the Dream Weaver Kingdom for a hundred years and finally established my name as the Divine Son. But one day suddenly a dream fell from the sky. Not only did I have no achievements, but everything was also ruined.
I am not as good as myself, but I want to be named the Son of God on par with myself...I definitely don’t want to."
"If you don't want to, then you can advise the Lord God. Then say it bluntly that Meng Jian Yuan is not worthy. You can find a hundred reasons why the Dream Weaver Kingdom does not need a second divine son, and you can also find a hundred reasons why Meng Jian Yuan is not worthy.
The reasons why you are not worthy of being the Son of God... are real and honest, and no one will think you are unworthy, let alone unworthy."
Yun Che narrowed his eyes slightly: "After all, as the Son of God, you should have the will to be on the defensive and have appropriate opinions, confidence and ambition."
"But it's a pity..." Yun Che shook his head, with a look of disappointment and regret on his face: "While you asked your people to jointly put pressure on your father, you also secretly arranged a bunch of extremely despicable means to shame me.
Branding, turning the day of my seal into a day of shame, is extremely malicious... but on the other hand, I shouted that we are united, join hands and rely on each other, showing my broad mind and self-cultivation."
"Why bother?" Yun Che's eyes were filled with unabashed sarcasm: "You can obviously be a frank and straightforward dream-weaver god, why do you make yourself so hypocritical and ugly?"
"Oh, that's right!" Yun Che suddenly came a little closer, and the contempt in his eyes was like a steel needle piercing Meng Jianxi's eyes: "I suddenly thought of an ugly saying: Some people can be innocent, but they have to be treated as such.
Bitch, you have become a bitch, but you still want to build an archway... Does Jianxi Shenzi have any opinions on this?"
The heartbeats of almost everyone present stopped violently... These words were not only disrespectful, but also a complete humiliation.
Not to mention such a god, in a grand occasion where all the major dream masters are present and where countless people are paying attention, who dares to say such vulgar and vicious words to the Dream Weaver God Son, even in a small and dark corner.
"How unreasonable! How unreasonable!!" Meng Zangji roared. At this moment, he undoubtedly had a perfectly normal reason to be angry. He looked at Yun Che, and his soul was overwhelming: "Mengjian Yuan, do you know that you are so insulted and slanderous?
What a heinous crime I have committed, Son of the God Weaver of Dreams!"
"Joke!" Yun Che sneered in response: "If the God of Jianxi has never done it, I will indeed consider it an insult and slander. But if he has done it, then I just told a true fact, so how can it be considered an insult and slander?
What? If you insist that this is an insult, wouldn’t it mean that Jian Xi Shenzi is insulting himself?”
"Meng Jian Yuan." Meng Jian Xi's voice was low, but her expression was still calm: "You succeeded in irritating me."
"You say that my words and deeds are inconsistent and that I use hidden methods. Then where is your evidence! Without evidence, it is all just your dirty assumptions...and even deliberate slander. Do you know that it is not me who is so damaged, but yourself!"
Even if Yun Che tears everything apart, even if everyone completely believes it under his guidance... he will never be able to produce real evidence.
"Certificate? It's simple." Yun Che pointed at An Zhiming, who had been standing there all the time: "How about using 'Dream Falling' on him."
"..." Meng Qianxi's expression did not change, but countless fine red marks suddenly appeared on the edge of his eyeballs.
"Shouyuan."
Yun Che called out in a low voice, and immediately, Meng Shouyuan's figure appeared behind him like a ghost.
Yun Che pointed at An Zhiming, whose face was dark and uncertain: "Put him into a dream."
"Yes!" Meng Shouyuan obeyed the order without any hesitation, and then released his soul power, directly covering An Zhiming.
"stop!"
With a loud shout, Meng Shouyuan's dream-falling power was completely blocked. Meng Xuanji put away her arms and said in a deep voice: "Mengjian Yuan, you have lost your memory. You have completely forgotten that 'falling dream' was weaved by me.
The forbidden power of the Kingdom of Dreams cannot be used except for major events!"
"Taboo?" Yun Che smiled contemptuously: "I only heard that the biggest taboo of the power of falling dreams is that it must not be used on members of the same race. He knows that he is from a subordinate country, and he does not use 'Meng' as his surname. He will never be able to use it.
Use the word 'same clan'."
"Besides, this move is to prove Jianxi Shenzi's innocence. Why, Jianxi Shenzi's innocence is not considered a big deal in your mouth?"
Meng Xuanji's face stiffened slightly, and she said sternly: "Once a person falls into a dream, it is equivalent to revealing everything to others, and there is no more secrets and dignity! Although An Zhiming is not a person of the Kingdom of God, he is still a citizen of the Kingdom of God! I, the Great Weaving
How could the Dream Kingdom trample on the dignity of an innocent descendant like this in front of everyone! Wouldn’t that make all the beings in the world laugh and despise him!”
"Oh, that is to say, in the eyes of Xuanji Dream Lord, the innocence of Jian Xi Shenzi is far inferior to the dignity of a subordinate citizen? Haha, hahahaha!"
Yun Che raised his head and laughed: "Jianxi Divine Son, did you hear that? In order to protect the dignity of a prince from a small country, this Xuanji Dream Lord is willing to sacrifice your 'innocence'. You, the Divine Son, are really cowardly and ridiculous..."
"
"..." Meng Xiangxi slowly gritted his teeth, and the cracks in his eyes spread rapidly.
Yun Che's voice suddenly stopped. He looked at An Zhiming and suddenly realized: "Oh~~ Master Xuanji Dream, I understand. Logically speaking, no matter how stupid he is, he cannot be as funny as he was just now.
If you can't bear it, come on. Unless..."
He pointed at An Zhiming: "Is this person who claims to be An Zhiming actually the illegitimate son of your Xuanji Palace Master?"
"You!!" Meng Xuanji's eyes bulged out, and the blood in her body almost instantly flowed backwards.
"Pfft...pfft..." Dian Jiuzhi endured it again and again, but still kept making noises from the corner of his mouth.
Yun Che said with a clear face: "If it weren't for this reason, I really can't think of any other reason for the Lord of the Dream Palace to tell such a stupid joke. Shouyuan, what do you think?"
Meng Shouyuan agreed lightly: "What the young master said is true."
"Jian Yuan Emperor!" An Zhiming suddenly roared at this moment, breaking the dilemma between Meng Jian Xi and Meng Xuanji: "Xuanji Dream Lord is right, even though I am a humble person, I still have dignity.
But no one with dignity can easily accept that he has been 'fallen into a dream' in front of so many people for a made-up reason."
"unless……"
He secretly gritted his teeth, took a step forward, with the mysterious light shining in his hand, and raised a silver spear: "The reason why I boldly move forward this time is to challenge Emperor Jianyuan. If Emperor Jianyuan wants me to accept it willingly,
Falling Meng, then defeat me openly and openly... Of course, if Emperor Jianyuan doesn't dare, he will forcefully attack Falling Dreams..."
His eyes quickly turned red, as if they were stained with blood: "I know my fate and would rather commit suicide on the spot than accept it!"
Yun Che looked at him sideways... He was being forced to trade his own life for the life of the entire clan.
It's also pitiful.
"Okay." Facing An Zhiming's almost decisive gaze, Yun Che nodded slowly: "Then I will do as you wish."
Seeing that he agreed directly, An Zhiming's breath relaxed obviously.
Meng Zangji, Meng Xuanji and others, who had originally looked extremely ugly, suddenly had a strange look on their faces.
Especially when I dreamed of Zao, I was so excited that I almost stood up.
Although these people he selected under the orders of Meng Jianxi did not belong to the Dreamweaver Kingdom, their qualifications were all top-notch. Among them, An Zhiming was the best.
He was completely convinced that among all the kingdoms affiliated with the Dream Weaver Divine Kingdom, no one could compete with An Zhiming at the level of a third-level god-lord.
And "Dream Abyss" has been wandering in their cognition for hundreds of years, with no resource supply, no foundation support, and absolutely no strong person to solidify his foundation after each breakthrough, and the mysterious skills he cultivates must be
Inferior... perhaps not even as good as an ordinary third-level divine master at the ordinary level, so how can he be compared with An Zhiming.
"But..." Yun Che's tone suddenly changed. Just when everyone thought he was trying to make some excuse, he actually reached out and pointed behind An Zhiming: "You have arranged for nine people. If they come out one after another,
It’s too troublesome, so let’s go together.”
"Although I am not the Son of Dreamweaver God yet, time is still very precious!"
As soon as these words came out, they undoubtedly caused an uproar.
Meng Jinghai sneered directly: "Meng Jingyuan, are you crazy?"
While everyone was either surprised or laughing, Mengkong Chan's eyes were filled with light. He suddenly raised his hand, and with several overlapping screams, the eight third-level God Lords pointed out by Yun Che earlier
At the same time, he was brought into the field by an irresistible force and stood side by side with the stunned An Zhiming.
"Yuan'er," Meng Kongchan said calmly: "I will only ask you once, are you sure you want to fight against nine of them at the same time?"
"Of course." Yun Che turned around and responded without even a moment's hesitation: "As a man, you should be true to your words and deeds, and be true to your words! Otherwise, you will be no different from those deceitful and ugly people."
Sigh... Mengmengxi clearly heard the sound of his teeth bursting into cracks.
"Okay!" Mengkong Chan nodded slowly: "The nine of you will attack together, and you will use your full strength. If you win, you will be rewarded without punishment. But if you dare not use your full strength... you will be severely punished!"
The words of the God are so precious!
It also made everyone who was already surprised even more confused.
"I will obey the order of the Lord God!" An Zhiming responded loudly. He seemed to want to end all this as soon as possible. The gun in his hand was already filled with mysterious light and pointed directly at Yun Che: "Jian Yuan Emperor, please enlighten me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the mysterious light from the gun's body turned into thunder, and his whole body was like thunder running from the ground, heading straight towards Yun Che.
The power he unleashed was obviously the limit of the third level of the God Lord Realm... Undoubtedly full power.
At an extremely close distance, the lightning flashed with all its strength in an instant. In the eyes of everyone, Yun Che, who was in a loose shape, had no way to avoid it.
This is indeed the case.
Chi!
After the loud sound of thunder cracking the sky, the sound of thunder suddenly stopped.
Yun Che still stood on the same spot, not moving an inch, and even the expression on his face did not change at all.
Only he raised his right hand and pushed forward with the tip of his index finger...and the silver spear carrying An Zhiming's full power was actually fixed in front of Yun Che's fingertips.
Even the lightning on the gun body disappeared.
An Zhiming maintained a forward posture, but he was frozen there as if frozen... The color on his face was quickly fading, and his pupils dilated sharply, as if he had encountered the most extreme fright in the world.
The scene was filled with dead silence, and amid the chaos, countless people suddenly stood up or jumped into the air, and then widened their eyes again and again, as if they couldn't believe the scenes in their sights no matter what.
"What...what...is going on..." I dreamed that Zhe was whispering in a lost voice, stumbling over each word.
Meng Zangji, Meng Xuanji, Meng Jinghai, Meng Kongdu... and even all the masters of the Dream Palace all stood up from their seats with the same shocked expression on their faces.
"..." Dian Jiuzhi, who had always maintained an attitude of watching the fun, was instantly overturned by astonishment.
The corner of Yun Che's mouth moved slightly, as if he was smiling, and then... his figure suddenly disappeared.
Bang!
An Zhiming's figure flew away, and the silver gun in his hand fell into Yun Che's fingers. He stepped on the shadow of the broken moon, and a touch of ice that seemed real and illusory passed through eight pairs of frightened and dilated eyes almost at the same time.
film.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Eight instants, eight spear shadows, and before An Zhiming's flying body landed on the ground, the other eight mystics had all flown into the sky in different directions, causing screams that stretched all over the sky.
Yun Che's figure finally came to a standstill, and behind him, eight gun shadows that had no time to dissipate joined together to form an exceptionally gorgeous dragon shadow.
He turned around and swept out the gun in an understated manner, immediately creating a huge storm, sucking all the nine fallen practitioners into it, and then rolled them down in front of him.
Bang bang bang bang...
Continuous slamming sounds sounded around Yun Che's feet, which also severely impacted everyone's endlessly frightened hearts and souls.
Countless mouths opened wildly, dreaming that Zawa was there stupidly, and even the masters of the Dream Palace were stunned and lost their minds for a long time.
I dreamed that the cracked red marks in Xi's eyes had long since disappeared, and were replaced by pupils that were dilated to almost cover the entire eyeball.
Dian Jiuzhi had already stood up at some point, and looked at Yun Che intently... at this man whose cultivation level was only at the third level of the Divine Master Realm.
As the recognized No. 1 Son of God in the Six Divine Kingdoms, he believes that his profound talent after awakening the Great Wilderness Divine Vein is unparalleled in the world. But... when he was at the third level of the God Lord Realm, he could easily defeat his opponents in the same realm, but it was absolutely impossible for him to do so at the third level of the God Lord Realm.
In as short as an instant, he defeated nine practitioners of the same realm in a row.
It can even be said to be unheard of.
"..." Meng Kongchan's chest rose and fell several times very obviously.
And the strange light flashing in the depths of his pupils was so intense that it burned his soul.
Brother Fushen really didn’t lie to me!
This is more than a huge surprise!!
"Hahahaha!" Mengkong Chan laughed, but in front of everyone, he laughed extraordinarily: "Okay! Very good. You are worthy of being my Yuan'er. Even if you have been wandering for a hundred years and have not enjoyed any of the resources of the Kingdom of God, its resources
Its quality is still so outstanding!”
"This kind of qualification is more than outstanding..." The master of Chenmeng Valley muttered in a low voice... and quickly stopped when he realized what he was doing.
In such a situation, once you praise one side, you are likely to be involved in factional disputes. The wisest choice is for neutrals to remain silent.
But at this moment, the balance in the hearts of these neutrals who have never been involved in the faction has gradually tilted towards "Mengjian Abyss"... And before this ceremony, no one thought that the returning "Mengjian Abyss" had any relationship with him.
Dreaming about Xi’s qualifications.
An Zhiming collapsed on his knees, his eyes empty, and he didn't stand up for a long time.
Bang!
With a loud bang, his beloved gun fell to the ground in front of him.
Yun Che's deep voice came to his ears: "It seems that you messed up the mission. The consequences must be very tragic. How pitiful..."
"Before you pick up this gun again, think carefully about who is harming you, and more importantly, who can save you in this situation!"
An Zhiming's empty eyes trembled slightly, and then the trembling became more and more intense.
Suddenly, he propped up his upper body with his hands, knelt down on the ground, and roared with all his strength: "Please God, Lord Jianyuan, please save me...save my Anmeng royal family!"
This sudden roar almost tore the throats and shocked everyone's ears.
I dreamed that Zou’s face suddenly changed.
Meng Kongchan glanced sideways, first glanced at Yun Che, and then said calmly: "Rescue you? What do you mean?"
An Zhiming suddenly raised his hand and pointed directly at Meng Jianzao: "It's him! It's the son of Emperor Jianzao! He threatened the lives of my father and the emperor's sister, and asked me to take the initiative to challenge the son of Jianyuan during the sealing ceremony today.
, and then use the most humiliating method to defeat him, so that he will no longer have any face..."
"Shut up!"
I dreamed that Zhe was jumping out loud and his face was like pig liver: "An Zhiming! You are so brave, you dare to slander me in front of Father God!"
Now that things have come to this, An Zhiming has no way out. He faces Mengmenzao directly, his eyes are fierce, and every word is filled with soul-shaking sorrow: "I An Zhiming swears on my own life and lifelong glory. If there is even half a word of lies,
You must let me..."
"How dare you continue to slander! You deserve to die!"
I dreamed that Zawa's entire face was as black as withered blood, and he suddenly flew over with his palms clenched, like a wild beast that was out of control and rushing towards An Zhiming.
For a son of a god, even if he kills a prince of a small country in public, it is definitely not a big deal without room for leeway.
Yun Che, who was closest to An Zhiming, dodged and stood in front of An Zhiming... However, before Meng Meng Zhe's power could touch Yun Che, a sword light appeared out of thin air in front of him.
"Ugh!"
I dreamed that Zao screamed and flew back at a speed dozens of times faster than when he rushed out. He hit the ground hard and shrank all over, unable to stand up again.
No one looked at Mengmenzawa's tragic situation, but they all looked up at the sky with shock.
Because the person who took action was...
Draw a clear shadow!
Among the people present, the one least likely to take action!
Yun Che immediately turned around and bowed to Hua Qingying: "Thank you, Auntie, for helping me."
For a moment, the entire audience could hear the drop of a needle, and could only dream of Sawa's pitiful screams.
What did they hear?
I dreamed that Yuan actually called the sword fairy to draw a clear shadow...