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.
Pan Buwang's teeth were trembling due to severe pain and instinctive fear, but he still did not offer any resistance, and no sound escaped from his teeth.
He is a person with a clear distinction between love and hatred. Everything he has now was given by the Emperor of Fog. Even if the Emperor of Fog wants to take his life, he has no regrets.
Bang! Bang! Bang——
Continuous cracking sounds accompanied by the pain of soul-splitting came from his body and profound veins, and he clearly felt that his body was cruelly broken into several holes.
Finally, the severe pain exceeded the limit that his will could bear, and a hoarse groan escaped from his throat, and then his whole body was thrown far away like a leaking blood bag.
He was lying on the ground, breathing heavily and sweating like rain all over his body.
Mist Emperor said coldly: "Your last godhead has also been forcibly broken. Now you are already a perfect godhead, which is what the world calls the 'perfect godhead' and the 'child of miracles'."
Pan Buwu's trembling sound suddenly stopped, and he raised his head sharply. His emotions were already hard to fluctuate. He was stunned for a long time, and he couldn't believe the sound he heard.
Because these four short words "perfect godhead" are extremely rare in the entire history of the abyss. And every time they appear in this world, they are connected with the two words "miracle".
To be able to become the former Godly Son of Owl Butterfly, his talent is undoubtedly among the top in the world, but he never dared to expect to be able to inherit such an almost ethereal miracle.
But as the profound energy circulated, he could very clearly sense the extra special entrance in the profound veins... which was also the tenth divine path named by the Kingdom of God!
"..." He looked at the gray eyes that were constantly twisting in the mist. After a long time, he woke up like a dream, struggled to get up, and kowtowed heavily: "My disciple is not arrogant. Thank you Master for another gift."
He was convinced that Mist Emperor was a person...but he could no longer imagine what kind of person he was.
A difference in divine status is almost a huge gap in the level of the gods and goddesses of the kingdom of God, and can even directly affect the prestige of a major kingdom of gods in the next era.
Because of the difference in godhood, the Kingdom of God can without hesitation abandon the Son of God that it has devoted all its efforts and resources to cultivate, and transfer everything to the Son of God with a higher godhood.
And the Mist Emperor... can actually forcefully activate his divine power!
He was promoted from the original eight-point godhead to nine-point godhead, and now, in the eyes of the Kingdom of God, he has a perfect godhead that is equivalent to a miracle.
This is something that is absolutely impossible in the Supreme Pure Land.
Master...who is he...what kind of person is he...
And why do you treat me like this and help me like this...
In fact, Yun Che's ability to forcibly activate the divine power is not achievable for all mystical practitioners, but is limited to dark mystical practitioners, and the body, mystical veins, and the dark mystical power must be in sufficient harmony.
With the Law of Nothingness and the Eternal Doom of Darkness, he is the true Lord of Darkness and can control any body of darkness to the greatest extent.
"In one month, it will be the time when the core figures of the six major divine kingdoms will gather in the Pure Land. Pan Buwang, tell me, what are your preparations?"
Pan Buwu slowly raised his head and said proudly: "On the pure land, defeat Pan Bu Zhuo and make God Father regret his choice. Take back my name as Son of God with the most unquestionable gesture!"
"Is that all?" Mist Emperor said: "Even if you take back the name of God's Son of Owl Butterfly, how long will it take for you to have the power of revenge?"
Pan Buwang lowered his head and said, "Please teach me, Master."
The Mist Emperor raised his hand, and darkness instantly enveloped him, turning the surrounding space into a lightless world.
"I want you to put aside your disappointment and resentment towards your father for the time being. When you step into the Pure Land, you will fight for the dignity of the Xiaodie Divine Kingdom and let everyone see that you are far more worthy of being the Xiaodie Divine Son than Pan Bu Zhuo.
Let the world marvel that you are a dark miracle gifted by God to the Owl Butterfly Kingdom!"
"Don't be arrogant. Remember, the most convenient emotion in the world to exploit is not regret, but guilt!"
"How guilty you can make your father feel about you will determine when you are qualified to fully control your own destiny, and it will also determine when you are qualified to stab Shen Wuyanye with a spear of revenge!"
To Pan Buhua, Emperor Wu was no longer as simple as his master, but a god who surpassed Emperor Yuan.
He firmly engraved every word that the Mist Emperor said in his heart: "Master's teachings, I have memorized them all!"
"Very good." Mist Emperor praised coldly: "I believe that if you are as smart as you, you will definitely know what to do."
"For the next seven days, you will stop practicing and use them to recover. After seven days, you will leave the Sea of Mist and head towards the Pure Land. However, on this trip to the Pure Land, you cannot follow the Kingdom of the Owl Butterfly God.
The Kingdom of Owl Butterfly Enters the Pure Land..."
His voice paused slightly, but Pan Buju resolutely replied: "Master, don't worry, if you can't even do such a small thing, how can you be worthy of being Master's disciple."
"No," the Mist Emperor said in a low voice, "I want you to follow the Star-Moon Kingdom to the Pure Land, no matter which method you use!"
Pan Buwang was slightly surprised, but he didn't ask any more questions and responded solemnly: "Yes!"
The Mist Emperor raised his hand, and several alien abyss crystals shining with darkness fell in front of Pan Buhua.
"Darkness eats the heart, and even your father God cannot avoid it. How to use them is up to you."
The Mist Emperor's voice faded away until it completely disappeared into the darkness.
Pan Buwang stretched out his hand, carefully picked up the alien crystals in front of him one by one, and then clenched his hands tightly.
Ruthless...wait for me...
Whether you are still alive or in another world, you must wait for me...
Even if it can only be exchanged for a tragic moment, I will never let me...let our lives be left with only powerlessness and sadness...
As for the price...from the moment the news of his death came, it no longer mattered!