I have a role in the heavens

God King Gou Li looked at the palm that was tightly tugging on his forearm, he put his arm down obediently, and retracted the Haotian Seal. Seeing this, Yang Gan was about to take his hand back, but was violently pulled away by God King Gou Li's palm. He caught it, crossed his fingers, and clenched them tightly. God King Gou Li narrowed his eyes into a slit, and the narrow slits revealed unconcealable joy and joy, and said in a cute voice.

"Just listen to you. Anyway, it's just a weapon of the Yang God. It's far inferior to the Haotian Seal you gave me. It's just a pile of scrap metal. Only these descendants of the saint regard it as a rare treasure. I’ve never seen the world!”

Yang Gan tentatively tried to withdraw his palm, but feeling the strength of the beauty's palm, he gradually gave up the struggle. As if acquiescing, he allowed God King Gou Li to hold his palm, and the two gradually left the door of the Brahma Palace. , stepped into the bustling and noisy streets, enjoying the pleasant atmosphere of city fireworks, blending into it, like a long-married couple, walking hand in hand through the world of mortals.

In our twilight years, we sit in the courtyard. The clouds are rolling and relaxing, listening to the sound of rain, and the stars are dense and sparse, admiring the shadow of the moon. As the flowers bloom and fall, I recall Jiangnan. I talk about the past and draw pictures of the past. I hope there will be time to look back and grow old together with deep affection. There is no love more beautiful than this, and no love more fulfilling than this.

Deep in the Brahma Palace, in the welcoming hall.

A figure escaped from the Six Paths Brahma Wheel and landed slowly. This figure, with unparalleled pressure, landed in the reception hall. It had a pair of long snow-white eyebrows, a snow-white beard, and wore a Wearing a jade crown, he looks like a god, a longevity star, or a great scholar. He held a feather fan in his hand, which seemed to be cast from the feathers of a white crane.

This person has the cultivation of the Creator! That high-spirited temperament that has nothing left to lose, looks at the heaven and earth, and is full of sutras can shock the entire human being. It is the largest ancestor and the greatest foundation of the Brahma family.

"A Creator has actually appeared in the Brahma family. Now his status has been greatly improved. If word spreads, the court will be wary. But now a Creator is nothing in front of me?"

Hong Yi secretly looked at the ancestor of the Fan family who was truly in charge, and thought to himself.

"My own copy of the Book of Changes has helped many people break through the bottleneck. It is more powerful than any other secret book in the world. This old man has a hint of the Book of Changes in his body. It is obvious that he just broke through not long ago and was influenced by the Book of Changes." Only with the inspiration of his wisdom did he achieve a successful breakthrough!"

"I am Fanshou!"

Fan Shou, the ancestor of the Fan family, announced his name, flicked the white crane feather fan in his hand, and pointed at Hong Yi, but he did not call him Yi Zi, obviously because he did not want Hong Yi to call him a saint.

"Nice to meet you."

Hong Nan sat still and exchanged greetings.

"Although today's young people have learned a lot, they are also very arrogant and arrogant. They lack some etiquette!"

When Fanshou saw Hong Yi sitting still, he raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and mocked Hong Yi, obviously accusing Hong Yi, a junior, of not saluting him.

Hong Yi remained calm, took a deep look at the old man, and ordered.

"Xuanming, Dijiang, Jumang, you twelve people, please come out and pay homage to Mr. Fanshou."

"yes!"

Boom! Twelve voices rang out from the void, and suddenly one step forward, and the twelve desolate gods appeared in front of Fanshou.

One desolate god is equivalent to the peak immortal, the Creator. Now there are twelve desolate gods, and their huge aura shook the endless void of the entire Brahma Palace to the point of collapse.

Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick! Fanshou took a few steps back and saw the Twelve Desolate Gods bowing their hands towards him and saluting him, but now in his heart, there was no trace of the thought of relying on one's elders to support others!

Although the Creator is powerful, he will eventually be shocked and frightened when faced with twelve equally powerful beings.

Fanshou looked at the twelve powerful desolate gods in front of him, faintly connected into one, and a shocking formation was vaguely formed. Endless evil energy filled the entire hall, suppressing countless small space worlds in the Fanshou Palace. He couldn't help but feel again He took a few steps back and sat down on the chair. The legs of the chair sank deeply into the basalt floor of the hall. It was obvious that he was so out of control that he couldn't even control the strength on his body.

Hong Yi saw that the Fan family was finally frightened, and then he waved his hand and said.

"Well, Mr. Fanshou, you read the Yi Jing, broke through the longevity, and finally became the Creator. This is a gratifying and congratulatory thing. However, now that the form is complicated, the Creator's cultivation level may not be able to protect yourself. I can't even protect the Fan family! I came here this time to have a good discussion with the Fan family. The imperial court wants to weaken the power of the family. Emperor Qian Yang Pan's "Future No Life Sutra" has been completed, and he has become the master of the future. Lord, it is not difficult to weaken the power of the family. I hope that the Fan family will support Prince Yang Yuan, and he will benefit a lot in the future. What do you think?"

Fan Shou looked at the twelve desolate gods who were forcing him with faint auras in front of him. The "Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods' Formation" was so powerful that it had sealed the entire Brahma Palace. He looked at Yan Xiao Yanyan, who was like a smiling tiger with unfathomable strength. Hong Yi was so confused that he had no choice. He could only smile bitterly, and stopped shaking the feather fan in his hand. He nodded silently and agreed to the choice given by Hong Yi. If he disagreed, he would die.

Strength is indeed greater than reason. Otherwise, how could the Fan family make such a choice? As a descendant of Fanzi, the leader of hundreds of saints, a teacher for all generations, he is extremely noble. No matter how the outside dynasties change, the status of the Fan family is still as stable as Mount Tai, with wealth and honor. Prosperity. It has nothing to do with them, and there is absolutely no need to get involved in the change of the throne. Now facing the unreasonable Hong Yi, he has to take the initiative to end it. His feet are covered with mud and water, and he no longer has the dignity and dignity of a saintly family. .

Hong Yi nodded with satisfaction, and with a wave of his hand, the Twelve Desolate Gods disappeared into the void and disappeared into the welcoming hall, but their aura was still faintly transmitted through the void, shocking everyone in the Fan family.

On September 13, the sixty-fifth year of the Qian Dynasty, Emperor Yang Pan established the "Military Aircraft Department."

The prince commanded the military aircraft, and Prince Yuan Yang Yuan was not among them.

Suddenly, news from all over the world was pouring in. The security guards in the capital rushed to tell each other that Prince Yuan's strength was greatly reduced, and he was much left out in front of the door.

However, just a month later, the Generalissimo of the Conquest of the West suddenly submitted a memorial to the court, which read.

"Prince Yang Yuanwen, Dao Wulue, is an eternal talent. I hope he can command the military."

This memorial just caused a shock, and suddenly, the champion also gave the same memorial.

Later, the governor of Fanzhou, the governor of twenty-six provinces, the governor of Wuyuan Province, the governor of Xuzhou, the governor of Cuizhou, the governor of Chenzhou, the governor of Langzhou, etc., dozens of governors, all sent memorials, affirming the imperial court's concession. Prince Yang Yuan of Yuan commanded the military aircraft.