Yuanshin: Forces come true system

Zhong Li raised his hand, and golden light streamed from his fingertips, condensing into another self in front of him wearing a mask and a hood.

The condensed divine outfit Zhongli's golden and platinum eyes were extremely indifferent, and he lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the creator in front of him who had the same appearance as himself.

"It's your turn to play."

Zhong Li withdrew his hand, his voice was calm, and the two of them faced each other, just like looking in a mirror.

Compared with himself in a godly disguise, Zhongli is gentler and calmer.

Zhongli in the divine costume nodded slightly, gave a cold "hmm" and disappeared before his eyes.

In the next second, the dark sky was smudged with a little golden light, and then it became more and more intense, occupying the entire sky.

A white figure hangs high above the sky. He wears a golden mask, and a strand of long hair hangs from the hood, fluttering with the wind.

Even if they couldn't see his face clearly, Liyue people knew that this man was the emperor.

"Dijun...?" Gan Yu looked at the figure above the sky in astonishment, surprised by the familiar divine power.

Not only her, Keqing also had the same expression.

Seeing Zhongli appear, Ningguang collected the elemental power, fell from mid-air, and gracefully shook the folding fan in his hand: "Keqing, Ganyu, the emperor has already told us the truth in a dream. Although there is a lot of work, you have to work and rest. combine."

Ke Qing: ...

Gan Yu nodded seriously: "I, I will work hard...let me try."

[Morax...Morax——! You finally appeared!] Oser's voice was full of excitement, even a little distorted.

【No, no, you're just a shadow? Morax, as an old enemy, don't you fight yourself! 】

Morax's golden eyes were still icy cold, and he looked at Oserel coldly, as if looking at an insignificant ant.

Anger burned Oser's rationality, and he took the defeat of Moraxel as his own meaning, but in the end he found that the people he regarded as his old enemy didn't pay attention to him at all.

In Morax's eyes, there are rivers, mountains, and human beings, and he tolerates everything indifferently, allowing them to ask for anything from him.

He doesn't look at anyone.

"I'm enough for you." As if ice had been melted, the young man's eyes showed no emotion at all.

"Hmm...it's very similar, forget it, forget it, it's time to call it a day." Hu Tao squinted at the Demon God in mid-air, muttered to himself, then stretched her waist, and put away the spear.

The wind brought the message, Kaedehara Manyo looked at Walnut thoughtfully.

Ye Lan in the shadow tapped her arm with her fingertips and chuckled lightly: "Master Hu is a wonderful person."

The long dragon chant resounded from Zhongli's body, reverberating between the heaven and the earth, the coercion that was much stronger than Aosiel erupted in an instant, bypassing the Qunyu Pavilion and the Death Omen on the sea, and went straight to Aosiel.

Countless rock spears protruded from the clouds around the young demon god.

The pupils of the young man's eyes are shining golden, and the smudged Danxia red at the end of his hair is slightly shining.

Afterwards, the spears flowed like a rainbow, and the rock-like spears smashed down root by root, suppressing Oserer again.

A demon crisis that would cause panic in the world was resolved in an understatement.

"It's just another suppression."

The violent wind blew, and the originally hard rock spear shattered into pieces in an instant.

In just a few seconds, the rock gun turned into mountains with strange rocks, and there were marks of the years on them.

Shock spread across the hearts of countless people.

One move shakes the earth, one move changes the world.

This is the incomparable power of the gods.

The figures above the midair suddenly dispersed, turning into dots of golden light, indicating that a crisis will be passed safely.

"How about it, I'm cooperating well." The young poet fiddled with the organ in his hands, with a smile in his eyes.

"Fair." Zhong Li nodded.

"Oh, old man, people are so looking forward to you going out, why did you send a shadow? How heartbreaking." Wendy teased with a smile.

"What Orser wants to see is Liyue's rock king, Moraxel, not me, the little guest of the pastoral hall." Zhong Li picked up the teacup and wanted to drink it, but there was no tea in it, and his eyes fell on Wendy involuntarily.

"What are you looking at me for? I don't have money to buy tea, I still want to drink." Wendy curled her lips and tightly covered her wallet.

Zhongli: ...

"Oh, I haven't seen you like that for a long time. I really miss you. You are stubborn, rigid, and don't listen to persuasion. There are a lot of problems." Wendy sighed, but she didn't know whether it was really nostalgia or teasing.

"You have never changed."

"Because the wind is free." The young poet blinked and waved to Zhong Li, "Sure enough, wine is the best thing to drink."

Alheisen, who was resting with his eyes closed, received a file from the homeless man. When he opened it, he found that it was a video of the battle between Morax and Oser.

After careful study, Elhessen came to a conclusion.

Among the seven gods, no one is a match for this one.

This is just a shadow made by Emperor Yanwang. It doesn't have the power of Emperor Yanwang yet, but it can suppress Oserer effortlessly. It's hard to imagine the extent of the opponent's strength.

As for the last gust of wind...

It is a recognized fact that Yanshen and Fengshen have a good relationship.