Projection of heavens

In that finger of the deity, he already knew the battle between the deity and Feng Xiaozhong.

At this point, there was almost no chance for relief. Even if Gu Shaoshang stopped, Feng Xiaozhong would not be able to stop.

According to the author, Feng Xiaozhong was in the catastrophe of enlightenment before Hunyuan and was paranoid about himself.

When Da Luo breaks through Hunyuan, he will trigger the calamity of enlightenment. This calamity is invisible and only targets Da Luo's true self.

Either extremely good or extremely evil, but Feng Xiaozhong is extremely paranoid.

Caught in this calamity, all the paranoia in Feng Xiaozhong's nature broke out. No matter whether he was good or evil before, now there is only that indelible paranoia.

Unless Gu Shaoshang gave up resistance and allowed it to be dissected and cut apart, he would not be able to stop.

It was impossible for Gu Shaoshang to be captured without any help.

"Oh, this traitor..."

Feng Shang let out a long sigh, and her whole person seemed to be getting older.

Although Fu Shang's tone was calm, the determination revealed in it seemed to be unshakable, letting him know that the conflict between the two was irreconcilable.

After all, the old style of filial piety and loyalty, plundering various races and even dissecting human races, offended too many people.

"I'm old. I can't send a white-haired person to a black-haired person. Please, little friend, please hold off for a while."

Finally, the old man couldn't help but say something.

He only had one son, and he named him Xiaozhong because he expected him to be filial and loyal to the human race, but he didn't expect it.

Not only did he plunder foreign races and dissect them in order to explore the secrets of the body and soul, but he also attacked his own race, killing countless humans.

But, after all, he is his own son.

"good."

Fu Shang nodded slightly.

The relationship between Feng Xiaozhong and him could not be described as enmity, and what he wanted to do was not to kill Feng Xiaozhong's past body.

But he surpassed Feng Xiaozhong and achieved enlightenment through three thousand reincarnations before him.

Da Luo transcends time and space, and the survival of his past body has no meaning. The battle between the original deity and Feng Xiaozhong is no longer limited to the death of the physical body and soul, but the suppression of Tao.

Naturally, this deity does not want him to kill Feng Xiaozhong, but wants him to become the new Taoist master and get ahead of him and achieve enlightenment through three thousand reincarnations.

The Tao was proved by him. One hundred million years later, there may still be Tao Zun, but he is no longer Feng Xiaozhong.

"Thank you for your understanding, little friend."

The old man was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Fu Shang to agree so readily, but he couldn't help but feel grateful.

After all, in the Sword Sect at this time, except for him, no one was the opponent of the young man in front of him.

If he insists on taking action, he will not fight to the death because of a traitor, putting the Jianmen and even the Great Wilderness human race in danger.

You must know that in the world today, countless forces are waiting for the moment of his death.

In his heart, Jianmen and the Great Wilderness Human Race were much more important than Feng Xiaozhong.

Fu Shang shook his head.

The old man in front of him was once known as the God of Swords, and his sword power roamed the world, protecting the people of the wilderness, but his later life was too desolate.

The son is crazy, the grandson is raped, it can almost be said that the incest is gone.

The two stood opposite each other, speechless for a moment.

After a long time, the old man spoke slowly and said: "The human race is weak. Whether it is the dragon race, the demon race, the demon race, the Xiaomang divine race, or other races, they all have the habit of keeping human races in captivity and using them as food... .The existence of Sword Sect is of vital importance."

"With the fall of Jianmen, the situation of the human race will become even worse."

Fu Shang listened quietly, naturally understanding this in his heart.

With the memory of this deity, he naturally knows that the decline of the human race is not only due to these alien races on the ancestral star, but also to the other protoss who have usurped the status of the Fuxi Protoss.

And the devil hidden behind the scenes.

Feng Xiaozhong's madness was the reason why his blood chakra was opened and he was tortured.

However, this kind of madness is naturally impossible to affect the existence of Da Luo Series. The reason for his deep obsession is generally because of the disaster of enlightenment, and half of it is because of his paranoid nature.

But it has nothing to do with his experience before becoming Da Luo.

Indifference is actually the greatest paranoia.

"So, I dare to ask my little friend to join Jianmen and become an elder."

Feng Shang looked at Fu Shang and said solemnly.

"Elder..."

Fu Shang pondered slightly, feeling a little admired in his heart.

This old man has a broad mind. Even though he knew that he and Feng Xiaozhong had great hatred, he still invited him to join Jianmen for the sake of Jianmen.

This open-mindedness is in sharp contrast to Feng Xiaozhong's paranoia.

"If I join the Sword Sect, my status will be higher than that of other elders, and I will be on an equal footing with you. You don't have to worry about being restricted in any way."

Seeing Fu Shang's silence, Feng Shang spoke again.

At the same time, he sighed in his heart.

He was already dead, but the disciples of Jianmen had not yet grown up.

There are many spies in the Jianmen, the Xiaomang Divine Clan, and the Monster Clan are all looking at him. He did this out of helplessness.

The young man in front of him has extremely advanced cultivation, but he is willing to serve as the high priest of a small tribe, which shows his character.

As for being an enemy of Feng Xiaozhong.

At that time, Feng Xiaozhong acted too crazy, and there were countless people in the world who had enemies with him. Naturally, he would not have any prejudice against Fu Shang because of this.

"So, I agree."

Fu Shang thought about it and agreed.

After all, Jianmen is the holy land that governs the human race in the Great Wilderness. The most talented geniuses in the entire Great Wilderness gather here, which is a great help for him to complete the Shenting World Suppression Plan.

At least, it was much faster than his entire journey around the wilderness.

"My little friend is righteous!"

Feng Shang cupped her hands slightly and said, "In this case, wait for me to pass through the sword gate."

"That's not necessary."

Fu Shang waved his hand and said: "My identity does not need to be exposed for the time being. It is more beneficial to keep it secret. At least, I will wait until the current crisis is resolved."

"That's fine."

Feng Shang nodded in agreement.

Nowadays, Jianmen is facing internal and external troubles, so a hidden trump card is naturally better than being exposed.

He gave up his plan to make it public, but instead summoned the two elders he trusted most, as well as the other two giants in the Sword Sect besides him.

Shuizian and Fengshouzhu.

After meeting, the two expressed surprise, but quickly accepted the fact.

Immediately, after the four people saw the ceremony, they discussed the matter of Jianmen.

The first thing to consider is naturally Feng Wuji, the envoy of the Xiaomang Divine Clan and the grandson of Feng Shang.

.............

In the vast green mountains, the dragon meanders forward. Zhong Yue stands on the dragon's head, his robes stained with blood, looking at Jun Sixie who is watching him quietly on the mountains in the distance.

The Eastern Wasteland is thousands of miles away.

After fighting for thousands of miles, his injuries were not minor, his muscles and bones were broken, and his internal organs were injured.

However, the benefits brought by fighting for thousands of miles are indeed not small.

The young boy who was once the Zhongshan clan has now begun to possess the demeanor of a strong man.

After a long time, after confirming that Jun Sixie could no longer see him, Zhong Yue sat down on the dragon's head and bared his teeth: "The injury is too serious. You must carry more holy medicine for healing in the future. Otherwise, you will not be killed by the enemy and you will be seriously injured." And death, wouldn’t it be a big bad thing?”

"Tsk, tsk, so embarrassed."

Xinhuo shook his head and said: "Your cultivation is still not good enough. If it were a pure-blooded Fuxi, there wouldn't even be any injuries in this small battle."

However, even so, he was also a little surprised.

Although this young man from the Zhongshan clan has mixed blood, his perseverance is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Give him some appreciation.

"Fuxi is a member of the royal family of the gods, and I am only a human being. How can I compare?"

Zhong Yue was very open-minded, smiled and said.

After thousands of miles of fighting, Zhong Yue's mood also increased, and he was no longer moved by the blow of the fire.

As a human being, if he is not as powerful as the pure-blooded Fuxi, will he not be able to survive?

"Alas, is there no pure-blooded Fuxi in this world?"

Xinhuo sat cross-legged on the wick, slightly melancholy.

He followed Zhong Yue through the wilderness and went deep into the Eastern Wasteland Monster Clan. He met countless human beings, but not to mention the pure-blooded Fuxi, there were few with stronger bloodline than Zhong Yue.

Fuxi seemed to have completely disappeared.

You know, this planet is Fuxi's ancestral planet!

There is no pure-blooded Fuxi even on the Ancestral Star. Can there be one elsewhere?

"The world is so big, there may not be a pure-blooded Fuxi! Xinhuo, don't worry, I will definitely find a pure-blooded Fuxi for you!"

Zhong Yue comforted him.

"I hope so."

Xinhuo sighed and was stunned.

Zhong Yue stopped talking, walked away cross-legged, and began to heal his wounds.

This place is still more than ten days away from Jianmen, which is enough time for him to heal his injuries.

Phew~

After a long time, Xinhuo suddenly jumped up: "If there is no pure-blood Fuxi in this world, we can create one!"

"Boy Zhong! Your cultivation has improved and your bloodline has become purer. If you give birth to an offspring, his bloodline will definitely be stronger than yours!"

Xiao Huo Miao suddenly had a sudden realization and said excitedly: "In this way, if you give birth to a few more children, you may not be able to have a pure-blooded Fuxi!"

Whether they are gods or demons, among the descendants with mixed blood, there will still be a sudden return to their ancestors.

As a member of the royal family among the gods, there is no reason why Fuxi cannot return to his ancestors.

This thought made Xinhuo very excited.

"..."

Zhong Yue was immediately speechless.

He couldn't help but feel a little sad again in his heart, Xin Huo still looked down upon him.

"That heifer named Jun Sixie is pretty good! Her bloodline is no worse than yours. Maybe the two of you can give birth to a pure-blooded Fuxi..."

"That Qiu Jin'er's heifer is not bad either!"

"And, there's more! That little cow named Shui Qingyan is also extraordinary in being able to withstand Mother Tianxiang's attempts to seize her home!"

Along the way, Xinhuo was full of energy and chattered to Zhong Yue.

"..."

Zhong Yue was speechless and wished he could stop this little flame's mouth.

Just like that, amidst Xin Huo's chattering, more than ten days passed in a flash, and Zhong Yue finally returned to the Sword Gate.

"Visualization of Jiuli Tianzhou!"

"Visualization of Evergreen Heavenly State!"

"Visualization of the Battle of Tianzhou!"

"Visualization of Daoyan Tianzhou!"

As soon as he returned to the Sword Sect, Zhong Yue was shocked because the old sect master, who had not appeared for many years, suddenly gave an order.

Let all Jianmen disciples practice the visualization chart issued!