This is the foundation of the Kunwu family.

Seventeen God-Kings, in addition to the Queen of Heaven and a series of fifth-level masters.

"Compared to the nine hidden martial saints in our family, they are so inferior."

In the Yunyang Marquis Mansion, the Marquis was also sitting with his two sons. They also saw the statues above the Kunwu Heavenly Palace.

Zhuan Yang's expression was quite complicated. In his mind, King Gaoyang said something.

"Why, are you envious?"

Zhuan Yang replied coldly: "If you had not fallen out with His Majesty the Ling Emperor, there would be no place for King Wen among the Kunwu God Kings at the moment."

Of the three hereditary god-kings, there was originally only one in their family.

In Zichen County, Zhao Feiyan looked at the eighteen gods in the sky with a smile.

Time is indeed a good medicine. As time passed, the God Emperor became less and less able to arouse her emotions.

"The style remains the same. It seems that the solution to the curse is just around the corner."

…

Everyone appeared on the fire, Peng Yu gently stirred the royal staff, and a stream of light shot from Qianyuan Hall into Qingluan Pavilion.

Xiao Muyu had already made preparations. She led the crowd to hold a morning ceremony, opened the nine palace gates, and allowed hundreds of officials to enter the palace to pay their respects.

The god kings put away their divine power and began to prepare for the next piece of music.

This was something that the God-Kings had rehearsed in advance. Each of them selected a piece of ritual music and, with Peng Yu as the leader, presented a gift to the God-King.

Everyone went down to change into another set of clothes, and Peng Yu also ran to the side hall next door.

At this moment, a stream of light suddenly appeared.

Peng Yu paused and continued to let Yuan Qi and Fang Ji help him get dressed. Secretly, he secretly sent a message to the masked man: "Why are you here? Are you planning to attend the Halloween party too?"

"I was afraid that you would be embarrassed, so I came here to take a look."

Not only was the masked man outside, but the Phoenix Emperor was also in his arms. It was just Yuan Qi and Fang Ji who couldn't see a person or a bird.

"Don't worry, I've been practicing for a month, and nothing will happen to me."

Each of the seventeen god-kings chose their musical instruments. In the past, the god-kings had equal status, and they only played a piece together, and the instruments were chosen at will. But this time, the ensemble headed by King Zhao, and King Zhao himself, had fixed instruments.

But when he learned that he was going to play the chimes, the smile on Peng Yu's face gradually disappeared.

Of course, Peng Yu could play chimes, but his best instrument was the qin and harp.

The pressure is really great to be able to perform bell music on the shelf and serve as the main melody to guide the repertoire of other god kings. After all, the musical attainments of the god kings have been immersed in it for hundreds of years, and even Peng Yu’s most proud zither is nothing more than

It's on the same level as them. If you use chimes, the gap will immediately become apparent.

In this case, the masked man suddenly jumped out.

He was very interested in becoming a teacher and took the initiative to teach Peng Yu his chiming skills.

"Actually, I don't think it's okay for you to go into battle in person. Your chiming skills can definitely crush them."

Peng Yu waved his hand and dismissed Yuan Qi, and Fang Ji went out to get something.

When he was alone, Peng Yu once again restrained Kunwu's divine power, and wisps of ethereal fairy energy escaped.

"Right now, I am about to cut off the cause and effect with your universe. Now you can come back."

"No, no need, just come."

The masked man walked up to Peng Yu, picked up the sun and moon bead chain next to him and put it on him. The shining sun essence and moon soul orbs were placed in various caves and heavens, and they could perfectly serve as the sun and moon.

"I'm just a soul now. If I regain control of this body, it's just a 'corpse' moving around. Only you can keep 'Kun Hao' alive."

Peng Yu took off his mask, looked at the identical face, and said slowly:

"But I don't owe you much anymore."

With a wave of his hand, decades of account books appeared on the table.

"Since I woke up, all the food, clothing, housing, transportation, materials, treasures and various conveniences used for my cultivation have been recorded here.

"I have calculated that the income I have earned as King Zhao over the years is far greater than my expenses. In addition, I have also received support from a Taiwei Cave."

The value of this cave alone is worth most of it.

"But the real debt you owe is not me."

The masked man was still calm, holding pieces of jewelry and hanging them on Peng Yu. He looked like a decorative frame.

"I understand that the person I owe the most right now is not you mother and son, but my father, the Kunwu clan and the Dakun Dynasty."

For eighty-eight years, the Dakun Dynasty supported King Zhao, and Peng Yu received many benefits.

His Qiankun cultivation is not nearly as difficult as Nie Jingyuan's. He can use all kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures at will, and he can find all kinds of high-level teachers at will.

If he wants to pay off the cause and effect, he must do a big favor to Da Kun and Kun Lie.

"I will help Da Kun survive the great catastrophe, and I will also help my father attain enlightenment smoothly."

As he spoke, Peng Yu's brows lit up with light, and the spirit of the universe rose up, and a person walked out.

That was Peng Yu's original face.

"Kun Hao" had a look of shock on his face, silently looking at Peng Yu's true appearance.

"After all these years, I still feel comfortable in this posture."
Chapter completed!