In the Tushan Hall, the aroma of wine filled the air. When the scholar in blue woke up with a vague destiny, he always felt that he seemed to have annoyed the Yuanshi Tianzun. It seemed that on his wedding day, he had to work especially hard and scream.

He was particularly happy. A black and thick arm of Yuanshi Tianzun directly pinched his neck and started to shake him, making it difficult to breathe.

"don't want."

"don't want!"

"I won't make trouble...huh??"

Huh? Wait...

I don't seem to be breathing?

The green-shirted scribe suddenly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the ancient Tushan family, but the smoke from the fireworks caused by the fire cooked by King Yu was washed away by the dark hall.

The thick arms directly trapped his neck, no, it was two arms.

I don't know whether they were drunk or were stunned by King Yu's food. Xing Tian and Chi You intertwined their arms and stuck his neck, snoring like thunder. Even the whole hall seemed to be shaken by the shouts.

Trembling, the green-shirted scribe's mouth twitched.

"I told you why in the dream when Yuanshi Tianzun was angry, it was like thunder."

"It turns out to be here."

He laughed out loud, kicked the two reckless men away, picked up a pot of wine, and staggered out. Seeing the warmth and warmth of the sun outside, he stretched lazily, quite leisurely, and his mind was filled with emotion for a while.

It's lazy and boring. I just want to sit under the sunshine for a while and be in a daze without doing anything.

A strange thought appeared in my mind involuntarily.

What's strange is that I don't seem to have such a bad feeling about this person in this world. Why would I want to destroy them?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, the blue-shirted scribe felt a sharp pain in his forehead, his face suddenly changed, and he subconsciously raised his hand to cover it. He felt a roaring and roaring sound in his mind. It seemed that the voice he spoke was extremely angry, even himself.

We can all relate to the anger and unwillingness.

"Kill one by one!!"!

"Scam! It's a scam, it's fake!"

"Be careful...Yuanshi Tianzun, be careful...Zhuushi Great Lord..."

The intense pain in that moment caused the blue-shirted scribe's pupils to briefly lose focus. Not long after, he shook his head, raised his head, and rubbed his neck: "It's really... it hurt me so much just now.

Huh? Wait a minute, what did I do when I came out just now? Why don’t I seem to remember anything?”

Curl your fingers and gently tap the center of your eyebrows.

"Oh, yes, yes, it's time to be in a daze."

"It's quite comfortable to stay in this sunshine for a while, but these comfortable days will not last more than a few days. Sooner or later, you will all be overthrown! Hum, Yuanshi Tianzun and Fuxi once said at that time,

After the death of the great Master Zhuo Shi, it will be a fight between us."

"I don't know, are you two ready?"

The scribe in blue shirt stands on the top of the mountain, with his hands behind his back, his black hair hanging down, his expression calm and indifferent, and then he has a feeling of looking down on the world, as if everything in the world is just a chess piece in my hand, and I can use them all to take over life and death.

, in the midst of that thought.

Immediately he made a casual calculation. The blue-shirted scribe with a deep temperament and a master in the world had a stagnant expression:

"Hmm?....Wait??!"

"Where is Fuxi?! Yuanshi Tianzun???"

"Wait a minute, where did they go?"

"let me see?"

"Huh?? Damn it, the fight has already started?! Damn, wait a minute, I haven't gone in yet!"

"What do you mean! Me! Me! Have you forgotten me?!"

"Didn't we agree on a three-way showdown?! What do you mean?"

The blue-shirted scribe predicted extremely fierce fighting and fighting, and even the sense of fate was extremely weak and chaotic. It seemed that in one of the few places, even fate was covered up, or in an environment where fate was in chaos and uncertainty.

Even he has trouble grasping it clearly.

The whole person is still in a daze under the influence of Kunlun's fine wine and Yuwang's delicacies.

Forced state.

But at this moment, there was a feeling of being left behind. Even the sunshine felt cold and desolate, and he immediately became furious: "You two, don't even think about it!" Grasping the mysterious wisps in the void, it is difficult to intuitively understand it.

Thread of Destiny's expression suddenly changed.

At this moment, he was completely sober from the wine.

He took one step forward and appeared directly under the Tushan clan's main hall, where he had previously bound and sealed the Fire God of the Troubled World, Huo Zhuo. This was a restriction created by all the masters at the same time. It was extremely difficult to break through.

With no chance of escaping, the blue-shirted scribe stepped into it with an ugly face, and saw that the god of fire in the troubled world had closed his eyes and died.

There are layers of heavenly light ripples all around.

It is obvious that it is the seals of these heavenly secret formations that cover up the celestial phenomenon of the fall of Daoguo in the troubled world!

Did Fuxi leave behind a back-up plan for the God of Fire in the Troubled World?!

Wait a minute... Even if there is a Tianji formation, no matter how subtle the movement of the Daoguo's fall in the world is, it cannot be completely covered up. After all, there are still some traces, and such traces, the Emperor of Heaven should be aware of

He was aware of it, unless, at that time, all the attention of the Emperor of Heaven was on another goal.

And that goal must be extremely important and extremely difficult to achieve.

Even the Emperor of Heaven will watch him with all his heart and soul.

This resulted in ignoring these traces.

The blue-shirted scribe directly grasped the trajectory of fate in an instant. The Emperor of Heaven never conceals his actions. The location of the Emperor of Heaven will always be as bright as a newborn star. He is majestic and majestic. He can detect his position immediately, and fate will directly pursue him.

The first sentence is: "Huo Zhuo was killed by Fu Xi!"

"Were you distracted by Fuxi just now?!!"

Di Jun frowned slightly.

The green-robed scribe gritted his teeth and said: "Where is Fuxi now? Where is Yuanshi Tianzun? Call that guy Wei Yuan, Fuxi is too troublesome... too tricky, this, this is simply a...

Madman, he uses himself as bait, but he has other plans secretly, but I don’t know what that guy is going to do with this burning Tao Fruit?!"

Di Jun lowered his right hand and closed his eyes, saying: "I understand."

The blue-shirted scribe suddenly raised his head: "What should I say?!!"

Emperor Jun's words were concise and to the point: "They are now traveling against the river of time."

!!!

The blue-shirted scribe's complexion suddenly changed, and he almost subconsciously uttered curse words.

Time reversal is by no means a simple matter. The stronger one's strength is, the more difficult it is to cross the years. Unless one reaches a state of transcendence, one will reach a state where time and destiny are no longer obscured in front of them, and this is a delicate life.

Son, we need to grasp the foundation and foundation that we need to consume across time.

But at this time, Fuxi had a Tao Fruit that was burning in the troubled world in his hand.

That is to say...

"As Wei Yuan said, Fuxi has already anticipated our plan, so he has made corresponding preparations in advance. He used deliberate actions to confuse me and let me focus on his illusion, but he secretly killed me.

After the death of Zhuo Shihuo Zhuo, he left behind the formation and took away the Tao Fruit..."

The Emperor of Heaven lowered his eyes, as if he had seen the scenes that had happened before.

He saw that while everyone was drinking, Fuxi transformed into another body and replaced himself with a phantom, attracting Emperor Jun's attention. He then secretly sneaked into the bottom of the Tushan clan, killed Huo Zhuo, set up a formation, and took away the Dao Fruit.

Immediately he went to the human world outside and pretended that nothing had happened.

He recalled the Fuxi who was holding a pot of wine, smiling casually, smiling proudly and reciting limericks.

At that time, the opponent's sleeves were burning with Dao Fruit, and his resentment and murderous intent must not have dissipated.

Killing the Great Master of the Troubled World and breaking the path to transcendence, he could leave such guidance, allowing Wei Yuan and Di Jun to take the initiative to send him to the past. Even before this process, they left in their hands the guidance he had walked through.

The backhand in The River of Time, meticulous and crazy.

The blue-shirted scribes all felt a cold feeling behind their backs, wondering what Fuxi was going to do?

Complete annihilation of the entire world?

Kill all the Tao fruits?

In other words, the whole world is shrouded in an extreme balance.

Can you control everything at will?

I just feel that each one has enough possibility, each one has enough basis and evidence, and each one has sufficient conditions. Fuxi only needs to move his hands a little to do it. Such madness and scheming...

...Destiny felt that although he had been called a madman, compared with Fuxi, he was so innocent!

This thing is fucking crazy!
To be continued...