"Seeing that this colorful phantom butterfly couldn't take me down, it actually wanted to control my weapons to severely injure me, so as to achieve the purpose of controlling me!"
Confucius continued: "But this colorful fantasy butterfly shouldn't have chosen the Wen Dao pen. It's so terrible for our human race's Wen Dao pen to inherit. Not to mention that this Wen Dao pen is the original Wen Zu. A handy pen."
This Wen Dao pen represents the way of Wen Dao. No one can touch this Wen Dao pen except the chosen successor of Wen Dao pen.
The colorful butterfly actually wanted to use the literary pen to severely injure Confucius.
"The result is obvious. The idea of our eternal inheritance of literature and art is directly to erase the power of the soul of this colorful fantasy butterfly!"
After Confucius finished speaking, the colorful butterfly on his shoulder flew straight towards Di Xin.
"Your Majesty, consider this colorful butterfly as a gift to Your Majesty!"
"Hahaha, I like this gift very much!"
Di Xin directly accepted this colorful fantasy butterfly. Just after Confucius mentioned the ability of the colorful butterfly, Di Xin had already thought of the role that the colorful butterfly would play.
Moreover, although the soul of this colorful butterfly has been wiped out, its abilities are still there.
The arrival of Emperor Xin's soul is equivalent to having an extra clone.
"Your Majesty, when I was fighting the last three people, I used my mental power to suppress and forcibly read some information that was detrimental to my great merchant!"
Confucius looked at Di Xin and said sternly: "It's a pity that one of them has extraordinary abilities and actually jumped out of the illusion created by the minister! And took the other two away!"
Confucius said with some regret: "The identities of these three people are all unusual! Some things are so involved that I dare not make the decision!"
"Oh, tell me, what identities do these three people have? It gives Wen Xiang a big headache!"
Kong Xuan, Bai Xiaotian, Sun Wu, and Ge Tian also looked serious.
"First of all, this person is Huang Tian, whom Your Majesty mentioned in the list of gods! However, Your Majesty, today's Huang Tian is one of his clones. The real Huang Tian is now in retreat in a mysterious world! This person who broke the seven-color illusion of the minister is... It’s this Emperor!
This Huang Tian deity is really powerful. Just when I was about to investigate the news about where this Huang Tian deity was retreating, the deity Huang Tian who did not know where he was in retreat seemed to sense something. Chen only saw a cold eye, and then the clone Huangtian woke up.
While I was distracted, I forcibly broke the colorful illusion and escaped. "
"Today this Emperor is just a clone of the real Emperor!"
After hearing the news revealed by Confucius, several people were shocked.
This mere god has reached the level of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. This deity is definitely more powerful.
"It's really not easy for someone who can compete with Ancestor Styx!"
Di Xin couldn't help but think of the original words of Ancestor Minghe. This emperor once fought against the demon clan for the sake of thick soil. Although the Wu clan almost died, Huang Tian was only seriously injured.
Moreover, daring to be infatuated with a saint is enough to show that Huang Tian is not simple.
"There are two other people, tell me their origins?"
Di Xin was so envious of the abilities of this colorful butterfly. I can actually know everything about you silently.
If it hadn't been for Confucius's final move, Emperor Xin would have only known Huang Tian in the end. And this is the result of the mosquito Taoist's induction.
"This second person is called the Sword Spirit! He is the master of an ancient sword. In the memory of this Sword Spirit, I saw a vague palace. Some of the Sword Spirit's actions came from this palace. It's like participating in the liquidation of our human race in ancient times. It's this sword spirit that obeys the orders of this palace."
"Where did this palace come from? Can it actually control the Hunyuan power of Sword Spirit?"
Kong Xuan asked doubtfully.
"This is the strangest thing! Even the sword spirit doesn't know what this palace is."
Confucius was also a little confused after seeing the memory of this sword spirit.
"What? You said that this sword spirit doesn't know what this palace is. Then why should he obey the orders of this palace?"
Bai Xiaotian advocates freedom most. He curled his lips and said.
"I only see that in the memory of the sword spirit, this palace has existed since the day he was born with consciousness! This sword spirit also obtained all his abilities from this palace. Once, this sword spirit He didn't obey the palace's order, and as a result, Sword Spirit was almost killed by Zhen that time.
From then on, Sword Spirit stopped exploring the existence of this palace! "
Confucius said cautiously: "Oh, by the way, Your Majesty, there was also a sword born with this sword spirit. It is called the sword spirit. This time, the sword spirit received the order from the palace and went out to do business. As for what happened, I’m afraid only the sword soul himself knows.”
Di Xin's head is getting bigger. These inexplicable forces emerged one after another.
Sword spirit, sword spirit, these are two terrible enemies.
"Survive, survive!"
Di Xin muttered these two words in his mouth.
Now, this is the worst of times. All plans seem to be undergoing a major reshuffle in this era. What happened in ancient times, ancient times, even ancient times, eternity. Who can tell clearly.
There is no record of any forces that survived that era.
All the forces in the heavens and the world, from ancient times to the present, will gather together. The human race is one of the small races.
Survival is the only thing Di Xin has to do.
Hegemony, Di Xin also wanted to do this! But the key is that before you can dominate, you must first solve many difficult problems of the human race.
Nowadays, all the races in the world are afraid of the human race and have no intention of giving the human race a way to survive. Only by talking about survival first can we talk about domination.
Di Xin said he was lucky and he was lucky, and he said he was unlucky and he was unlucky. Fortunately, this is a great era that is destined to be magnificent. Throughout the ages, thousands of races, emperors and ancestors, the proud sons of heaven, the sons of the times, and the sons of fate have all gathered in this era of great events for all living beings, and will stage a splendid show. The drama.
Unfortunately, the burden of the human race fell on him. He, Di Xin, wants to carry the banner of the human race and fight for a way among these thousands of races.
Seeing Di Xin sinking into deep thought, Confucius could understand how heavy the burden on Di Xin was.
"Oh, Wen Xiang, please continue talking, and where does that last person come from?"
"Yes! Your Majesty!"
Confucius responded and said: "The origin of this last person is not simple! This force has never been in front of others! But everyone who knows this force is afraid of him.
Their old nest is in Fengdu Mountain. This ghost king is the king of Fengdu Mountain. There is also a great emperor above this ghost king, called the Great Emperor Fengdu. He is the real owner of Fengdu Mountain. "
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