In my finger, he already knew the battle between me and Feng Xiaozhong.

At this point, there is almost no chance of easing. Even if Mr. Gu stopped hurting, Feng Xiaozhong would not be able to stop.

According to the deity, Feng Xiaozhong was in the disaster of enlightenment before Hunyuan, and was paranoid and only me.

When Daluo breaks through Hunyuan, he will trigger the calamity of enlightenment. This calamity is invisible and only targets the original self of Daluo.

Whether it is extremely good or extremely evil, but Feng Xiaozhong is extremely paranoid.

In this disaster, all the paranoia in Feng Xiaozhong's nature erupted. No matter whether it was good or evil before, there was only that indelible paranoia at this time.

Unless Gu Shaoshuo gave up resisting and allowed him to break it down, he would not be able to stop.

And it is impossible to surrender Gu Shao’s injury.

"Oh, this foul boy"

Feng Shang sighed long, and his whole body seemed to be getting older.

Although Fushen's tone was dull, the firmness revealed in it seemed to be unshakable, which made him realize that the conflict between the two was irreconcilable.

After all, Feng Xiaozhong, who was plundering all races and even human races, offended too many people.

"I'm old and can't send people with gray hair to black hair. Please wait for my friend to take action."

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

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

Not only did he plunder the alien race and dissect it to explore the secrets of the physical body and soul, but he also attacked the same race and killed countless human races.

But, it's his own son.

"good."

Fushen nodded slightly.

The relationship between Feng Xiaozhong and him is no longer a grudge, and what he wants to do is not to kill Feng Xiaozhong's past body.

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

Daluo transcends time and space, and the survival of the past body has no meaning. The competition between the deity and Feng Xiaozhong is no longer limited to the extinction of the physical body and soul, but is the overthrow of the Tao.

Of course, I did not want him to kill Feng Xiaozhong, but wanted him to become a new Taoist master, and to seize him before him and achieve enlightenment in three thousand cycles of reincarnation.

Dao was proved by him. After 100 million years, there may be Dao Zun, but it is no longer Feng Xiaozhong.

"Thank you for your understanding."

The old man was slightly stunned. He did not expect Fushen to agree so readily, but he couldn't help but feel a little grateful.

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

If he insisted on taking action, he would not have fought with him for a rebellious son, which would put the Jianmen and even the Great Wilderness human race in danger.

You should know that in the world today, countless forces are waiting for the moment when he dies.

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

Hidden wounded and shook his head.

The old man in front of him was known as the Sword God back then, with great freedom and sword energy spreading all over the world and protecting the human race of the Great Wilderness, but the evening scene was too desolate.

The son is crazy and the grandson is raped, and it can almost be said that the incense is broken.

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 God race, or other races, they all have captive human races. The existence of the sword gate as a habit of food is crucial."

"The sword gate fell, and the human race's situation is even worse."

Fushen listened quietly, and naturally understood this in his heart.

After gaining the memory of the deity, he naturally knew that the weakness of the human race was not only because of these alien races on the ancestor star, but also the other races that secretly occupied the status of the Fuxi gods.

And the demon god hidden behind the scenes.

Feng Xiaozhong's madness was caused by opening the blood chakra and being tortured.

However, this madness naturally cannot affect the existence of the Daluo level. The reason why he has deep obsession is generally because of the calamity of enlightenment, and half because of his paranoid nature.

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

Indifference is actually the greatest paranoia.

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

Feng Shang looked at Fushen and said solemnly.

"Elder"

Fushen pondered slightly, and he was also a little impressed.

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

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

"If a friend joins the Sword Sect, his status should be higher than that of other elders, and he will be on an equal footing with me, and he will not have to worry about being restrained."

Feng Shang saw Fushen silent and spoke again.

At the same time, he sighed in his heart.

He is not long after his life, but the disciples of the Sword Sect have not yet grown up.

There are many spies in the Sword Sect, Xiaomang God Clan and the Demon Clan are eyeing him, and his actions are also helpless.

The young man in front of him had a very deep cultivation, but he was willing to serve as a high priest in a small tribe, which shows his character.

As for being an enemy of Feng Xiaozhong.

Feng Xiaozhong was too crazy back then, and there were countless enemies in the world, so naturally he would not have any prejudice against Fushu because of this.

"So, I agreed."

Fushen thought about it and agreed with the situation.

After all, the Jianmen is a holy place that governs the human race of the Great Wilderness. The geniuses with the highest qualifications in the Great Wilderness gather here, which has great help to improve the Shenting World-Standard Map.

At least, it was much faster than the entire Great Wilderness.

"My friend!"

Feng Shang bowed slightly and said, "This is how I will pass on the Sword Sect."

“It doesn’t have to.”

Fushen waved his hand and said, "My identity does not need to be exposed for the time being. It is more beneficial to hide in the darkness. At least, we will talk about it when the current crisis is solved."

“Okay.”

Feng Shang nodded and agreed.

Now that Jianmen is worried about internal and external troubles, a hidden trump card is naturally better than being exposed.

He gave up his open plan, but called in the two elders he trusted the most, and the other two giants of the Jianmen except him.

Shuizi'an and Fengshouzhu.

After meeting, the two expressed their shock, but quickly accepted this fact.

Immediately, after seeing the ceremony, the four of them discussed the matter about Jianmen.

The first thing to consider is naturally the envoy of the Xiaomang God Clan, Feng Shang's grandson, Feng Wuji

In the vast green mountains, the dragon winds forward. Zhong Yue stands on the dragon's head, his robe is stained with blood. He looks at the mountains in the distance, quietly watching him.

The Eastern Wilderness has reached here thousands of miles.

After fighting thousands of miles, his injuries were very small, his muscles and bones were broken, and his internal organs were injured.

However, the benefits brought by this thousands of miles of fighting are really not small.

The young boy from Zhongshan's family had already initially possessed the demeanor of a strong man.

After a long time, it was confirmed that Jun Sixie could no longer see it. Zhong Yue sat on the head of the dragon and grinned: "The injury is too serious. You must carry more healing medicines in the future. Otherwise, if you are not beaten to death by the enemy and die seriously, wouldn't it be a big problem?"

"Tsk tsk, so embarrassed."

Tinghuo shook his head and said, "Your cultivation is still not good. If it were Fuxi, who was purely blood, there would not be even injuries in this small battle."

However, having said that, he was also a little surprised.

Although the young man of Zhongshan’s family has mixed blood, his perseverance is beyond ordinary people’s comparison.

Let him appreciate it a little.

"Fuxi is the royal family of the gods, and I am just a human race, how can I compare?"

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

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

Born as a human being, not as powerful as pure blood Fuxi, wouldn't he survive?
To be continued...