Against the Gods

After Yun Che's words and deeds, the people present were either stunned, dumbfounded, confused, or secretly laughing, and the various expressions were wonderful.

And the expression of the Dream Hidden Machine, who is lower than one person in the Dream Weaver Kingdom and surpasses tens of thousands of people, is so wonderful that none of the Dream Masters have ever seen it before.

But the Dream Hidden Machine is a Dream Hidden Machine after all. After being caught off guard by Yun Che's completely unexpected operation, he quickly woke up and his voice returned to a calm and thick tone: "After all, he is the son of your Majesty, and he is indeed extremely intelligent. , What you just said is indeed in line with what I am thinking. "

"There is a world of difference between your cultivation level and Jian Xi's. Everyone can see this. Your cultivation level is far inferior to that of the Dream Weaver Mystic at the same level. This is an irrefutable fact. Since you are so self-aware, then you should Understand that at least for now, you are far from suitable to be the Son of God alongside Jian Xi."

He paused for a moment before speaking in a sharp voice: "As for arranging for a fellow profound practitioner to humiliate you... that's sheer nonsense!"

"Meng Jian Yuan, since you are the son of the Supreme Being, you should pay more attention to your words and deeds! You are undisciplined and have no respect for your elders, and you are so talkative...how can you be worthy of becoming the Son of the Dream Weaver God!"

Meng Zangji's words were well-founded and powerful, with an elder's pity for his younger generation... But in fact, people who knew him well knew that he was actually angry... so easily angered by a younger generation whom he met for the first time.

"Talking nonsense?"

Compared to Meng Zangji, Yun Che's expression was always calm and indifferent. He showed doubts about who would think it was fake: "That's strange. To prevent me from becoming the Son of Dream Weaver God, my qualifications and cultivation must be tested." In order to raise doubts and criticisms, and to prove this doubt and prove my unworthiness, I must arrange for a few mystical practitioners of the same realm as me to suddenly jump out and challenge me, so that I will lose in shame and never dare to touch the name of the Son of God again... ...Huh? It’s so simple and natural, and you have no arrangements for the perfect successor?”

His eyes widened a bit, and at the same time the doubts in them amplified, and his eyes turned to Mengjian Xi: "Shenzi Jianxi, are the people in your faction really so useless?"

No matter how much Meng Zangji tried to stabilize his mood, his long white beard still trembled slightly.

"Pfft..." Dian Jiuzhi laughed out loud, and then completely restrained himself in the next moment, as if nothing had happened.

The word "faction" is extremely sensitive no matter which kingdom of God you are in, or even the forces outside the kingdom of God.

Meng Jian Xizi has a faction tied to his destiny, headed by his mother clan. This matter is tacitly understood throughout the Dream Weaver Kingdom.

But no one could have imagined that "Meng Jian Yuan", who had just returned to the Kingdom of Dream Weaving for the first time and had not even settled on his toes, let alone a foothold, would dare to directly say this taboo word in front of everyone.

"..." Meng Kongchan's expression did not change, and she said nothing. She just watched the development of the situation quietly... After all, on the day when the painting was up and down, he had a foxy smile on his face, clearly indicating that he could just let Yun Che face it on his own.

Miraculously, Yun Che was clearly facing Meng Zangji, Meng Xuanji, Meng Kongdu... Facing the entire Mengjianxi faction, Mengkongchan had no worries in his heart.

Perhaps subconsciously, he felt that he could take down Hua Caili, who was engaged to Dian Jiuzhi, under Hua Qingying's eyes... This would be much more difficult than even the Nine Dream Palaces.

In the different eyes of the audience, Meng Jianxi stood up, the smile on his face disappeared, and his eyebrows frowned slightly: "Brother Yuan, this is inappropriate. I, Dream Weaver, have the same origin, even though sometimes we have different opinions. , they are all weaving dreams from the heart, and there is no talk of faction. Brother Yuan must never say these two words again. "

"The Chief Palace Master and the others are temporarily opposed to you being the Son of Dreamweaver God because of their considerations that have accumulated for countless years. They only care about the word 'Son of God', not for me, nor for you. The so-called deliberately arranging people to humiliate you, It’s definitely not the case.”

His expression was solemn, and his words were simple and rigorous. In just a few words, they were the instructions given by a son of God to an ordinary son of the emperor, or an elder brother to a younger brother. There was also a hint of disappointment in the instruction that could be noticed.

The last sentence seems to be comforting, but if you think about it for a moment, you can interpret it as disdain... It seems to mean that you are worthy of the Chief Palace Master and the others to specifically target you?

Facing Mengjian Xi, Yun Che still had a smile on his face: "Oh, really? Then..."

He raised his arm and suddenly pointed back, and a few wisps of flaming profound energy swept past several young profound practitioners sitting behind the seats: "Then what's going on with these people?"

Everyone's eyes immediately fell on the person pointed by the red mysterious light... In an instant, the six dream masters of the Meng Meng Xi faction were all heartbroken, while Meng Meng Ze, who had been watching quietly, changed his expression suddenly and almost lost control and got up.

Because the nine people Xuan Guang was referring to were all people he personally arranged to launch a "challenge" to Yun Che at the right time.

One is not too much, one is too little... none is not bad!

The shock to the heart and soul at that moment was truly like seeing a ghost.

Appreciating Meng Jian Xi's still calm expression, Yun Che said slowly: "These nine people are very strange. Just now, the Lord God, the Chief Palace Master and all the Dream Masters made various impassioned speeches, and everyone was paying attention to listen, but only this one Nine people, their eyes kept touching me, dodging and flinching every time, but they always glanced over again and again. "

"What's even more amazing is that the cultivation levels of these nine people are exactly the same as mine, and they are at the third level of the God Lord Realm."

These nine profound practitioners all came from the affiliated forces of the Kingdom of Dreamweaver. They were already worried and frightened, but at this moment, they were suddenly pointed at by Yun Che and watched by everyone. Their bodies suddenly tensed up, and their faces turned red or white. , extremely uneasy.

"Meng Jian Yuan!"

No longer referring to him as "Brother Yuan", Meng Jianxi seemed to be truly irritated, with a look of disappointment on his face that he could no longer hide: "You have just escaped from the misfortune and returned to dream weaving. I consider myself tolerant of you in every step. Be patient. But what you said and done today is really too much! At this moment, you did not hesitate to drag a few innocent practitioners into the muddy water you created!"

The disappointment in his voice gradually added to the sadness and indignation: "Perhaps, you have had to learn some dirty rules of survival in the past hundred years outside, but this is the Kingdom of Dream Weaver. The soul should be clean and honest, and how can such things be tolerated? Waiting for the despicable trip!”

"You are like this, not only can't you become the Son of God, but... on the contrary..."

He let out a long sigh, seeming to have suppressed his anger, and his voice became much softer: "Brother Yuan, don't do this. At least, don't live up to Father God's love and tolerance for you."

Dreaming of Xi's words immediately pulled everyone's thoughts towards the rules of survival outside the Kingdom of God... No one knows the horror of Yuan Chen, and the rules of survival derived from it are also extremely cruel. The rules of survival he upholds after being alone for hundreds of years. It is conceivable that it is not surprising that he will naturally use any dirty and despicable methods.

Meng Jianxi thought that what she said was extremely beautiful, and it should at least make Yun Che's face look a little embarrassed. However, to his disappointment... and even some shock, the smile on Yun Che's face did not diminish at all, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth actually became a bit more dazzling and sarcastic.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

"Well said, very well said." Yun Che clapped his hands and praised: "Jian Xi Shenzi, please remember what you just said."

When Meng Jianxi spoke, Meng Jianzao had also secretly completed the sound transmission. At this time, he stood up with a "huh" and said loudly: "Your Highness, the Son of God, everyone in Dream Weaver knows that you have a broad heart and are extremely well-educated, but Meng Yuan is already like this, so why should you waste your self-restraint on him."

He turned around and bowed deeply to Meng Kongchan: "Father God! You have seen with your own eyes what Meng Jianyuan said and did today. He has lost his etiquette in public, has no education, speaks and behaves rudely, and disrespects his elders. He also forcibly slandered His Highness the Son of God and all the dream masters in front of God Father and everyone. If such people were allowed to become the Son of Dream Weaver, not to mention outsiders, even children would feel extremely ashamed."

Yun Che looked sideways and suddenly showed a look of realization: "Oh! Dreaming about Zhe, it is rumored that Dreaming is the first lackey under Mengxi's command. I've seen it."

How to anger the son of a god with just one word...

Under everyone's gaze, Mengmenzawa's fair face turned red at an alarming speed, and then turned purple at an even more alarming speed.

Meng Jianzao knew that he couldn't lose his composure, but the blood flow rushing to the top of his head still made him roar: "Mengjian Yuan, you... actually... actually..."

At this time, a mysterious energy suddenly surged, and a figure suddenly jumped into the field, and then knelt down directly to Mengkong Chan: "The thirty-seventh prince of Anmeng Kingdom, An Zhiming, boldly and boldly requested to challenge Emperor Jian Yuan. son."

This figure that suddenly jumped in made everyone turn their attention, and this person who claimed to be An Zhiming was one of the nine people that Yun Che had just pointed out with his profound energy.

His voice was hoarse, his body was visibly shaking, and his head was drooped and he didn't dare to raise it... but he openly challenged the newly crowned Son of God on such an occasion.

Mengkong Chan squinted his eyes: "Why?"

"Returning to the Lord God," An Zhiming bowed his head and said, "I am just a prince from the royal family of a small country. A small person also has dignity. I was just tainted by Emperor Jianyuan for no reason. Although I was sad and angry in my heart, I was so soft-spoken that I didn't dare to say anything... But , I see that Emperor Zhe has great kindness to my royal family, but Emperor Jianyuan speaks so harshly of me. I can allow myself to be slandered for no reason, but I cannot accept that my benefactor is spoken of so harshly!"

"Since Emperor Jian Yuan said that I was deliberately arranged by others, well..." He turned his eyes and glanced in the direction of Yun Che: "Then, I will follow Emperor Jian Yuan's wishes and assume that we are both third-level divine masters. , challenge Emperor Jianyuan!"

At this point, An Zhiming had no way out, and his voice even carried a lot of momentum: "As Emperor Yuan said himself, I am just a member of a small affiliated country. If I want to see Emperor Yuan, I will be able to do it easily." win."

"But if I'm slightly better than you... the Son of Dream Weaver, in our eyes, is a figure like the God of Heaven. If you really are not as good as me... even if I'm just a humble outsider, I can't bear to accept such a person becoming Weaver." "Dream God Son."

Meng Kongchan listened quietly to what he said, then smiled lightly and said meaningfully: "Although I know that I am a foreigner, I dare to speak so openly in front of me. Haha, although people are humble, their courage is as big as the sky."

An Zhiming knelt on the ground, not daring to move his whole body... But Meng Jianxi's heart and soul shrank sharply.

After Meng Kongchan finished speaking, without waiting for An Zhiming's reaction, she asked Yun Che: "Yuan'er, what do you think?"

Yun Che nodded slightly, took two steps forward, and brought a burst of profound energy towards An Zhiming: "An Zhiming, right? Get up."

When An Zhiming was lost in thought, he was involuntarily brought up by the mysterious energy. When he raised his head, he was already looking directly at Yun Che.

"Well...the clothes and accessories are all luxurious, and the profound energy is pure. The resources he enjoys on daily basis must be high-level resources. If you think about it, you won't take such big risks for the sake of wealth and future."

Yun Che looked at An Zhiming wantonly and muttered something in his mouth.

"My eyes are clear. After all, I was born into the royal family. My life will be smooth and it is difficult for me to cause any bad consequences, so I won't leave any fatal clues."

"In this case, there is only one possibility." Yun Che's eyes were half-squinted: "Tell me, which of your dear relatives and friends is being held hostage? Or... is the fate of the entire royal family being held hostage?"

An Zhiming's body swayed visibly, and his pupils shrank for a moment. He calmed down and said, "What's the threat? I don't understand Emperor Yuan's nonsense..."

"Hahahaha!" Yun Che seemed to have heard some joke suddenly and laughed out loud: "Is it because he doesn't understand or is he 'dare not to listen'?"

His eyes turned sharply, and his voice filled with Xuanli shook the sky: "Although I have been missing for a hundred years and have lost my past, the Lord Wumeng's love for me is still the same as before. Even if I know that I will be opposed and pressured, I will still do it." I am established as the Son of God, and this alone shows it.”

"So, today, even the Mengjianxi faction who least want me to become the Son of God, all the people who came forward were Dream Lord level figures. Because with the status of Dream Lord, as long as he is not extremely stupid, who dares to touch the Dreamless God Zun Zhi Scale?”

Being hit hard again... Meng Jianxi's brows sank, but he had no time to interrupt.

"And you," Yun Che's eyes turned back to An Zhiming: "A little prince from a small vassal country, you dare to say such words in front of the Lord Wu Meng, to the person whom the Lord Wu Meng will confer as the Son of God. ...Tsk, this is more than audacious. Come to think of it, since you are the prince of a country, you should know that if the god wants to destroy your royal family and your whole country, it can only be done in a matter of seconds."

An Zhiming clenched his hands tightly and trembled violently.

"But you still did it, then you can only suffer from the coercion that you have to obey." Yun Che's lips tilted slightly, and he said unhurriedly, "Forcing you to submit to me, a general, as a subordinate country's profound practitioner? The Son of God challenges.”

"If I agree, and then defeat me...to a subordinate country profound practitioner of the same realm, it will leave a huge mark of shame on my body. I am afraid that even God Wu Meng will have no shame to grant me the title of Son of God. If I don’t do this, then I don’t even have the guts to challenge a vassal of the same realm. How can I be the Son of Dream Weaver?”

Yun Che spread his hands, shook his head and said: "Such a despicable method can be seen by a sow at a glance. As for who is pushing it, the lead donkey can roar out."

"As for your pile of reasons, the sow shook her head after hearing it. Oh... I guess I exposed it and had to change my words. It's hard for you to come up with such reasons in a hurry."

After saying that, he scanned the whole place. Facing the dull faces, he said in an extremely doubtful tone: "Is it true that some people can't see it?"

No one responded, and everyone had different expressions.

Everyone knows who the person who least wants Meng Jianyuan to become another son of the Dream Weaver God is clear to everyone. Whether it is the chief palace master, Meng Xuanji and others, they all belong to the Mengjianxi faction, and everyone knows it well.

After Yun Che passed this pass, who can't see clearly?

The method adopted by the Mengmengxi faction is indeed extremely simple and effective. Because in their eyes, Meng Jianyuan was just a man who had just returned to the Kingdom of Dreamweaver for seven days. His cultivation level was only that of a Divine Lord. He had no foundation or a human heart in the Kingdom of God. He was not worthy of being carefully planned by them. This method had already given him the chance to make plans. Big "attention".

All kinds of overt and covert fights, calculations and plots are frequently staged in any kingdom of God and by any force, but no one would have thought that this "dream abyss" that seemed to fall from the sky would be completely torn open directly in front of everyone.

What he tore apart was not only the inferior methods he said, but also the faces of high-ranking people in the Dream Weaver Kingdom.

No scruples, no mercy, no room for mercy!

Bang!

"Meng Jian Yuan!"

He dreamed of a stream rising from the ground. At this moment, he felt angry even if he was not angry.

He glared angrily and said, "Are you implying that this son of God did it!?"

"No, no, no," Yun Che quickly denied: "There is no hint. Meng Mengxi, I am talking about you."