Against the Gods

Pan Buli's body suddenly stopped struggling, and his eyes were completely frozen. He murmured: "That's right, a waste like me has never been worthy of being ruthless. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have suffered that crazy thing." The poisonous hand of a woman... What else can I do while living like this..."

The Mist Emperor said solemnly: "If you live, you can regain everything you have lost; if you live, you can make all those who have fallen into trouble fear and regret; if you live, you can avenge your mother; if you live, you can go to the Eternal Night God in person The country confirms the life and death of God Wuqing; if you are alive, you can help the living God Wuqing escape from his current fate, and you can avenge the dead God Wuqing!”

"Ha, ha ha..." Pan Buhua seemed to have heard a big joke. He smiled miserably, laughing at the so-called Mist Emperor, and even laughing at himself: "Do you think I don't want to... I have dreamed of realizing all this? …But I’m just a pathetic abandonment, a useless waste! So useless that even my roar is a joke in the eyes of others, so wasteful that I just want to indulge in dreams and pursue vain luxury…”

"You are indeed a waste." Mist Emperor commented coldly: "But in the hands of this emperor, no matter how useless a waste is, he can become the king of all sentient beings!"

The terrifying sound was suppressed, and the figure of the Mist Emperor suddenly approached, and his right foot, wrapped in thick Yuan Chen, stepped hard on the back of Pan Buwang's heart.

"Hmm!" Pan Buwang groaned, but his body and profound energy were completely suppressed by the Abyss Linshen, and he had no resistance at all.

His resistance was only subconscious, and then there was no movement. He was trampled on. There was pain on his face, but there was no fear of death.

A ball of extreme darkness suddenly exploded on Mist Emperor's body, and then poured straight into Pan Buwang at his feet.

In an instant, Pan Buwang's eyes bulged out, and his eyeballs were instantly dyed pure pitch black. It was like there were thousands of pitch black magic blades piercing through his body, like Ling Chi's punishment, causing pain to come out of his mouth. roared.

But the roar only lasted for a moment, and was suppressed by him, leaving only the sound of teeth grinding together.

Mist Emperor sneered: "Under this crippled soul, there are some very strong bones."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark light on his body erupted again.

Bang!

Pan Buwang's body suddenly collapsed, and several thick blood arrows shot out from his back.

The pain beyond the limits of his soul shattered all his teeth, and he screamed out in pain like a desperate demon.

However, Mist Emperor flew out with his kick at this moment and kicked him out hard.

The pressure on his body suddenly became much lighter. Pan Buwu's back was broken and his mouth was full of blood. He struggled to stand up. When he raised his head, his face was not filled with resentment and fear, but with deep confusion. Then he let out an indescribable sigh. Trembling with belief: "You...what did you do to me..."

"It's just a part of your godhead that has been forcibly penetrated." The shadow under the gray mist said the most ridiculous words in the world: "By the way, it makes your body more consistent with the dark profound power. Haven't you already felt it? ?”

Pan Buwang's body shook and he stumbled violently. He stabilized his body with difficulty, and then shook his head in despair: "No... no... I am indeed in a dream... all of this is indeed a dream."

"Trash is just trash, I can't even believe my own changes." Mist Emperor sneered, taunting, and then suddenly raised his hand, and three dark spikes flew straight into Pan Buwang's soul.

Chi!

The darkness pierced into the body, and the pain of Cone Soul instantly made Pan Buliang's face pale, and it seemed to make his chaotic soul sober.

"Sad dream, can there be such severe pain!" The Mist Emperor slowly moved forward. Every time he got closer, Pan Buwang's soul would involuntarily feel heavier: "Pan Buwang, tell me, now Do you choose to continue to be a miserable waste who even gave up on yourself, or...take back everything you lost and ruthlessly avenge yourself, your mother, and your god!"

Pan Buwang raised his head, revealing the exact same look in Mist Emperor's expectations...so fiery, so ferocious, so crazy.

He understood too well the changes in Panbulan's heart and soul at this moment.

The complete hopelessness and powerlessness made him feel despair.

However, as long as there is a little bright light of hope, he can do whatever it takes... not to mention the light of the sky that is brighter than a dream.

"Who are you? Who are you?" He stared at the gray fog in front of him, but neither his sight nor his spiritual sense could touch the slightest bit under the gray fog.

He really has an extra bit of personality. At this moment, he has nine points of divine power like Pan Bu Zhuo.

The dark profound energy in his body has become much more docile.

No matter which one, it is absolutely impossible to happen in the knowledge.

But the pain that was too soul-crushing told him that this was not a dream.

"The Fog Emperor." The shadow under the gray mist murmured like a demon: "I have just made it clear that I am the Fog Emperor who rules the fog sea in this world! I am also the... only true emperor in this world!"

Pan Buwang stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice: "Under the Pure Land, who deserves to be the emperor! Who dares to be the emperor! Who... are you? What is the purpose of helping me like this?"

He even wanted to know how he forcibly awakened his godhead for him and how he achieved the dark union.

If this matter were to come out, he could not imagine how violent the shock would be in the six major gods.

The Mist Emperor did not respond. His body slowly floated into the air, and then he slowly opened his arms.

In an instant, the dust in the surrounding space slowly dispersed like the thick fog in the morning light.

Pan Buwang's whole body froze, and his bloodshot pupils dilated little by little, then dilated again... until there was no trace of the white of his eyes anymore.

Because, he saw the most terrifying scene in his life.

As Yuan Chen dispersed, he saw the legendary ancestor Lin Shen. Its huge body stood quietly behind the Mist Emperor, with only a pair of giant pupils shining with a terrifying light.

And behind the ancestor Lin Shen, there were thousands of dark shadows lined up... They were actually thousands of abyss beasts with different auras. The clear and shining light of the abyss proved that they were completely alive, but none of them were released. Instead of their destructive instinct, they stood there extremely quietly, extremely neatly, and extremely obediently, behind the Mist Emperor.

"Lie down." Mist Emperor said calmly.

Boom!

Thousands of impact sounds overlapped together, and the sound was as loud as the earth cracking and the sky collapsing... but it was not as shocking as Pan Buwu's heart.

All the abyssal beasts, including the legendary ancestor Lin Shen, all lay on the ground, and their movements were uniform. There was not even a trace of lag in any abyssal beast. Even their heads were all lying on the ground, like a group of worshipers worshiping the emperor. The emperor's subjects.

"Ah...ah..." Pan Buwang's eyes protruded, his mouth opened wide, and a hoarse trembling sound spontaneously came out of his throat.

"Pan is not arrogant."

The Mist Emperor's voice sounded again, but when it fell into Pan Buwang's ears, it was like an endless illusory voice from the sky.

"Tell me, who am I?"

"Yes..." Pan Buwang's lips opened and closed involuntarily: "Wu... Huang."

Everything in his sight was so shocking and unbelievable that he actually shouted out "Fog Emperor" himself.

Let him, who admires and respects Emperor Yuan very much, call him "Emperor" himself.

"Very good." The Mist Emperor gave him a brief approval: "You are the person chosen by me. Now, kneel down and worship me as your teacher. I will give you the power of revenge."

Pan Buwu's frozen expression only lasted for half a moment, and then he fell to his knees heavily:

"Xiao Die is not arrogant in abandoning his son. He is willing to worship Emperor Wu as his teacher. I would like to express my sincere thanks to Emperor Wu... Thank you Master for your gift!"

Mist Emperor whispered: "Why don't you ask why you? And... what price do you have to pay?"

Pan Buwang kowtowed heavily, and when he raised his head, there was only an almost crazy glare in his eyes: "As long as Mist Emperor... no, as long as Master is willing to give me the power of revenge, this body... this heart... this ambition, I can do anything. Leave it to Master!"

"Very well, remember what you said at this moment!"

The Mist Emperor raised his hand and used the Demon Tribulation to Disaster the Heaven. In an instant, the last ray of light in this foggy sea space was swallowed up, and endless darkness gathered. In just a few breaths, it seemed that the entire world had been turned into a devilish abyss of endless darkness.

With his eyes filled with astonishment, Pan Buyu raised his hands, and what he touched with his fingers was a darkness that was so dense that it seemed like substance.

"This is where you will stay for the next three years!" The Mist Emperor's voice came from the darkness: "I will make your body completely compatible with darkness and become the most perfect son of darkness in this world. Your dark talent has reached a level that even your father will never be able to reach!"

"Let your obsession, your desire, your unwillingness, your hatred... let your progress be destroyed as much as you want!"

"In the Pure Land Meeting three years later, you must defeat Pan Bu Zhuo by your own strength and repay the trampling he has done to you a thousand times! Let everyone see clearly the stupidity of your father, and let your father have endless suffering. I regret giving up on you!”

"Let your mother die in peace! Let your god be ruthless. No matter in the world of life or in the world of death, you can see a Pan Buliu who is willing to become extremely powerful for her, instead of a man who can't even think of himself. Abandoned waste!”

"Do you understand?"

Every word of Mist Emperor's words hit the deepest part of his heart and soul.

He didn't know when his hands were tightly clenched, his fingertips penetrated his flesh, and blood flowed like a torrent. However, he felt no pain at all. Only his completely boiling will and belief condensed into words that overflowed from the corners of his lips: "I will definitely do it." I will definitely do it!”

"If Qing Wuyan is really still alive, I will take her out of the prison! If she dies...I will kill Shen Wuyanye...Kill Shen Wuyi!"

The Mist Emperor raised his hand in the darkness: "Now, show me all the mysterious skills you have cultivated. Let me see what kind of crude dark power you have cultivated in the Owl Butterfly Kingdom!"

…

It was ten days after Yun Che walked out of the cultivation space.

"Do you really believe in that Pan Buwang?" Li Suo asked worriedly: "If he becomes powerful in the future, takes back the position of the Son of God, and becomes Lord Xiaodie...how can he listen to you again?"

Yun Che gave a mysterious smile: "Before falling into the abyss, Qitianli once told the Queen that Mo Beichen almost destroyed the divine world. If the real abyss were to fall, there would be no chance of anything happening. The power of struggle.”

"And the Emperor Yuan he knew from Mo Beichen was a gentle and loving man. He advised the Demon Queen to give up her hopeless struggle and welcome the arrival of the Abyss in order to coexist."

"And the Queen's response to this matter touched me very much." Yun Che said softly: "She said...never hand the initiative into the hands of others."

"So..." Li Suo seemed to understand: "It's up to you to take the initiative in matters that are not unreasonable?"

The corner of Yun Che's mouth tilted slightly: "The gift from this emperor is very expensive. So expensive... it may take the entire Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom to pay it back!"

At this time, Liu Zhanyi, who sensed his aura, came in a hurry and reported: "Sir, the emperor dreamed that Zao invited you to his house as a guest, saying that he wanted to apologize to you for the offense committed during the ceremony that day. "

"What a joke!" Yun Che said disdainfully: "I don't bow down and come to the door to apologize, but you want me to go to his place? Tell him to go away."

Liu Zhanyi said quickly: "It's not that Emperor Ze was rude, but that he was punished by the gods and was banned from leaving the house for half a year, so he was invited. During this period, he would send people here every day Please, and stand for two hours each time.”

Liu Zhanyi turned his eyes and gestured towards the outside of the palace: "Ze Emperor's people came again an hour ago and are still waiting outside the palace."

Yun Che immediately waved his hand: "Let him..."

His eyes suddenly narrowed and he immediately changed his tone: "Ask him to go back and tell his master that I will arrive in an hour."

I went to the kitchen hall and messed around for a while, and made a few pastries that were of acceptable shape but with good color and taste. I then personally sent them to Wumeng Pavilion, which made Mengkong Chan move her index fingers and marvel in admiration.

After safeguarding the "father-son relationship", Yun Che slowly and leisurely walked towards the emperor's residence in Mengmenzao.

Yun Che always felt that this guy wanted to give him a big gift.

After receiving the news, Meng Jian Zhe was already waiting there early. As soon as Yun Che stepped in, he was already welcoming him with a smile on his face: "Jian Zhe respectfully welcomes the Son of God Yuan. It is really Jian Zhe's honor that Son of Yuan Shen is here." Fortunately, even my little mansion is shining brightly.”

His posture at this moment did not contain half of the disdain and arrogance of that day. When he spoke, his waist dropped several points.

Yun Che's eyes swept across his face, and he said with a half-smile: "During the ceremony that day, I clearly rejected the name of God's Son. Now among the God's Sons of the Dream Weaver Kingdom, the only one I see is God's Son Xi. What do you do? Everyone knows that the most loyal dog under the command of the Son of God, but you call me a person with a foreign surname as the Son of God, aren't you afraid that when God Son of Xi finds out, there will be a rift between you and him? "

Although he had been mentally prepared, when he suddenly heard such direct and unpleasant words, Meng Mengzao hesitated unconsciously at the corner of his eyes, and then said with an undiminished smile: "Although Yuan Shenzi rejects the name of God's Son, don't say it now. In the Kingdom of Dreamweaver, no one in the world knows the name of ‘Son of the God of Yuan’.”

What he said was no exaggeration. In just ten days, the news of the reappearance of a perfect godhead in the world of the abyss has already spread throughout the six major divine kingdoms, and even in every corner of the abyss, the pure land must have received the news early.

The former Son of Dreamweaver, Meng Jianxi, his glory as the Son of God has become too dim in the eyes of the world.

After saying that, Meng Zhe gave an extremely solemn salute and lowered his posture: "On that day, Jian Zhe was blind and made many verbal offenses to the Son of God Yuan. He almost accidentally injured Son of God Yuan when he was out of his mind. Even though he had been punished by God the Father. , but failed to personally apologize to the Son of God Yuan, and was always filled with fear, unable to sleep or eat well. "

Yun Che did not reach out to help him, but instead smiled harmlessly: "Seeing Emperor Zao's posture, I thought it was not just a simple apology with words. Could it be that there is some apology gift prepared?"

Yun Che's initiative to mention it made Meng Jian Zhe obviously stunned for a moment, and then he quickly said: "Of course! If I can get the connotation of the Son of Yuan, I will be willing to pay any price."

He turned his body sideways and made an invitation gesture: "Please also invite Yuan Shenzi to enter the palace. I will give Yuan Shenzi a satisfactory surprise."