The man was frivolous, and his words aroused anger, Wen Xiangjun was annoyed and angry, and couldn't help but use the origin of the world to kill people.

Holding the sword, the man sneered, as if he had been on guard against it.

At this time, the breeze blew, and the soldiers were eliminated, and a sigh came: "Enough, the third child." If the fight continues, the whole world will be handed away. ”

"Big brother?" Wen Xiangjun calmed down instantly, his eyes looked around, after the collapse of Tianhe, there was still some power to reverse and encroach on the Wenxiang Realm, silently transforming the world into the secret realm to which the Great Zhou belonged.

The breeze condensed around him, and the red light and figure loomed in the haze. "When it is broken, it is broken, otherwise the other Shinto Dao of the Great Zhou will react, and you will not be able to leave. ”

Then, the main god of the main hall swept away, and said with a deep voice and a smile: "The little ghost of the Meng family, I haven't seen you for a long time. There was a special evil power in the words, which shook the heart. And with his words, the "cocoon"-shaped patterns on Wei Shaoyi and others slowly bloomed, gradually taking on the shape of butterflies.

"Petrify!" Meng Han quickly used a petrification spell to petrify Wei Shaoyi and the others to ensure that the spell would not really be completed.

This "cocoon spell" is the secret spell of the main hall of the evil spirit hall. It is said to be an original spell created to induce mortals to understand Shinto. "Cocoon" means Linggo, and "Breaking the cocoon into a butterfly" means transforming into a god.

Originally, it was the supreme way to strengthen Shinto. It's a pity that the sword went off the rails and fell into the evil way, which was not liked by the righteous gods.

"Fire God?" Yang Xuan felt in his heart, this hall master seemed to be similar to his own attributes, and he could detect the natal star controlled by the hall master.

The natal star is unique to the heavenly court, where does the evil god dare to shape the natal star in the sky?

"He is a man of God in Heaven?"

"The god of fortune, the legendary supreme genius, is known as the god who inherits the inheritance of Emperor Yan. Later, God became an evil demon due to a problem of philosophy. Meng Han reminded the gods: "Everyone be careful, this person is not easy to deal with. ”

Of course, it's not easy to deal with. The main body is the evil god of the fallen gods, and the natal star has turned into the nest of the demon domain as the foundation of the evil spirit hall. He is also proficient in various blessing spells, and after the god falls, the power of transforming evil spells is great. Not to mention having an artifact left behind by Emperor Yan at hand.

Moreover, there is a big enmity with the Meng family. The lord of the main hall once imposed a curse on the Meng family, and one person in each generation must die early, so as to sacrifice to the ghosts and gods to protect the fate of the family.

This generation, it is Meng Han's turn.

"Don't worry, little ghost. The deity is in another country outside the Great Zhou, and he has not yet had the heart to do anything to the Great Zhou. ”

"Hmph, you are the ancestor who cares about the Great Zhou Xun family, right?" Meng Han beat a drum in his heart.

The time period when the main god of the hall fell was exactly a hundred years ago, and he had a great relationship with the ancestors of the Xun and Meng families.

"I wasn't afraid that Ji Lingde and Ji Youtong were alive at the beginning, not to mention that they had already died. The hall master smiled: "It's just that the energy of our Evil Spirit Hall is not in Da Zhou. ”

The hall master instructed Wen Xiangjun to retreat temporarily.

Wen Xiangjun frowned, reluctant to do so, but he didn't dare to disobey his eldest brother's order.

"Points!" The magic pen moved, and the world appeared in the white moat. The brilliance was divided into two, one part was infected by the Tianhe, and the other part was taken away by Wen Xiangjun.

"Boy, let's go back and settle this account!" "The Heaven and Earth Realm is undamaged, but this layer of the human world has been divided, and one-tenth of the origin has been lost.

Not to mention that Wen Xiangjun is unwilling, Xun Yi is also unwilling. But he sensed that the power of the gods in the main hall master was even better than Yang Xuan's peak. Xun Yi didn't think that everyone could defeat this hall master by joining forces.

"Take it when you see it. Xun Yi shook slightly, and the Meritorious Pagoda fell into this part of the world that Wen Xiangjun had abandoned.

The original world was detonated by Wen Xiangjun, yin and yang were reversed, the five elements rioted, and everything evolved towards destruction.

With the suppression of the Merit Tower, it gradually returned to normal, and steadily merged into Xun Yi's Chongtian World.

"The war between the brave and the demon king?" The hall master saw Xun Yi's handiwork and said with a smile: "When I was the god of fortune, I personally presided over the battle of demon extraction in several worlds. Boy, are you interested in gambling with the welfare of the entire Great Zhou Centennial?"

The hall master saw the three-day mark on Xun Yi's body, just like what he had gotten. Fully qualified for such proxy wars.

"Don't. Xun Yi simply refused: "I am a small god, and I am not qualified to decide on behalf of the gods." He ignored the words of the main hall master at all, and beckoned the red-armored man next to Wen Xiangjun's palace to leave.

The red-armored man was stupid: "I just came, so I won't fight?"

The hall master and Xun Yi didn't speak, the reason why everyone refused to continue to fight was on him.

What his strength is, others can't understand it at all. From the point of view of level, the power of the four heavens has the ability to move the four directions. But he was able to resist the gods and kill Wen Xiangjun with one sword, and that swordsmanship was too familiar in the eyes of the hall master. That's clearly the Xuanyuan family's Xuanyuan swordsmanship!

Therefore, the hall master and Xun Yi were afraid of each other and did not dare to really make a move.

The hall master ordered Wen Xiangjun to retreat, took a deep look at the gods, and disappeared.

Anyway, they didn't lose much, only part of the world origin and part of the divine power were lost, and it would take a few years to recover. Although it caused some trouble because of the death of the Mother Goddess, the main hall master had a backup means.

The hall lord decisively stopped the loss and retreated, and Xun Yi ordered people to be stationed in Furong Mountain to clean up the evil spirit of Furong Mountain.

The red-armored man looked at the mountain, and suddenly swung his sword and slashed, and the entire Furong Mountain was split by him, and a cloud of green light flew out of the mountain and fell into his hand. Then, the entire Furong Mountain collapsed and turned into ruins.

"What are you doing!" Xun Yi's eyelids jumped, and with a spill of his hand, the five-colored divine light swept everyone into the world, and immediately fled back to Qinglong City.

"Collapse the mountain and destroy the ground, are you really not afraid that the local city god will find trouble?"

Xun Yi was weak and slipped away in a panic. The god of good fortune leaves with the front foot, and a group of earth gods arrives with the back foot.

One of the main reasons why the local county city god opened the door for them to deal with the evil gods was because there were no mountain gods here, and after the evil gods were expelled, they could take charge of one more spiritual mountain.

Now that they have been slashed by a sword from a man in red armor, these people have nothing to gain, so they are naturally unhappy.

The county god stood in front of the gods and looked at the ruins of Furong Mountain.

"The aura in the mountains has completely dissipated, and these gods of good fortune are so ruthless! They eat meat and refuse to even leave a mouthful of soup. The county god flicked his sleeves angrily: "Drive the Dragon Palace, meet the King of Martial Arts, and let these blessed gods give an explanation!"

The world returned to the blessed land of Qingxia, Xun Yi slapped the red-armored people around him fiercely: "Let you do it randomly! offend an earth god for no reason, and I will spend time fighting with them when I turn back!"

This operation of the god of fortune is led by Xun Yi, and he must be responsible for any situation.

Before the county city god arrived at the Dragon Palace, Xun Yima sent a letter to report the situation in detail, appeased King Zhaoling Wu in advance, and asked Lu Hou to go to King Wu to intercede.

Then write down the book of heaven and send it to the Zidan god through the merit tree to report the journey. Define this as an accidental loss of Operation Fortune and make sure that this incident does not affect the red-armored man.

Meng Han, Meng Chen and others are strange, Xun Yi is very familiar with this mysterious man?

The reason why Xun Yi has never been worried about losing this battle is because he is here?

The red-armored man saw Xun Yi busy tossing, took off his armor and yawned, revealing a face exactly the same as Xun Yi. There was a three-life stone similar to Xun Yi hanging around his neck, and he shook it for a while.

"This person is ......" Meng Han and the others' eyelids jumped, these two people have the same roots, how do they look like ......

"He is my brother Xunchang. Xun Yi's face did not change and lied, and motioned for the red-armored man to leave temporarily and count with the gods what he had gained this time.

Lan Hong knew it, after all, when she saw "Xunchang" in the Earth Mother Palace, although her temperament is different now, she didn't doubt it.

Meng Han's eyes flashed, and he was silent: Brother, come on, how many years has your brother been dead, and you are still going to be fooled by me about this?

But Meng Han was reasonable, didn't say anything, and distributed the spoils with Xun Yi this time. (To be continued.) )