Against the Gods

Meng Jianxi's body tightened little by little, and he said with difficulty: "Mother, you...don't force me."

Meng Xuanjue said coldly: "I'm not forcing you, but saving you!"

"I feel heartbroken when I see Zhou die, but I feel at ease in six parts. If he and Meng Jingzhe are dead, there will never be any holes left. I originally planned to never let you know. But those two successes are not enough to reveal the truth. What an idiot, you let Meng Jianyuan come back alive!"

In fact, Meng Jian Xi had long suspected that Meng Jian Yuan’s death was related to Meng Jian Zhou. As Meng Jian Zhou’s only half-brother, he could most deeply sense Meng Jian Zhou’s jealousy towards Meng Jian Yuan.

This is also why, after he awakened his godhead the day after tomorrow and became the Son of Dreamweaver, he trampled Mengjianzhou, who was supposed to be the closest to him, almost ruthlessly into the mud, and also destroyed all his courage and ambition.

But he never thought that this matter was related to his mother... She was already the queen of the Kingdom of God, standing at the top of the world's women. There was no reason to take huge risks and do something that would have serious consequences if exposed. .

As for Meng Jianzhou... He didn't even know until his death that his success was actually secretly promoted by his biological mother. He always thought that everything was perfect, and no one knew about it except him and Meng Jingzhe.

"Back then, I was too convinced that my status as Queen of Gods was unshakable, but I was almost threatened by that bitch! After that, I deeply realized that no opponent should be underestimated, and any threat must be eliminated. bud!"

Mengxuanjue stretched out her hand fiercely and pulled Mengjianxi across, making him look directly into her eyes: "Now Mengjianyuan is more than just a 'bud'! His threat to you has almost reached your face! You How could you be so indifferent!"

"The child is not indifferent." Meng Jianxi tried his best to calm his mind: "It's just that at the moment, we should never and cannot attack Meng Jianyuan."

"When do I want you to attack Meng Jian Yuan?" Meng Xuanjue said in a deep voice: "Your God Father regards him as a jewel, and attacking him is tantamount to digging your own grave. Right now, what you should do is the most important thing. What must be done... is to prevent him from becoming the Son of Dreamweaver. At least, it shouldn’t be so easy and natural for him to share the title of Son of God with you!”

"Instead of being arrogant and indifferent!"

She pulled Meng Jianxi's arm, her fingers slowly tightened, and her nails were almost embedded in his flesh: "Remember, in the dream-weaving kingdom, it is the god who has the final say! Even if you have ten more grandpas, ten As an uncle, your voice cannot surpass that of your God Father! Only if you have firmly established yourself as the Son of God and become the only Son of God in the eyes of your Father God and the Dream Weaver Kingdom, then even if everything is revealed, your God God will be furious! I will never expose my hatred, let alone implicate you...because you are the only choice!"

"In the future, you will inherit the power of your father's true god and become the Dream Weaver God... Then, even if you are ten times more sinful as a mother, you can just say it! There are another hundred thousand dream abyss, He’s just a subordinate of yours, do you understand?”

Dreaming of Xi closing his eyes and looking up to the sky, he then said in a heavy voice: "My child understands. Children must obey their mother's teachings. No matter how small the threat is, they must be killed with all their strength at the first moment."

"Very good." Meng Xuanjue's hand finally loosened up slowly: "This is what my Xi'er should be like. Now, go to your grandpa. Now six of the nine Dream Palaces will obey you. I mean, we will be both prosperous and devastated. Your attitude will determine the sealing ceremony in seven days."

Meng Jianxi walked out of the Divine Harem and let out a long breath.

At this time, Meng Jianzao flew over with an anxious look on his face: "Your Highness! Have you received the news? Father God is going to name Meng Jian Yuan as the second Son of the Dream Weaver God, and it will be seven days later!"

"Yeah, I understand." Meng Jianxi responded absently.

In the dream, Zhe watched his words and expressions, and then said bitterly: "What on earth is Father God thinking? It's simply...inexplicable!"

"It's indeed inexplicable." Meng Jianxi nodded in agreement. He looked ahead and said thoughtfully: "Just now, Queen Mother asked me about this matter. To calm her down, I said that Father God did this out of joy, guilt and compensation. It’s reasonable. In fact... I can’t understand what Father God is doing at all.”

"If Father God is out of favor and compensation, this move is actually harming him. After all, Mengjian Yuan has disappeared for so many years, and now there is no foundation accumulation in this kingdom of God, and there is no one to speak of. It is so cold and indifferent. Directly promoted to the position of 'Son of God'...compared to the superficial respect, there are undoubtedly more doubts, cold looks, confusion, and uneasiness."

"If I dreamed of the abyss, I would only feel like I was being grilled on a gorgeous charcoal fire. Father God is such a shrewd person that he would not fail to understand this."

Meng Jianxi spoke slowly, but still couldn't understand it.

And even if he was ten times smarter and had ten more heads, he would never have thought that Yun Che's "backer" was not only Meng Kong Chan, but also the Zhetian Divine Kingdom.

Meng Kongchan's move was certainly out of favor and compensation, but it also gave Yun Che an identity and an attitude towards the ups and downs of the painting.

"No matter what the reason is, Father God did not consider His Highness's feelings at all." Meng Jianzao lowered his voice: "What are your thoughts about the ceremony in seven days?"

Meng Jianxi stopped and slowly uttered two words: "Strangle!"

Meng Mengzao also stopped and looked at him with burning eyes.

"Although he can't move him,... he will make the day after seven days a day of shame that he will never forget! He will make his name of 'Son of God' not only never glorious, but also become a shame that everyone looks down upon. brand."

"I understand." Meng Jianze nodded slowly, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"I can't do anything about this matter, and I even have to protect him throughout the whole process." Meng Jianxi's eyebrows slowly sank: "You know what to do."

…………

Zhetian Divine Kingdom.

Hua Qingying fell from the Xuanzhou, but saw Hua Fuchen standing there early, as if waiting for her to come back, with a very subtle expression.

"Where is Caili?" Hua Qingying asked: "Why can't I find her breath?"

"She entered the Seven Stars Zhetian Formation." Hua Fuchen said truthfully.

"What!?" Hua Qingying's eyebrows suddenly sank.

"She knew you would definitely stop her, so she entered before you returned." Hua Fuchen said lightly: "Now that the seven stars are shining and the seven formations are all open, it's too late for you to stop it."

Hua Qingying stared at him coldly, turned around and left.

"There is a very good news for Caili's future."

Sure enough, as soon as Hua Caili was involved, Hua Qingying stopped immediately.

"Meng Kongchan just sent me news, but it's not the result of 'falling in a dream', but..." Hua Fuchen paused for a moment, then slowly said: "He found that Yun Che's true identity was Meng Jianyuan who disappeared a hundred years ago."

"..." Hua Qingying was obviously stunned for a moment, then slowly turned her eyes: "Are you serious?"

"This is what Meng Kongchan said." Hua Fuchen said: "Moreover, Yun Che just has no memory before the age of ten, and his age is also two sixty years old. You told me all this. Now that I think about it, it is completely consistent with Meng Jianyuan who disappeared that year."

Hua Qingying murmured: "There is such a thing..."

"The world is so big, there are all kinds of strange things, it's really bizarre." Hua Fuchen sighed: "But in this way, Caili and Yun Che's matter will be much simpler, at least I don't have to face it alone in the Zhetian Divine Kingdom. "

"In order to show me his attitude and give Yun Che an identity as soon as possible, Meng Kongchan has ordered Yun Che to be established as the second son of the God of Dream Weaving. The ceremony of enthronement will be held in seven days."

Hua Qingying turned around abruptly: "Won't this move push Yun Che to the forefront? Meng Jianxi's mother clan has a strong foundation, and you have also commented that he is very ambitious and resourceful. Even if Yun Che is Meng Jianyuan, he is still a lone man who has already cut off everything when he returns to the country. You should know what kind of reaction Meng Jianxi and his mother clan will cause if Yun Che is forced to be another son of the God of Dream Weaving. "

Hua Fuchen smiled: "This is also a kind of experience and test for that kid. Only in this kind of environment can a person grow the fastest. "

"Has the Kingdom of Dream Weaving sent out invitations?" Hua Qingying suddenly said.

Hua Fuchen shook his head: "The news must have spread, but Meng Kongchan has no intention of inviting the other five countries. However, when the time comes, I will let Kaiyang..."

"No need." Hua Qingying said coldly, leaving no room for doubt: "I will go myself."

"Uh...?"

"How can the man chosen by Caili be bullied!"

Even when facing Hua Xin Shenzun, Hua Qingying's words were always to inform, not to discuss: "Seven days later, I will come to the Dream Weaving Kingdom in person, and you don't have to worry about this matter anymore."

"I haven't seen that old thing Meng Zangji for a long time."

"Qingying, this..." Hua Fuchen raised his hand, but could only watch Hua Qingying drift away, and could only shake his head helplessly.

...

Abyss, sea of ​​fog.

A group of more than ten people, all dressed similarly, obviously from the same sect.

They all had injuries of varying severity, and the surroundings were covered with the remains of the abyss beasts that had not yet dispersed into abyss dust. Obviously, they had just experienced a fierce battle.

Half of them were on guard, and the other half gathered around the youngest man. The middle-aged man in the lead put his hand on the young man, and in a moment, he shook his head with a heavy face: "Yuan Chen has already eaten away his heart... there is no hope."

As soon as the word "eat away the heart" came out, everyone's face became dim. Because in this cognition, it was equivalent to death.

Yuan Chen cannot be controlled, cannot be annihilated, and is extremely difficult to dispel. Once it enters the heart, there is no possibility of survival.

"No, it won't..." The tall man closest to the young man had tears in his eyes, but shook his head in confusion and couldn't accept it: "Uncle Master, it must be a mistake. The pastor brother was obviously not seriously injured, how could it be... how could it be..."

The young man grabbed his arm and forced a smile on his pale face: "Brother Han, everyone has their own destiny, don't worry about it. It's a pity... I can't fulfill my promise back then."

The tall man lowered his head and gritted his teeth, choking for a while.

"Brother Han, I beg you one last favor... I... don't want to die in the sea of ​​fog."

"Okay!" The tall man replied with difficulty: "I'll take you away now! Even if we have to leave, we should leave in one piece. How can we turn into dust in this sea of ​​fog?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a startled voice around him.

"What... what is that?"

Looking up, thick fog and dust were rolling in the distance, and even the already gray sky seemed to be darker because of it.

Everyone stood there in a daze until one person whispered absentmindedly: "This scene seems very similar to the one in the legend..."

In their ears, there suddenly sounded an endless and solemn roar, like a demon's chant:

"The Mist Emperor patrols the sea, mortal spirits retreat!"

Every word was soul-stirring, as if it sounded directly in the depths of their hearts and souls, making them all change color.

"Mist... Mist Emperor? The one in the legend..."

"Didn't they say that it was just a fake scam?"

"It is rumored that when the Mist Emperor first appeared a few months ago, Lin Shen, the ancestor who once led to the depths of the fog sea, appeared, causing thousands of catastrophes and burying countless corpses! Even if someone is lying... we can't afford to offend him. character.”

The middle-aged man immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Go, go quickly!"

The voice in the gray mist suddenly became angry: "Back...disperse!"

boom! !

The earth trembled, and a storm suddenly emerged from the gray mist, blasting the panicked people away and falling several miles away.

Only the young man whose heart was eroded by the abyss of dust and destined to die was not affected by the storm and was left alone in his place.

The middle-aged man stood up in panic and growled: "Go quickly! Don't look back!"

The tall man stood up and glanced at the young man who was staying on the spot, getting closer and closer to the rolling gray fog. His pupils shrank suddenly and he said in silence: "But Brother Priest..."

"We can't control him anymore!" said the middle-aged man, "He is already hopeless. If he continues to mess around, even we will get involved."

The tall man gritted his teeth and pushed towards the middle-aged man: "Uncle, please leave quickly and don't worry about me!"

While roaring, he was already rushing towards the young man... and also rushing towards the billowing gray mist.

"Han Xu!" the middle-aged man yelled, but he could only grit his teeth and run away with all his strength with the other disciples.

Bang!

The tall man staggered and fell hard to the ground. He rolled forward, threw himself in front of the young man, and quickly picked him up... But when he stood up, he came into contact with the gray fog that was close at hand.

The suddenly enlarged eyes met a pair of huge gray pupils that appeared and disappeared in the gray mist, chaotic and twisted.

"How dare you, a humble mortal, dare to offend the power of this emperor!"

The terrifying pressure almost crushed his soul. The middle-aged man shivered, but he forced his mind to shout: "How dare I offend this mortal being... Lord Mist Emperor. It's just... it's just my junior brother whose heart has been corrupted by Yuan Chen, and his life has been extinguished. I just want to kill him. Bring him out of the sea of ​​fog and die with dignity, without the slightest intention of offending me. I ask Lord Wu to be kind and forgive me... I, Han Xu, will be grateful for the rest of my life."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

What responded to him was the Mist Emperor's laughter.

"Be kind and righteous, and not afraid of death. You deserve this emperor's gift!"

Accompanying the Mist Emperor's voice was a sudden shroud of gray mist.

The middle-aged man groaned, but did not dare to resist... However, the feeling of Yuan Chen's erosion did not come. The gray mist stayed on them for a few breaths, and then quickly dispersed.

At the same time, there was also a particularly strong aura of defeat on the young man's body.

"Hahahaha!" The gray fog rolled away, accompanied by the laughter of the Fog Emperor gradually receding.

"Senior Brother Han." The young man struggled to stand up from the tall man. He raised his hands, looked at his palms in disbelief, and then uttered a voice like a dream: "All the abyssal erosion on my body... Disappeared..."

"Wha...what?"

They returned to the middle-aged man's side. When the middle-aged man's profound energy circulated in the young man's body for a week, his whole body was sluggish for a long time, and his eyes dilated silently, as if he had suddenly entered the most absurd dream in his life.

"Uncle Master?" the tall man asked tentatively: "Is it true..."

"This is impossible, this is impossible." The middle-aged man shook his head as if losing his mind: "It is obvious that there is no cure for Yuan Yan... not only the heart veins... everything... has disappeared..."

The people around looked at each other in confusion, as if hearing a demonic voice from outside the sky.

A disciple murmured softly: "Didn't you say that once you suffer from abyssal erosion, even the supreme Abyssal Emperor above the Pure Land cannot eliminate it... How could it be..."

"Could it be that that is really... the Emperor of the Sea of ​​Fog?"

The young man suddenly turned around, knelt down heavily in the direction where the "Mist Emperor" was leaving, and shouted with a sobbing voice: "Qingyun Sect disciple Mu Cheng, thank you for the reincarnation of the Mist Emperor! For the rest of my life, I will respect the Mist Emperor as my faith. Never give up even if you die!”

No one responded, no one else made a sound, and their hearts and souls were turned upside down.

Not long after, the "Mist Emperor" appeared again, and the rumor that it could instantly eliminate the abyssal erosion spread straight to the edge of the Mist Sea, and quickly radiated to the deeper habitats.

——

Yun Che walked out of the cultivation space and took a long stretch.

Sensing his aura, the girl's figure hurried over carrying the fragrant wind: "Young master, you have figured it out. In three hours, it will be the ceremony to confer the Son of God. If you don't come out..."

"Young master, if you don't come out, sister Zhanyi will cry." A delicate female voice came. Meng Zhiyuan's steps were light and she held a silver dress in her hand: "Young master, let us help you change your clothes first."

Yun Che stretched out his hand: "I'll do it myself."

"No." Meng Zhiyuan dodged away, slightly pouted her lips, and said resentfully: "It's fine if you don't let us bathe and sleep. If you don't even let us change clothes, we won't have the shame to stay here any longer. The young master is here."

"Yeah!" Liu Zhanyi nodded quickly in agreement.

"Okay, okay." Yun Che responded helplessly and followed them back to the dormitory.

When he walked out, his body was already overflowing with silver, and his dream light was faintly lingering. He showed his grace and nobility in his steps, which made the two little girls stare at him for a long time.

"It fits well, but it's a little fancy." Yun Che seemed quite satisfied, and then whispered: "Shouyuan."

The old man's figure fell from the sky and knelt down on the ground.

“It’s still early. Tell me who will be participating in the ceremony.” Yun Che looked very casual, as if he was just asking a simple question and didn’t take it too seriously.