Fengshen Wendaoxing

It was evening when Lu Chuan entered the city.

Sooner or later, he was one of the last people to enter the city.

The prosperity of Xianyang City exceeded Lu Chuan's expectations. The streets were filled with cars, and as night fell, the city and the streets soon became brightly lit.

It's hard to imagine that this is the world where the war has just ended ten years ago.

Lu Chuan walked on the street unhurriedly. He hadn't been to the human world for many years, and the different speed of time in the sky and the human world made the changes in the human world in his eyes can be described by the word "changing with each passing day".

What makes Lu Chuan sigh is that there have been some singing and dancing workshops in Xianyang City for the nobles to enter and have fun.

"It's really different."

Lu Chuan sighed with emotion that with the appearance and promotion of him and the saints, the civilization of the human race has progressed very fast. The current Great Qin's national strength and people's livelihood are at least thousands of years ahead of it.

The palace hall is brightly lit.

A piece of solemn and solemn.

Ying Zheng, dressed in a black dragon robe, was sitting behind the table, Meng Tian in heavy armor stood under the stage, and a white-clothed swordsman stood in front of the hall.

"Li Xianting..."

The swordsman in white frowned and said, "Does it have to be like this?"

"It must be so."

Ying Zheng slightly raised his head and looked at the sky with deep eyes, and said in a firm voice: "Human race is not an appendage of any race, including Kuo God, I want the human race in the world to control their own destiny instead of only pinning their hopes on immortal gods."

"War with the gods?"

The swordsman was silent for a while: "You will fail."

Ying Zheng also pondered for a while, and said, "But there are some things that someone has to do first."

The swordsman turned and left.

Ying Zheng didn't stop or say anything.

The breeze blew up the curtains in the hall, and one could see a circle of candles burning on the floor of the side hall, and a figure in a light blue shirt was sitting with eyes closed and doing something.

Ying Zheng looked at the figure quietly, with a long sword hanging from his waist and said nothing, but everyone in the hall could feel a great invisible pressure.

"War with the gods..."

Meng Tian licked his lips, looked up, and there was a look of excitement or anticipation in his eyes: "Mo will fight all over the world, and fight against famous generals from all over the world, but he has never competed with gods..."

In the palace, the white-clothed swordsman walked towards the outside of the palace step by step without any haste.

Suddenly, his eyes moved and he stopped.

In front of him came a person, walking with his hands behind his back like a leisurely stroll, his eyes were still looking around, but the surrounding soldiers seemed not to see him.

Not only those soldiers, but even he didn't feel the slightest aura on the other party, and he perceived the past as if it didn't exist.

If he hadn't seen it with his eyes, he would have thought that this person didn't exist. Of course, it was also possible that this person was stronger than he had imagined.

"Your Excellency, who are you?"

The swordsman frowned when the figure passed by.

The opponent kept walking, still walking towards the majestic hall with his hands behind his back.

The swordsman hesitated for a moment, then suddenly his eyes narrowed, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed with a "clang" sound, and he stabbed towards the opponent's back with a movement.

A cold light flashed across the night sky.

The swordsman stabbed at the opponent's shoulder, he didn't want to hurt the opponent's life before he was not sure where the opponent came from.

But the next moment he froze.

The sword he stabbed was easily caught by the two fingers of one of the two hands behind his back. His powerful skill was poured into the sword god and wanted to pull it out, but he couldn't shake it at all.

There was a look of shock on his face, and he wanted to say something but couldn't say it at all.

"Good swordsmanship, young man."

Lu Chuan finally opened his mouth and looked back, and looked at the swordsman up and down: "One day, maybe one day he can become a sword fairy with the sword..."

The swordsman said, "Who are you?"

Lu Chuan let go of his sword and continued to walk forward: "You go, if I really want to do anything, Guiguzi can't stop me, let alone you?"

The swordsman was surprised: "You..."

Lu Chuan continued to walk, and the way to enter the Tao with the sword has been opened up by someone, and that is Guang Chengzi.

At the beginning, he fell into the fairyland, and after creating Yujian, he entered Taoism with the sword, became the first sword fairy in the world, and passed down the sword practice tradition of Shushan and others.

Inside the hall.

The figure in the candlelight opened its eyes.

Ying Zheng said, "What are the chances of winning?"

Luna shook his head and said, "There is no chance of winning!"

Ying Zheng let out a "hmm" and slowly closed his eyes, no emotion could be heard in his voice.

Click!

At this time, a flash of lightning flashed outside the hall, and a figure like a dream appeared in the hall.

Ying Zheng opened his eyes instantly.

"who?"

Meng Tian exclaimed: "Where are people, come here!"

Because he doesn't even know how people show up and where they don't notice anything.

The sword at his waist has been pulled out and blocked in front of the high platform, and his body is full of momentum, ready to go.

With the sound of footsteps, dozens of soldiers in strong and sharp clothes surrounded Lu Chuan with long spears.

"Take it!" Meng Tian put his long sword back into its sheath.

"It's too early to sheath the sword now."

Lu Chuan disappeared on the spot in a flash, and appeared in the hall in the next second and said to Meng Tian.

"who are you?"

Meng Tian's pupils contracted and the long sword was unsheathed again, and the figure flew towards Lu Chuan with a movement, and the sword slashed towards Lu Chuan.

"Two fingers connect to the white blade!"

Lu Chuan used his unique technique again, and suddenly a breeze blew behind him, and a woman in a light blue dress appeared behind him, raised a crystal clear hand and pressed it on Lu Chuan's back.

hum!

The bluish light on her hand sank into Lu Chuan's back and crawled towards his neck, forming a curse mark.

Then she made seals with her hands, smiled and said, "It's not good to be presumptuous in His Majesty's hall."

hum!

The curse mark on Lu Chuan's neck glowed.

"Uh uh uh……"

Lu Chuan shook Meng Tian's sword away with one finger, and quickly covered his neck with the other hand. He turned around and looked pained, and pointed at Moon God with trembling arms: "What kind of spell did you, vicious woman, okay, okay..."

Luna smiled slightly.

Lu Chuan suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "It's fun."

Fingers pinched a little on the curse mark on the neck, and the light was drawn by him, forming a dark purple symbol with some evil intentions on the finger.

"you……"

Moon God exclaimed: "Can you undo the Six Souls Curse?"

Lu Chuan said indifferently: "Tai Chi Xuanyi, Yin and Yang, everything in the world is inseparable from Yin, Yang and Five Elements. Even the ancestors of your Yinyang family would not dare to use this thing on me. You are so brave..."

Thinking back to the time when he was revered as the teacher of the hundred sages, this was recognized by the hundred schools of thought, isn't the Yin Yang family one of the hundred schools of thought?

He, Lu Dijun, was not a fool in the world back then, his seniority was higher than their ancestors of the Yin Yang family, right?

"It's you……"

Ying Zheng said coldly, the moment Lu Chuan appeared, Ying Zheng had fixed his eyes on the man, and Lu Chuan reminded him of a bad memory.

His hand holding the sword trembled, not mentioning that now, he still knows another identity of Lu Chuan.

God!

Wuqu Xingjun!

He has not forgotten these four words now, so in order to repay those few slaps all these years, he sent people to smash all the temples of Wuqu Xingjun, so that people would not go to sacrifice and worship.

Goodbye today, this bastard hasn't changed much, but Ying Zheng is no longer the Ying Zheng he was back then.

Lu Chuan smiled and said, "It's me!"

"You are not his opponent, step back!"

Ying Zheng suddenly got up and touched the sword at his waist: "We should also settle the account of that year, Wu Qu Xingjun, let you become the first god in my hand to die to sacrifice the sword."

"Wuqu Xingjun?"

Meng Tian and Moon God turned pale with shock, they are real gods, wait a minute, isn't it that after the first conferment of the gods, the immortal way, the divine way, the god way, the god way, the human way and the human way have nothing to do with each other?

Lu Chuan said: "Yingzheng, calm down, I am not here to fight with you."

"I, very calm!"

Ying Zheng slowly drew his sword with a cold light in his eyes, and said with a hint of joy in his voice: "I heard that the mana of you gods is maintained by incense. I ordered people to smash down your temples all over the country, so how much mana do you have left now?"

"So cruel?"

Lu Chuan was extremely speechless. This guy is really cruel and vengeful. Poor Nangong Shi took such a big scapegoat and went back to reward an elixir!

Lu Chuan said: "Actually, what you do has little impact on me..."

Ying Zheng's pupils shrank: "Impossible!"

Lu Chuan said: "Because I am not Wu Qu Xingjun."

Ying Zheng: ┴┴︵╰(‵ ′)╯︵┴┴

"Who the hell are you?" Ying Zheng growled.

So what is his revenge all these years?

Lu Chuan said loudly: "If you don't want to change your name, you can't change your surname if you sit down, so is Lu Chuan, the true martial emperor in the north of the heaven!"

Ying Zheng: "..."

Did you change it last time?

"Lu Chuan?!"

Meng Tian and Yue Shen turned pale with shock, Lu Chuan's reputation in their world was too great.

A peerless genius born hundreds of years ago.

A legend!