Waste Strong Foundation

Fei Mingqiu stared at the two volumes of Taishi pen in Di Jun's hand.

He couldn't figure out how this sinister artifact returned to the other side.

Before leaving, he and Shang Yuan were apprehensive, and specifically asked Zhulong about the refining of Taishibi by the ghost mother.

Zhulong told him that since the Taishi pen had belonged to the ghost mother, unless Di Jun used his real body to snatch it, there would be no problem.

"unless"……

Did something happen to the ghost mother?

They obviously went up the mountain together——

and many more.

A light flashed in Fei Mingqiu's mind.

When they met Fenghuang on the outskirts of Wangcheng a few months ago, Fenghuang killed the ghost mother because of a disagreement.

That crimson light!

Presumably there must also be hidden rhyme spells added to it, just waiting for it to happen today!

Fei Mingqiu looked at the golden-red phoenix feathers that quickly protruded from Dijun's temples, his blood was surging, and his lips were pale.

Although Fenghuang is old, he will not be swallowed alive, unless he just wanted to commit suicide and voluntarily dedicated his whole life to hasten the recovery of his best friend.

No, Fenghuang and Dijun are plastic best friends at best.

Taishi pen.A fictional story that gradually affects the direction of reality.Inescapable fate.

...And a considerable part of this divine power capable of tampering with the laws of heaven and earth belongs to Fei Mingqiu himself.

Fei Mingqiu's thoughts were confused, and the place where the back of his head hit the stone felt dull pain, and he vomited a mouthful of blood as he thought about it.

Di Jun lowered his head and flipped through the Taishi pen, attracting Zhu Mogui who was hiding behind the ruins, "You won't hide in this stiff mortal body and wait to die?"

Zhu Mogui is a mountain spirit who helped Kaiming Jun study ink and hand over pens when he was reviewing papers.

Because its eyes are hollow and blue like ghosts, and its real body is like a cloud of fog, it is named Zhu Mogui.

"Ahem." Fei Mingqiu gritted his teeth and got up, staggered to a stand, and was struck off his right shoulder by Di Jun's cold eyes.

Zhu Mogui was trembling with fright, and suddenly saw something, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Di Jun didn't take it seriously, "Get up. You were not in such a mess when you were hiding in your father's fireplace and eavesdropping on the conversation."

The youth fell in a pool of blood.

Suddenly, three emerald green mountain winds rolled up from the foot of the mountain, wrapped around the shoulders for repair and stitching, and made a new mortal body in a short time.

Fuxi and Xihe, who chased Phoenix to the top of the mountain, looked very pale and shouted: "... Dijun."

Di Jun: "You sisters are like-minded. Why, do you want to kill me? If so, you should join forces with Shennong and Xuanyuan that day."

The two creator gods have already fallen into the trap of God's Domain.

Fuxi shouted crisply: "Stop talking about this! The gods have always been in awe of you, but you regard the gods as slaves—!"

The Taishi Pen flew from Dijun's palm to the sky, turned the pages with a clatter, and became hundreds of times bigger suddenly.

Like a stack of light yellow clouds covering Kunlun Mountain.

The effect of this artifact in the hands of the real master is indeed much more powerful than that of the Lord of the White People.

Steles of gods are floating around the mountain, and Xuanyuan riding a yellow bear and Shennong riding a dragon stare at them vividly.

Fei Mingqiu quickly got used to his newly squeezed body, and said in a hoarse voice, "The two of them... were also... killed by you?"

"If you're a trash." Di Jun seemed to be prejudiced against Fei Mingqiu, and said, "Fuxi, you have fought against Xuanyuan 870 times in the past, and you lost more than you won. How are you doing now? Xihe, hand over your sons, Thinking about being a husband and wife in the past, it would save your life."

Xi He was so angry that his cheeks were flushed, and he spat: "Bah! My mother's own son has only half a dime relationship with you! Go eat ass!"

She gritted her teeth, ignored Fuxi's scolding, twisted her face and struggled to get off her back, and immediately turned into a short goddess with a limp and broken arm.

Fuxi's condition was also not good, his body suddenly lost the support of Xihe, the center of his brow was red like a blood hole with a hole, and he was missing an ear and two fingers.

It is obviously useless to say more about the situation at this time.

The tablets of the gods are all taken out, either you die or I live!

The two goddesses cast spells in the air, and all kinds of domineering artifacts appeared on the stage in turn, and they fought back and forth with Xuanyuan and Shennong's god tablets thirty times.

Affected by the battle of the gods, the eleven fake moons that were glued to the sky with Hai Long's saliva crackled and shattered into moon soul powder.

Fu Xi grabbed a handful of Moon Soul Powder and blocked the hole between his eyebrows, pulled Xi He's left hand and interlocked his ten fingers, his eyes were reddened, and he worked together to release [-]% of his divine power!

Suddenly the sky fell apart and the rivers rushed!

The receding flood in the land of Kyushu regained the lost ground in a more violent manner, and swept away the mountain gods blocking the Xia people's city indiscriminately.

Di Jun seemed to be able to see the ending—naturally, he was the author of the fate of the gods.

So his lower lip curled slightly, and an almost inaudible laugh came out of his nostrils.

In the eyes of the most authoritative Father God, the gods who created the mountains, rivers, sun and moon are all trash.

Especially a snake-tailed goddess who thought she was funny, hid it from him, and dared to fabricate a large number of mortals before him.

The dispute with Nuwa appeared in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern, Di Jun paused, and turned his face to look at the person who came, "It's so late."

Shang Yuan held the Kunwu knife horizontally twice to wipe off the blood from the tip of the knife, and wiped the sweat from his chin with the back of his hand, "I'm late, so I'll kill you anyway."

This is the fourth time he has been handsome to God.

Just now when Fei Mingqiu was kidnapped by Phoenix, the ghost mother suddenly went mad, her eyebrows frowned, and she turned into a black tiger to block his way.

The Taishibi hidden in the ghost mother's soul took advantage of it and ran away, flying to nowhere—oh, it seems to be here.

Di Jun sneered again and again, and took out half of the Tiger Jade Pendant from his collar, "I'm incomplete, even worse than Kunlun, how dare I speak wild words."

What he meant was that according to the godhead and god rank, Shang Yuan's half of his foot was still spinning in the mortal realm, so he was not a real god.

Shang Yuan's eyes moved to the tablet of the god, "Is this also part of your story?"

Di Jun smiled and said: "If you didn't reveal two pages of the plot that day, how could you make up your mind to leave Kunlun Mountain, and how can I take back the Kunlun Jade with dignity."

He's actually kind of disgusting and disgustingly ritualistic.

The jade that was not taken away a step too late that year will still be taken back here to eliminate worries for the future.All the gods respect him as a father and brother, and under his control, how can there be fish that slip through the net.

Kunlun Yu himself turned a deaf ear, but carefully observed the jade pendant on Di Jun's neck.

Half a lying tiger, the lines of toes and hair have become blurred for tens of thousands of years, only a pair of green tiger eyes are as bright as lacquer.

Shang Yuanque's last ray of soul is on this spoiled jade pendant picked up from the garbage dump in the southeast corner of the hall!

Seeing that Fuxi was losing to Xuanyuan, Fei Mingqiu wished he could grab him on the spot, and questioned Di Jun in a hoarse voice:

"Mortals did not perish from the so-called natural disasters at all. They explored the universe after 5000 years and established a higher level of civilization in a hundred years, right?"

Di Jun's extremely ordinary face revealed a trace of complacency, and after a moment of silence, he asked back with a very playful expression:

"Didn't you see it with your own eyes?"

What he is proud of is that he successfully deceived the gods, and conveniently interfered with the new Nirvana life of the two wastes who thought they were lonely, courageous and stoic.

If Nuwa is standing opposite, I'm afraid that human beings have finally created technology that can rival divine power through generations of inheritance and struggle.

Thinking of this, Fei Mingqiu felt a little sick.

Fei Mingqiu: "...you also saw it with your own eyes."

Di Jun was disdainful, and was about to taunt, when he caught a glimpse of Xi He covered in blood and desperately smashed the tablet enshrining the remnant soul of Shennong from the corner of his eye, his expression changed slightly.

Shennong and Fuxi are called the two emperors together, and they also have the creation magic power to divide the Yin and Yang of heaven and earth.

Something happened quietly and forcefully under his feet.

The second batch of gods who were working together to stabilize Kunlun Mountain on the mountainside noticed it and looked at each other in panic.

The emerald light spots are like blankets with untied straps, covering from the mountain path to the top of the mountain, and the whole Kunlun Mountain comes alive.

"As far as I know, you have been a politician, a doctor, a ticket inspector, a sanitation...you—" Fei Mingqiu's tongue tingled.

Before he had time to react, the huge Taishi pen fell straight from the top of his and Shang Yuan's heads.

Kunlun Mountain wants to compete with Father God for the mountain god.It refuses to collapse like Kunwu Mountain.

In order to force Fei Mingqiu to hand over his real body, so that he would not fall into the belly of Kunlun Mountain, Di Jun could only start from his own illusion in desperation.

Fei Mingqiu's whole body was stiff, and he looked back into Shang Yuan's gloomy peach blossom eyes, and when he came back to his senses, he had fallen into the illusion of Taishibi.

The clamoring voice of Kunlun Mountain that was bound to swallow him was completely blocked out of the illusion.

Fei Mingqiu moved his neck, "Shang Yuan, are you okay?"

Shang Yuan patted his hand, "I'm fine, but... when is this? Do you know?"

The small bridge has flowing water, and the boatmen holding pennies yell lotus root, lotus seed and lotus leaf porridge and pass through the bridge hole leisurely.

Every family lived by the water, a boat with an indigo blue awning moored in front of the door, and a woman squatting by the pond beating dirty clothes had a yellowish complexion.

If it hadn't been for looking down at the water and seeing a few ferocious and funny water ghosts, Fei Mingqiu would have thought that Taishibi had been refined by the ghost mother and turned into a good thing.

The author says:

Happy Tanabata everyone.Didn't have time to update yesterday.This week should be over.