Emperor Yang Xiao hung at the door for a while before he raised his feet and walked in.

After entering the Taoist temple, there is an empty square with quaint buildings. On either side is a long row of pools. In the center of the pool, two rows of stone beasts sat facing the passage in the middle, and water erupted from their mouths, forming an arcing curtain of water. The corners of the steps on the edge of the pool are covered with moss because they are dark and damp all year round, and everything looks so real.

Yang Xiao's heart became heavier and heavier.

He had confirmed on the mountain trail just now that this was not the real world at all.

How can a space of consciousness that is not the real world be so real?

The master of Black Wind Village is completely different from what is recorded in the file.

Emperor Yang Xiao began to doubt himself, he began to doubt the words of the 'god', is this legendary master of the Black Wind Village really his mortal enemy? Isn't it too high to think of him.

He walked a little further along the road, and after passing through a door, he came to an open-air bluestone square. In the middle of the huge circular square, there is a bronze giant tripod of nearly ten meters, and bamboo incense is still burning on the tripod.

The green smoke is swirling, and the ancient sound is around the ears, just like a fairy dojo.

This is the martial arts arena, and it may also be the place where the main Taoist temple preached. Emperor Yang Xiao had such a thought in his heart.

He walked to the edge of the giant dome and looked up.

Such a huge tripod looks like a hill when viewed from a close distance. Yang Xiao didn't pay attention to it at first glance, but after watching it for a while, he felt that something was wrong. The words on Ju Ding Ding's body seem to be alive. All the words on it are constantly changing, and in one of the inconspicuous corners, the words on it are constantly changing, and when you look closely, you just see a piece of text.

'Hu Ji turned Emperor Yang Xiao, into the black wind, Guanding'

Seeing this paragraph, Yang Xiao's heart was shocked!

Hu Ji was given his first name in this world, by his parents. Later, when he went out to cheat, he changed many names, including his two apprentices, who didn't know his real name. Every time he walked, Huji would change his name and change his appearance. So much so that he himself was about to forget this real name.

But at this moment, the words on Juding actually showed his whole life, which made him not surprised!

"I learned this kind of writing a long time ago, from a stone tablet."

A voice sounded, Yang Xiao was startled, quickly looked back, and found that behind the originally empty person, I don't know when a figure appeared.

Wu Chong, dressed in black, was standing there, as if he had been watching him for a long time.

"The big boss of Black Wind Village!"

Although I have fantasized about the enemy of fate many times, I also want to kill this enemy. But when he really faced Wu Chong, Yang Xiao would understand why 'God' would attach so much importance to this person.

Now Wu Chong looks like an ordinary person, with an ordinary body.

But when you really face it, you will feel a mountain of coercion, and facing this person is like looking up to the gods. Yang Xiao couldn't understand at all where he had the guts to provoke such an existence when he was outside.

It's just that now that the position has been decided, Yang Xiao still gritted his teeth and asked.

He wanted to live.

"Why did you pull me in!"

"You saw a strange ant on the road and mentioned him and teased him, is there a reason?" Wu Chong walked to the side and stroked Juding with his hand.

This giant statue was built by him by imitating the stone monument of the twenty-eight states.

What was once completely incomprehensible, he can now build with his own hands. The method is very simple, you just need to close the fate thread of some people and connect them together. It's like the emperor Yang Xiao in front of him.

From the time he entered the Black Wind Mountain, everything was mastered by Wu Chong, and in front of Wu Chong, he didn't have any secrets.

The Taiyi realm corresponds to the calamity level of the world lord.

But it's completely different, 'immortals' can watch fate and modify their lives. This kind of method of manipulating life as a 'net' is exactly what 'immortals' are best at, just like the old moon arranges marriage for people, and the gods arrange calamity for people.

As long as you are in the world, everything is knittible in the eyes of the 'immortals'.

In this regard, the Lord of the World cannot compare.

Because the two are not in the same direction at all, there may be some similarities when you first jump out of the world, but the further you go, the greater the difference between the two.

"It turns out that in the eyes of Master Wu, I turned out to be an ant."

Yang Xiao couldn't help but reply, he was not afraid of Wu Chong insulting him, even if Wu Chong stepped on his face with his foot at this moment, he could accept it.

The only thing I can't stand is to be ignored!

This kind of taste of being an ant among people is too big a blow to Yang Xiao. He is also a high-minded and arrogant person, from a charlatan to his current status in the world. There may be the influence of the ancient gods in it, but it cannot be denied that Yang Xiao himself is a careerist.

"The Old God has given you a lot of things, but he has never taught you true strength, you are like a pig fattened by him."

Wu Chong glanced at Yang Xiao with pity.

This guy always thinks that he is a 'man of heaven', but in fact, where are there so many people in this world. Your seemingly magnificent life is likely to be just arranged and planned by others, in order to make you disgusted with another enemy of the same level.

"Who is the ancient god praying?!"

Yang Xiao asked subconsciously.

He found that there were many things he didn't seem to know, and there was a lot behind it that he couldn't see. The big boss of the Black Wind Village in front of him is not as simple as the 'god' said.

"Your so-called 'god'"

Wu Chong walked over and pointed at the center of the ancient god's eyebrows.

The ancient god is feeding pigs, and he has been raising pigs. When he finished fighting with the ancient gods for the first time, Wu Chong knew that the other party had a power seed left here. But at that time, he didn't take action to annihilate it, but only cut off the connection between this seed and the ancient gods.

Later, when the ancient gods made a second move, they found this seed, so they arranged it casually. Wu Chong didn't care, he and Gu Shenqi just watched.

Watch this seed germinate and grow, growing fat little by little.

Both sides want to use this power to influence the other, hoping to make a difference in the final encounter.

Only Emperor Yang Xiao himself didn't know, he thought he was the 'chosen one'. As everyone knows, neither his 'enemy of fate' nor the 'god' he believes in has ever taken him seriously.

His life is just an idle move in the hands of the two.

Of little consequence.

"God?!"

Yang Xiao asked in disbelief at all, only thankful for a certain belief in his heart, as if it had completely collapsed at this moment.

"Impossible!"

Wu Chong didn't pay attention to the turmoil in Yang Xiao's heart, he pointed his finger behind the other party's eyebrows, and pulled back.

A long arc of lightning was pulled out of Yang Xiao's eyebrows by him, and the power of the ancient gods on it was beating like a heart, and those arcs of lightning were like tentacles, frantically climbing around, wanting to break the blockade and communicate with its owner.

But in Wu Chong's view of the black wind, this kind of behavior is doomed to be futile.

I saw Wu Chong grab these arc tentacles and pull them gently.

Tear it up!

All the arcs were torn off by him, and the remaining core in the middle was completely devoured by the 'star' emitted from Wu Chong's hand, turning into a pile of dust and falling to the ground. (End of chapter)