"Seeing that this colorful phantom butterfly couldn't take down the minister, it actually gave birth to the weapon to control the minister's weapon to hit me hard, so as to achieve the goal of controlling the minister!"

Confucius continued: "But this colorful fantasy butterfly should not be, it should not be, it actually picked the Wendao pen, how terrible it is for the inheritance of Wendao in my human race, not to mention that this Wendao pen is the pen of Wenzu at the beginning." ”

This Wendao pen represents one of the Wendao pens, except for the heirs selected by the Wendao pen, no one can touch this Wendao pen.

The colorful phantom butterfly actually wanted to manipulate the Wendao pen to hit Confucius hard.

"The result is obvious, the idea of my Wendao Eternal Inheritance is to directly erase the power of the divine soul of this colorful phantom butterfly!"

After Confucius finished speaking, the colorful phantom butterfly on his shoulder flew straight towards Di Xin.

"Your Majesty, this colorful phantom butterfly should be regarded as a gift from the minister to Your Majesty!"

"Hahaha, I like this gift very much!"

Di Xin directly accepted this colorful phantom butterfly. Just after Confucius had previously talked about the ability of the Colorful Phantom Butterfly, Di Xin had already thought of the role that this Colorful Phantom Butterfly would play.

Moreover, although the soul of this colorful phantom butterfly has been erased, this ability is still there.

When the Dixin Divine Soul settles in, there is quite one more clone.

"Your Majesty, when the minister was fighting against the last three, he used his spiritual power to suppress and forcibly read some information that was unfavorable to my big business!"

Confucius looked at Di Xin and said sternly: "It's a pity that one of them has extraordinary ability, and he actually jumped out of the illusion created by the minister!

Confucius said with some regret: "The identities of these three people are all unusual! Some things are very involved, and the ministers dare not make decisions!"

"Oh, let's talk about it, what kind of identities are these three people, it makes Wen Xiang feel a big headache!"

Kong Xuan, Bai Xiaotian, Sun Wu, and Ge Tian's four people also looked serious.

"This first person is the Emperor Heaven that His Majesty said in the God List! It's just that, Your Majesty, today's Emperor Heaven is one of its doppelgangers. The true Buddha-figure Emperor Heaven is now in retreat in a mysterious realm! This is the Emperor who has broken the illusion of the Seven Colors!

This Emperor Deity is really powerful, and when the minister was about to find out the news of the retreat place of this Emperor Deity, the Deity Emperor Heaven, who did not know where to retreat, seemed to sense something. The minister only saw an indifferent eye, and immediately after, this doppelganger Huang Tian woke up.

Taking advantage of the distraction of the minister, he forcibly broke the colorful illusion and escaped. ”

"Today, this Emperor is just a clone of the real Emperor!"

After hearing the news revealed by Confucius, several people were shocked.

This mere distraction has reached the level of the Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal. This deity must be even more powerful.

"The person who can compete with the Styx Ancestor is really not easy!"

Di Xin couldn't help but think of the words of the Styx Ancestor. For the sake of the thick soil, this emperor once fought against the demon clan. When the Wu Clan almost died, Huangtian was only seriously injured.

Besides, daring to be infatuated with a saint is enough to show that the emperor is not simple.

"There are two more, tell me where they come from?"

Di Xin was simply too envious of the ability of this colorful phantom butterfly. You can know everything about you silently.

If it weren't for Confucius's last move, I'm afraid that in the end, Di Xin would only know about Huang Tian. And this is still the result of the mosquito road people's induction.

"This second person is called the Sword Spirit! In the memory of this sword spirit, the minister saw a vague palace. Some of the sword spirit's actions came from this palace. It's like the ancients were involved in the liquidation of our human race. It is this sword spirit that obeys the orders of this palace. ”

"Where did this palace come from?

Kong Xuan asked suspiciously.

"This is the strangest thing! Even this sword spirit doesn't know what this palace is. ”

After Confucius saw the memory of this sword spirit, he was also a little confused.

"What? You said this sword spirit doesn't know what this palace is. Then why did he obey the orders of this palace?"

Bai Xiaotian advocates freedom the most. He said with a pout.

"I only see that in the memory of the sword spirit, from the day he was born into consciousness, this palace existed! Once, this sword spirit did not obey the orders of this palace, and that time, the sword spirit was almost killed.

Since then, the Sword Spirit has stopped exploring the existence of this palace!"

Confucius said cautiously: "Oh, by the way, Your Majesty, there is also a sword born with this sword spirit. It is called the soul of the sword. This time, this sword soul received an order from this palace and went out to run errands. As for what it is, I'm afraid only the sword soul itself knows. ”

Dixin's head is going to be big. One by one, these inexplicable forces emerged.

Sword Spirit, Sword Soul, these are two more terrible enemies.

"Survive, survive!"

Di Xin muttered these two words in his mouth.

Now, this is the worst of times. All the calculations seem to have to be reshuffled in this era. In ancient times, in ancient times, even in ancient times, in eternity, what happened. Who knows.

There is no record of any forces that survived from that era.

All the heavens and all the worlds, throughout the ages, all the forces will come together. The Terrans are one of those small races.

Survival is the only thing Dixin has to do.

But the key is that before you can dominate, you must first solve many difficult problems of the human race.

Now, the heavens and all the races are afraid of the human race, and they don't intend to give the human race a way to live. Only by talking about survival can we talk about hegemony.

Di Xin said that he was lucky and lucky, and he said that he was unlucky. Fortunately, this is a great era destined to be magnificent, throughout the ages, thousands of races, emperors and ancestors, the pride of all walks of life, the children of the times, and the sons of luck are all gathered in this era of the curtain of all beings, and a brilliant drama will be staged.

Unfortunately, the burden of the Terrans fell on him. He, Di Xin, wants to carry the banner of the human race and fight for a way among the thousands of races.

Seeing that Di Xin was lost in thought, Confucius could understand the weight of the burden on Di Xin.

"Oh, Wenxiang, you go on, and the last person, where did it come from?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Confucius replied: "The origin of this last person is not simple! This force has never been conspicuous in front of others! But everyone who knows this force is afraid of him."

Their old nest is in Fengdu Mountain. This ghost king is the king of this Fengdu Mountain. Above this ghost king, there is also a great emperor, called the Emperor of Xudu. He is the true owner of this Fengdu Mountain. ”

[Make up for yesterday's ninth update!Ask for collection, ask for collection!The Son of Heaven has seen a Taoist friend say,The time span is too short!This problem has been considered by the Son of Heaven.,Because the Son of Heaven is set at the beginning of the gods.,This is about to be the time for all kinds of powerful people to appear!After all, according to the age of mortals,That is, it is only a few decades.Therefore,The time schedule is a little tighter.。 After these two plots have passed, they should be able to ease down! Finally, the Son of Heaven thanked Daoyou for the reminder. 】