Covering the Sky: I, Fuxi's Son, the Proven Emperor

This is a life instinct, a reverence for the unseen forces of fate.

"That's not the case. I haven't reached that level yet."

Feng Yi responded by explaining that the weapon was also linked to its owner's growth.

It's impossible to achieve everything overnight. Interfering too much with people and things is limited to indirect guidance at most.

As his cultivation level improved, he became more modest.

"Woof, little master, don't want it. This spoils are for me."

Black Emperor, with its keen eyes, noticed that Feng Yi had little interest in the corpse of the Purple Mansion Saint.

The first one rushed over and started pulling out treasures from the divine treasures such as the Sea of ​​Wheels and the Dao Palace.

It actually found quite a few spiritual herbs, source stones, and even more precious was a weapon from the Sendai realm.

A large black banner, interwoven with Tao and reason, shatters the void with a gentle shake!

A dog riding a giant iron-blooded flag looks rather comical.

"Black Emperor, this can't be done! Everyone who sees it gets a share!"

Tu Fei looked heartbroken and brought up the issue of brotherhood.

He genuinely didn't want this black dog to get too many resources, feeling that he wouldn't be able to control it.

He dragged Li Heishui and Duan De along, and forcefully snatched the food from their mouths, dividing the resources equally into several portions.

"This is outrageous! They're stealing food from us like dogs! The world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be."

The Black King had some resources taken away, and he also made fun of them, accusing them of competing with dogs for profits.

It rolled around on the ground, making Jiang Caixuan chuckle. This dog is so funny.

However, seeing Zixia's gaze, the Black Emperor felt a little embarrassed and wanted to maintain his image.

"I was just joking with you. I am comparable to the ancient holy emperors, how could I care about such mundane things?"

The big black dog stood up, sat upright, and then solemnly said.

It doesn't care at all, it would never write it down in its little notebook that it was robbed of a treasure worth at least 100,000 jin of resources on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year.

No, it should be worth a million catties!

......

"flutter"

Within a mysterious hall in the Purple Mansion Sacred Land, numerous soul lamps are enshrined.

The disciples guarding this place were drowsy; it was a boring job, and who would dare to offend their Purple Mansion Holy Land?

It can be said that, apart from those who die naturally, no one in the Purple Mansion Holy Land has died violently for hundreds of years.

Suddenly, as if a gust of wind had blown by, one of the soul lamps abruptly went out.

The temple disciple stumbled and almost fell to the ground, wondering if he was hallucinating.

He rubbed his eyes carefully, looked again and again, and finally confirmed that the lamp belonging to the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion had gone out.

"Something terrible has happened! Senior Brother Holy Son has perished!"

The disciple's legs were weak, but he still mustered his strength and ran wildly outside.

The Holy Son is the future master of a lineage, capable of ruling over billions of miles of mountains and rivers.

The death of the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion is a huge uproar, and even the Holy Lord will be furious. It's like slapping the face of an entire lineage.

"Chen'er is dead..."

On Sunset Peak, the old woman was lost in thought, filled with melancholy.

When a person is old and their last disciple dies, it is an unbearable pain!

He nearly went mad, roaring so loudly he would shatter the heavens, but he never did. Instead, he remained calm, like a deep, ancient well.

"Senior brother, don't be too sad."

The Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion approached and gently comforted him. He was dressed in blue and rode on divine light, arriving at lightning speed.

Clearly, the fact that he knew the Holy Son was dead was a great blow to the old lady.

"It's alright, I'll go take a look."

Yuan Chen, also known as Invincible Ape, had a restrained and unflappable aura, like an ordinary old man.

But those who are truly powerful can feel his supreme divine power, like an ancient divine ape about to pierce the sky.

There are rumors that he may have some ancient blood, but this has been denied by the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

"Swish"

He leaped into the air like a nimble ape climbing, his steps strange yet imbued with Daoist patterns.

Turning the ends of the earth into a stone's throw, they arrived at the ancient palace in an instant.

The old man gazed at the extinguished spirit lamp, his eyes distant and tinged with sadness.

"O soul, return! Reflect on your past life, call back your soul."

After a long while, the old man exhaled a breath that carried a mysterious light.

He used his great magical power to reflect the scene of his disciple's life; this was his great magical power and great ability.

The ancient lamp flickered, and when you looked up, a scene appeared, but it was all chaos.

The old man coughed up blood and immediately stopped his magic, severing all connections. It was as if he had been struck by an inexplicable force, and a large part of his chest caved in.

"The murderer possesses a priceless treasure that obscures the secrets of heaven and cannot be deduced."

The Holy Lord of the Purple Mansion showed a strange expression. He knew very well how profound his senior brother's cultivation was.

If not for the suppression of the Great Dao, he would have already severed his Dao and dominated the post-ancient era, invincible.

"Investigate! Even if we have to turn the entire Southern Region upside down, we must find him!"

The old woman's voice was low but incredibly firm, representing her attitude.

He was willing to pay any price to avenge his disciple, for killing the holy son of their lineage was not an easy matter.

At the very least, Elder Yuan Chen was certain that his disciple had perished in the Southern Region.

He was filled with remorse, for he had personally sent his disciple to his death. Not long after being teleported to the Jin Kingdom region, the soul lamp went out.

"This is a major event. The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion is dead. He was killed by a mysterious figure."

Soon, a piece of news spread, shaking the world.

In the Purple Mansion Holy Land, their lineage's holy son died, and the identity of the murderer remains unknown.

All that is known is that the attack occurred near the State of Jin, with countless iron cavalrymen and a large number of experts from the Holy Land sealing off all directions.

Furthermore, a living fossil was born, its vital energy engulfing heaven and earth, shaking the universe.

"Yuan Wudi, that old madman is still alive. Without the God King's intervention, how many people can suppress him?"

In the southern region of the Eastern Wilderness, many lineages were astonished, as it seemed unlikely that a figure from three thousand years ago was still alive.

His vital energy and blood were abundant, like the surging waves of the ocean, which they all envied.

Two thousand years ago, the Supreme Lord of the Purple Mansion suppressed and killed a demon king, gaining great fame.

Seven hundred years ago, he fought a decisive battle with the descendants of the Azure Emperor. Since then, the nineteenth generation descendant of that demon emperor has never appeared again.

Three thousand years sounds simple, but on the other side of the starry sky, it can be traced back to the ancient Western Zhou Dynasty, its weight is boundless.

It can be said that this old monster is a living history, making all the holy rulers wary.

"The Purple Mansion Holy Land has offered an astronomical price: 500,000 jin of Origin Energy for anyone who can provide clues. A kill order has been issued!"

The entire southern region of the Eastern Wilderness was in an uproar. Five hundred thousand catties of source material was a rare feat in recent history.

For ordinary independent cultivators, even sects have never seen such a thing in their entire lives.

A rogue cultivator mustered up his courage and reported that he had seen a purple shadow fly into the fire domain.

Whether it is a holy son or not, it has provided a direction.

Yuan Chen Daoist went there in person, only to find that Feng Yi and the others had already left. However, he did see some crystalline bone powder in the fifth level of the Fire Domain.

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Chapter 81 Arrival in Yan [Seeking First Subscription]

"Five hundred thousand catties of source, Zifu is truly wealthy. I'm even thinking of selling myself."

Ten thousand miles away, the unscrupulous Taoist saw the notice from the Purple Mansion and almost drooled.

He was a greedy man, a born capitalist, willing to sell the rope that would hang himself.

"You unscrupulous Taoist priest, how about we team up and pull off a heist? You confess, I'll sell you out, and we'll swindle a bunch of Purple Mansion resources."

The big black dog's eyes darted around, clearly very tempted.