Facing the accusation of the old monk, Xuan Zhen pondered for a moment, and his face became even more gloomy: "Old monk, don't provoke discord! Longyuan and the List of Conferred Gods are the things of the people in the world. How dare I take it for myself in the Xueshen Palace?"

The old monk did not accept his trick at all, and just recited the Buddha's name lightly: "Amitabha, you only said you didn't dare, but you didn't want to. How could you provoke what I said in the old monk?"

"You..." Xuan Zhen knew very well that this old monk could not tell, and if he continued, he would only fall into the endless self-evident trap, so he changed the subject and said, "I am too lazy to argue with you. Longyuan's stolen is not my own business. If you don't believe me, I have nothing to say! I just think that everyone's chances of winning are greater than that of my alone army in the Snow God Palace. If you are indecisive and lead to Longyuan's loss, you will regret it again, it will be too late..."

"Amitabha!" At this time, the old monk recited the Buddha's name again and said, "Longyuan is a spiritual thing. Whether to go or stay, it has its own luck. What's more, I never regret it..."

After saying that, the old monk's phantom dissipated.

After the old monk left, Fengshan Mountain fell into a dead silence instantly.

After a while, Xuan Zhen sighed: "Well... If you don't believe me, I have no choice. The person who came here is not weak. With the power of my Xueshen Palace, the chance of regaining Longyuan is slim. If you don't help, if Longyuan is really lost, you won't blame me..."

As soon as this statement fell, a man hurriedly answered: "What does Xuanzhen say? Longyuan and the List of Gods are the foundation of the people of the world. How can we play tricks? My family will order to capture the demon and retake Longyuan!"

"The same is true for my Yu family..."

"I will immediately notify all Xuanmen disciples to capture the demons and regain the Long Abyss!"

“…”

Fortunately, the old monk was the one who sang the opposite of Xuan Zhen. The rest of them, regardless of whether they were willing or not, chose to stand on the overall situation.

After a moment, when the shadows of everyone dissipated, Xuan Zhen accepted the Shinto Order and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

At this time, behind him, a phantom wearing a black cloak suddenly appeared.

"If you make such a big fan of this matter, you won't be afraid that they will find Feng Wuchen first. If you do all this, it will be in vain."

Xuan Zhen smiled coldly, and with a confident indifference: "Ha! If they don't make such a big fuss, will they not find Feng Wuchen? He has many old friends in the heavens and all worlds... It would be better to take the initiative to launch a pursuit order on him and disrupt his audio-visual activities. Instead, he will be scruples, fearful and dare not reveal his identity. As long as we find him first than everyone, we can perfectly control the situation!"

Speaking of this, Xuan Zhen paused, then shook his eyes and continued: "Speaking of this, the rest of the people are not worth worrying. What I am really worried about is the old bald donkey in Lingshan. I always think that he will see anything."

The black shadow thought for a moment and said, "It's impossible. In order to change the cause and effect in this place, you even used that thing. Not to mention that old monk, even if you are a god, you can't see the clue."

Xuan Zhen then dissipated the sadness in his eyes, nodded and said, "That's right, even if the old monk has suspicion, it is impossible to find evidence. It's a long night and dreams. You go there yourself and see people alive! Death to see the corpse!"

"good!"

“…”

After Dien Wuchen broke through the space, his strength was almost overwhelming, and he could only rely on the power of his divine body to avoid the pursuit.

For several days, Feng Wuchen had been wandering for millions of miles. He thought that the noise he made in Fengshan Mountain that night was so great that his old friends would definitely help him.

Who would have thought that after a few days, the reinforcements did not wait, but heard the news that the Shinto Alliance forces were chasing them.

Butian Holy Realm, Sanqing Holy Realm, Shenhuang Palace, Murong Family...

Although most of these forces may sound a little unfamiliar, it is not difficult to find the shadow of old friends after careful consideration. If it is true, it should be the Taoist tradition they established.

However, when they heard the news of their return, they not only did not come to help, but instead wanted to kill him!

For a moment, what Xuanzhen said to him before gradually came to his mind.

Could it be that he has disappeared for ten thousand years, and now the heavens and worlds can no longer tolerate him?

Is his return a trouble for everyone?

This is impossible!

Although Feng Wuchen strongly denied this idea in his heart.

But he understood that the easiest thing in this world to change is undoubtedly the human heart.

Ten thousand years have passed... Will the vows and achievements of the past really become indifferent under the erosion of time?

Feng Wuchen dared not gamble.

“…”

Another few days passed.

Deep in the Great Wilderness, in the Buzhou Mountains, Feng Wuchen was covered in a mess and fled into a certain valley.

The Great Wilderness was originally a dead land, but it was thousands of years ago when the great catastrophe came and the heavens established the Shinto Alliance, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack as a temporary stronghold.

Now that the catastrophe has passed, all forces have left such barren lands, and the once lively Buzhou Mountain has once again become desolate.

In the past few days, Feng Wuchen has experienced several battles of all sizes. He was able to survive until this moment with his physical strength alone, which is due to his powerful tactics, but until now, he has almost fallen into a desperate situation.

After escaping into the valley, Feng Wuchen quickly found a secluded cave and sat cross-legged.

Now he has no foundation for his practice, and he cannot even use his skills to heal his wounds. He can only rely on the power of his divine body itself to heal himself.

But in the past few days, he was very injured, and he was afraid that the pursuers would catch up until they recovered.

Feng Wuchen couldn't help but sigh.

I have to come back after thinking for thousands of years. Could it be that I will die like this?

Just as I thought of this.

Outside the cave, a sound came.

Feng Wuchen's face changed slightly, and there was a little surprise in his eyes.

"How could it be so fast..."

Just as he was ready to work hard.

The next moment, when he saw the figure rushing into the cave, he was completely stunned.

"you……"

But it was not only him, but at this moment, the man who rushed into the cave faced his eyes, and his expression was exactly the same as him, even worse than that, as if he had seen a ghost.

I saw that the man was eight feet tall, slender and upright, and he looked only twenty or thirty years old. At first glance, his facial features were almost similar to Feng Wuchen.

The most coincidental thing is that this boy was chased and killed like Feng Wuchen, covered in blood and was extremely weak...

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and the next second, they saw several black shadows rushing in from outside the cave.
Chapter completed!