Every God is the loser of that era, and the one who defeats them is the strongest of that era.

The vulnerable one in front of the Three-Foot Sword is not because they are weak, but because the three-Foot Sword is strong. In front of the real Taoist, if there is no Chaos Treasure help, the halfway is vulnerable.

These Gods are geniuses who have achieved supreme or even half-way states by self-understanding. They have all achieved this by relying on their own abilities. None of them has used the Tao fruit or other methods of skill.

Even at the same level, the Three Pure Taoist may not be their opponent, not to mention that they are half a level higher, and even practiced with the Heaven and Earth Dao for so many years.

The decayed Lord at this time can easily solve the Three Pure Daoist. The reason for this is just to deceive the other party and use the other party's strength to speed up the devouring Lord's escape.

"I'm about to come out. Don't you want to meet your former comrade?"

The Lord of Forgotten laughed loudly, looking proud: "This is your comrade-in-arms who have been in life and death. He once did not hesitate to take care of your own comrade-in-arms to help you. You are so ruthless, and don't want him to escape from the trap?"

"I want to see what you are going to do, and kill those three... no, four guys!"

There are many Gods, but they also have strengths and weaknesses, which determine their status. Forgotten is one of the nine patterns of the way of heaven. The status of the forgetful Lord is just as high as that of the Lord of Judgment, and is higher than that of other Gods.

With this order, the four gods immediately rushed towards the Sanqing Taoist and Yang Jian.

Chen Weiming was shocked. These four gods, the Taoist Sanqing and Yang Jian were impossible to be opponents. If you want to help, you don’t know how to stop them at all, so you can only watch the four gods kill out.

The building will collapse and no one can afford it.

When the disaster was endless, a white light suddenly appeared flying from the sky, like a wisp of gauze to the depths of several people. With one swing and one sweep, it blocked several gods like a barrier.

Three-foot sword... Chen Weiming was overjoyed. This was not the magical power of Donghuang Taiyi. I am afraid that only the three-foot sword could block God like this. If he came, things would have a turnaround today.

The gauze flew, and then a figure was seen as a flash of time, landing between God and the Three Pure Taoist.

After seeing the person clearly, everyone was stunned, and the Lord of Forgotten even shouted: "It's you... you are for nothing!"

It was not the Three-foot sword that came, but it was actually a vain sword, but it was this that made people even more surprised. In the past, he was the Western Emperor, but the vain sword could not be the supreme emperor. How could he be so powerful?

Today's Bai Zhaojue is very different from usual. He is no longer a jokey look, but cold and cold. He is surrounded by a man who looks quite young, and he is actually an acquaintance of Chen Weiming, Yang Zimo.

"It's this guy..."

The Lord of Forgotten also saw Yang Zimo: "I smelled Yang Fanhai's breath. This little boy is his son. That's not bad. My younger brother is here, my brother is here, and even my son is here. Are you here to see him off together?"

“It’s not just these!”

Bai Zhao refused to say coldly, pushed Yang Zimo away with his true energy and sent him to Yang Jian. He looked at the Lord of Forgotten and said, "There are also his disciples!"

"Disciple?" The Lord of Forgotten was stunned, and suddenly seemed to understand something, and looked at Bai Zhaojiu coldly.

I saw layers of white mist suddenly appear on Bai Zhaojiu, as if boiling water was boiling, covering people's eyes. After the white mist dissipated, I saw Bai Zhaojiu, who had just become a handsome man with starry eyes, eyebrows, arrows, and a beautiful and handsome man.

The Lord of Forgotten narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice: "You are not in vain, who are you!"

"Bai Zhaojiu is just a pseudonym for me!"

"Bai Zhaojue" looked at the forgetful Lord and said, "From today on, I will restore my deity. You can call me Ganhuang or call me... Emperor Zhuanxu."

"Zhuanxu...it turns out to be you!" The Lord of Forgotten suddenly turned angry: "You are not dead yet."

Back then, a group of gods rushed out. Although there were not many, they could still achieve their goal by planning carefully. Even if the Lord of Judgment was eager to attack hell and reincarnation, he could still control the world.

But unexpectedly, the Lord of Tianqi betrayed him at first, and he died with him at his own expense.

Emperor Xuanyuan came out again. He restored his memories of his previous life and took away so many Gods with his life and destroyed the portal.

Later, Emperor Zhuanxu dragged several supreme to death with the supreme body, directly destroying the purpose of controlling the Nine-headed Emperor and causing the situation to collapse completely.

For these gods, the Three-Foot Sword is indeed hateful, but Emperor Zhuanxu made them even more uncomfortable. After all, the Three-Foot Sword is the supreme, but Emperor Zhuanxu was just a supreme back then, and he could actually ruin his own great affairs. How could he not remember it deeply?

"I'm dead, but I'm alive again!"

Emperor Zhuanxu said lightly: "Do you think your master fell in love with me and can't bear to die?"

"Rare!" The Lord of Forgotten roared: "You will not have good luck today."

"This is exactly what I want to say to you!" Emperor Zhuanxu shouted loudly: "If you want to do something else, I can still bear it, but you actually want to touch my teacher. Even if your master comes, it won't work today."

"Kill him!" The Lord of Forgotten ordered loudly.

The closest Lord of Decay immediately gathered the power of decay and slapped Emperor Zhuanxu.

God's full force strike is so terrible that it almost reverses the world.

But Emperor Zhuanxu was not in a hurry, neither dodged nor avoided, and raised his hand at will and met him.

"boom!"

At the moment of concentration, countless energy flew away, and was immediately attracted by the swallowed Taoist pattern and flew towards the time limit. But before it flew into it, it was sucked into the body of Emperor Zhuanxu by a roll of the tulle.

"boom!"

There was another loud bang, as if there was a second wave of impact, and the air waves were noisy. Then a figure flew backwards and flew thousands of miles before stopping.

After seeing the defeated person clearly, everyone was stunned again. The one who lost in this battle was actually the decayed lord.

In terms of the competition of true qi, how could God lose to a supreme?

“There is something weird!”

Chen Pan, who was in the Pangu Axe Tissue, suddenly said: "His power does not seem to be his own... It's very strange, but it does belong to him. I seem to have seen this kind of power feeling."

"You are not the golden Taoist pattern you practice!"

The Lord of Forgotten also saw the clues and his expression became ugly because he could not see the power of the other party's cultivation.

"I never said that what I practiced was the Golden Way Pattern. Baizhao refused to practice the Golden Way Pattern, just because I happened to be good at it."

Emperor Zhuanxu looked at the forgetful Lord and said coldly: "I'm not afraid to tell you that what I practice is the Taoist pattern of the benevolent!"

"The Taoist pattern of the benevolent?" The Lord of Forgotten glared: "Xuanyuan's Taoist pattern?"

"Yes, not!"

Emperor Zhuanxu shook his head and said, "My grandfather's benevolent Taoist pattern is his battle for the world. And my benevolent Taoist pattern..."
Chapter completed!