Chapter 1075 The Death of the Scorpion, the Identity of the Ancient Emperor of Heaven (Two More in One, Ten Thousand Characters)

"Hoo hoo—"

The wind helped the fire, and the flames instantly exploded several times.

Zhou Shu and Cui Lin were dumbfounded.

God, what does this mean?

When others cut him with a knife, he still has to sharpen the knife for others?

Is this distaste for not dying fast enough?

There are so many ways to deal with the flames, he actually chose to use the wind to blow out the flames!

How much water does it take to be able to do this kind of thing?

The wind helps the fire, don't you understand such a simple truth?

"ah--"

The angel let out a scream.

His body is a divine weapon, and what a divine soldier fears most is flames.

Of course, ordinary flames can't hurt him at all.

But the flame that Zhou Shu cast with his iron-making hand, is that an ordinary flame?

That is the flame specially used for casting soldiers!

The most restrained is the magic weapon!

Originally, the flame might not have caused too much damage to the Tianji, but the Tianji couldn't stand it and gave a divine assist.

With the flames soaring, Tianji suffered a lot of damage immediately.

"Pavilion Master, today's witch, isn't there something wrong with his brain?"

Cui Lin spoke weakly.

"Maybe."

Zhou Shu said calmly, "Before he was sealed by someone, his brain may be broken."

Zhou Shu looked at the angel wrapped in flames and said.

"Tianji, the brain is sick and needs to be cured."

"You are captured now, and I will spare you and cure your illness, what do you think?"

"My surname is Zhou, I am at odds with you!"

The angel roared angrily.

It was just a small mistake, and it was still far from killing him!

Above the sphere, a black hole-like vortex suddenly appeared, and it began to devour flames frantically.

Zhou Shu snorted coldly, took a step forward, pinched out the magic formula with both hands, and the flame instantly changed into countless fire dragons, flying up and down to attack.

"Surnamed Zhou?"

Cui Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Zhou Shu's back.

He believed that he had heard correctly, the Heavenly Witch called the pavilion master, and he called Zhou.

The pavilion owner's name is obviously Wu Zongquan...

Cui Lin's heart was agitated, he knew that it was impossible for a master like Tianji to make a mistake.

Pavilion Master, you really have another identity!

Just to put it bluntly, how could it be possible for an unknown soldier in a remote town to suddenly possess the best soldier-casting technique in the world?

It seems that the biggest secret of the Pavilion Master is his identity!

But does it matter?

unimportant!

Regardless of whether the owner of the pavilion is Wu Zongquan or Zhou, he is the owner of the Tiangong Pavilion.

The owner of Tiangong Pavilion is the person in front of him!

There has never been a moment when Cui Lin recognized the man in front of him like he is now.

From the time when he was on the verge of death and the Pavilion Master fell from the sky and spared no effort to save his life, Cui Lin knew that his life already belonged to the Pavilion Master.

No matter who the pavilion master is or who his enemy is, Cui Lin will stand firmly with the pavilion master.

Even if it is an enemy of the holy, Cui Lin will not hesitate!

"boom--"

Cui Lin thought, and then he saw Zhou Shu slashing at the ball with his sword.

The scream of Tianji was heard, and the sword light was mixed with the fire dragon, falling on Tianji's body continuously.

The body of the divine weapon of the celestial being has almost no power to destroy it.

But hardly ever, not absolutely.

If Tianji is a person, with his current strength, Zhou Shu may need to spend more time to deal with him.

But Tianji is a magic weapon spirit.

Dealing with magic weapons, Zhou Shu is a professional!

Every attack he made happened to hit the most vulnerable part of Tianji's body.

Tianji didn't feel much at first, but as time went by, he found that his strength was declining at an extremely fast speed.

In just a short moment, Tianji felt that his strength had decreased by a full 10% compared to his peak period!

According to the development of this situation, it won't be long before Tianji is no longer Zhou Shu's opponent.

After realizing this, Tianji was a little panicked.

"How can it be!"

Tianji roared, "How did you become so strong? This is wrong! You shouldn't have this kind of power!"

"It's destiny, you shouldn't have this kind of power! You haven't even eaten a spirit fruit, why do you have such power!"

Tianji finally panicked.

Even if Zhou Shu said harsh words before, he didn't take it to heart.

What happened to the Forgemaster?

He Tianji has killed eight thousand soldiers if not ten thousand in his life.

The gap in strength cannot be made up by mere magical weapons.

Besides, it's destiny!

These four words are the natural moat that can never be overcome!

"Destined?"

Zhou Shu sneered, "It seems that this fate is destined, and it is not a certain thing."

"I'm out of destiny now, and I haven't seen what fate has done to me!"

"Heaven, only cowards will admit the fate! My fate is up to me, not up to God. No one can decide my fate. If anyone wants to do this, I will definitely pull them down!"

After Zhou Shu finished speaking, the light on his body soared again.

Tianji was terrified, and he finally realized that things were out of his own understanding, and that he might really die here.

According to the destiny, I shouldn't die here, it should be Cui Lin.

If Cui Lin didn't die, but died himself.

Will the Tiangong Pavilion fall apart?

In what direction will the situation develop in the future?

Holy, will you personally take action to set things right?

Countless thoughts flashed through Tianji's mind, and at this moment, the Heavenly Emperor Sword slashed heavily at Tianji's body with monstrous flames.

"Crack——"

A crack visible to the naked eye finally appeared on the sphere that had been damaged by the flames for a long time.

This sphere is the body of the celestial spirit.

If the sphere is damaged, it means that the Tianji is seriously injured.

With a flash of light, the angel turned into a human again.

A shocking wound appeared on his chest.

The wound, bleeding continuously, was difficult to heal.

He looked at Zhou Shu and gave up resistance completely.

"Zhou Shu, I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to how far you can go."

Tianji suddenly showed a smile on his face, looked at Zhou Shu and said, "If you can not die, then, see you in the next reincarnation."

"If you die, then we will see you in the next reincarnation."

After Tianji finished speaking, he spread his arms.

At this time, the Heavenly Emperor Sword in Zhou Shu's hand had already been cut out again.

"boom--"

With a loud bang, the Heavenly Emperor Sword, with boundless power, slashed at Tianji's body.

The smile on Tianji's face became even brighter, as if relieved.

"I'm waiting for you."

"Crack——"

The sound of broken ceramics sounded, and countless cracks instantly appeared on Tianji's body.

Then his body began to fall apart.

Within a few breaths, his body turned into countless tiny fragments and completely dissipated into the air.

[The Heavenly Emperor Sword you forged is successful in killing, and you will be rewarded with the power of the true source! 】

A barrage flashed past, and Zhou Shu felt the power of true source in his body soar again.

But there was no joy on his face.

To be honest, until the last moment, he didn't really want to kill the angel.

In the future he saw, the celestial ghost indeed killed Cui Lin, but in the end, the celestial ghost also tried to protect the human race in the ancestral land, but was beheaded by Zhan himself in the end.

He was a very complicated existence.

If possible, Zhou Shu actually wanted to save his life.

But there is no way, he and Tianji's cultivation base, once they fight to the death, if either side keeps their hand, it is courting death.

"Cui Lin should have died, but he didn't die now, and Tianji didn't deserve to die, but he died now."

Zhou Shu muttered to himself, "Now, has the track of history changed?"

To be honest, he didn't know.

Even if these changes, and the things at the Spiritual Fruit Banquet do not change, then the future will still not change.

If he can't fight against the sacred, then the Tiangong Pavilion will still fall apart, and the ancestral land will already perish. Zhou Shu, he will still spend this life in endless regret.

So, he can't relax until he defeats the divine.

"What do the words of the angel before death mean?"

Zhou Shu frowned.

What Tianji said before he died was very puzzling.

I'm dead, see you in the next reincarnation, and I'm alive, see you in the next reincarnation.

What does the next reincarnation refer to?

The celestial spirit is the spirit of the magic weapon. When people die and spirits disappear, he has no afterlife.

How could there be reincarnation?

"God, seems to know something."

Zhou Shu said to himself, "It's a pity that I didn't ask him why those saints targeted me like this."

"It stands to reason that even if I came from the ancestral land and strayed into the big world from the small world, I wouldn't be so afraid of the sacred."

Zhou Shu was very puzzled.

In the history he saw, those saints tried every means to put him to death. Even after he lost his cultivation and no longer threatened him, those saints still did not let him go.

In the end, he was even tortured to death by those gods.

Thinking about it now, Zhou Shu felt cold all over his body.

Without deep hatred, how could Sacred treat him like that?

It felt like he had dug a sacred ancestral grave.

"If given the chance, I really want to dig your ancestral graves!"

Zhou Shu thought coldly.

He is incompatible with these saints!

Of them, only one can survive!

"Master—"

Cui Lin looked at Zhou Shu in a daze, and he said weakly, "Tianji, dead?"

Until now, Cui Lin still feels a little unbelievable.

That's a devil.

Think about it not long ago, several false gods, hundreds of celestial beings were all beheaded by the celestial beings like melons and vegetables.

Even himself, almost died under Cui Lin's hands.

Such a strong man, under the hands of the pavilion master, seemed to be powerless to fight back.

Pavilion Master, how powerful is it?

At the beginning, it took so much effort for him to kill a false god Pang Tie, all of which was acting for himself?

With the strength he has shown now, killing the false god Pang Tie is not easy, and there is absolutely no need to blew up the Yuanshi Divine Weapon!

"died."

Zhou Shu nodded and said, "He wants to die by himself, otherwise, I would not kill him so easily."

Even so, it cannot deny the power of the pavilion master.

Cui Lin muttered to himself.

"Master—"

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Your strength—"

"Pseudo-god realm."

Zhou Shu said indifferently, "Not as strong as you imagined. When I meet Sheng Sheng, I will die now."

"Vice Pavilion Master Cui, there are some things that you should have seen."

Zhou Shu turned his head, looked at Cui Lin, and said seriously, "I'm not Wu Zongquan."

"What does that matter?"

Cui Lin smiled wryly, "The first time I met you, Pavilion Master, I told you that no matter who you are or who you are, as long as you don't harm Tiangong Pavilion, I will serve you forever." You are the master."

"I said it then, and I say it now."

Cui Lin said solemnly, "No matter your surname is Wu or Zhou, you are the master of Tiangong Pavilion."

"Aren't you afraid that because of me, Tiangong Pavilion will attract an invincible enemy?"

Zhou Shu said calmly.

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid."

Cui Lin said, "But if you are afraid, can you stop it?"

"I can see very clearly that I was the one who was going to be killed by the ghost that day. This has nothing to do with you, Pavilion Master."

Cui Lin said with a serious expression, "The Tianji wants to destroy the Tiangong Pavilion, not because of the pavilion owner. If it weren't for you, the pavilion owner, I'm afraid I would have died in his hands."

"It's not me, Cui Lin, who is conceited. If I die here today, and hundreds of Heavenly Venerates and several false gods are buried with me, Tiangong Pavilion will surely usher in a catastrophe."

Cui Lin said in a deep voice, "It was you, the pavilion master, who protected the Tiangong Pavilion. If it wasn't for you, the Tiangong Pavilion would be in crisis now."

"I don't know what the future will hold, but I know that now, Tiangong Pavilion cannot do without you, Pavilion Master!"

Cui Lin looked at Zhou Shu and said sincerely.

"very good."

Zhou Shu said seriously, "Cui Lin, I can promise you, as long as you do things for me well, as long as I am still here, Tiangong Pavilion will be there."

"I trust the Pavilion Master!"

Cui Lin knelt down on one knee, and said in a deep voice, "From now on, my Cui Lin's life belongs to the Pavilion Master. I will never say a word to the Pavilion Master what he asks me to do!"

For the first time, Cui Lin formally pledged his allegiance to Zhou Shu.

Zhou Shu helped Cui Lin up, and the two looked at each other tacitly.

Now, their goals are the same, and anyone who wants to destroy the Tiangong Pavilion is their common enemy.

"Pavilion Master, although I don't know exactly what happened, I know that something must have happened."

Cui Lin said seriously, "I'm afraid this world will change, I think, your true identity, Pavilion Master—"

"I know you will ask."

Zhou Shu had a calm expression, and said indifferently, "I thought I acted very well, but that was just my own thought. In fact, people already knew about my existence."

"In this case, there is no need for me to continue acting."

"Starting from today, I will face the next storm with my true colors."

"Vice Pavilion Master Cui, listen carefully, I am indeed not Wu Zongquan."

"My real name is Zhou Shu!"

Zhou Shu said word by word, his voice was like thunder, and when the last word fell, a white light glowed on his body.

In the white light, his appearance changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a few breaths, he has completely changed his appearance.

Compared with the appearance of passers-by before, at this moment, he is majestic and majestic. Just standing there, it makes people feel that this person should be the owner of Tiangong Pavilion!

"Zhou Shu?"

Cui Lin muttered to himself, firmly imprinting this name deep in his memory.

...

"Tat-tat--"

Blood dripped on the ground, making a slight noise.

Zhan staggered forward.

There was a shocking wound on his chest.

Around, dozens of Heavenly Venerates are ready to move, but no one dares to step forward.

A seriously injured false god, that is also a false god.

Before he fell completely, he was still a lone wolf who could kill!

Not long ago, in front of these Heavenly Venerates, Zhan beheaded their masters, who were also false gods, on the spot.

Even though Zhan himself was seriously injured, he survived after all.

"Those who are not afraid of death can make a move."

The divine light in Zhan's gaze was frightening, and he said coldly.

"Give it a try, you may become the first Tianzun to kill God!"

The battle language is sarcasm.

Those Heavenly Venerates, instead of moving forward, kept retreating.

The more Zhan Yue said that, the more afraid they felt.

The scene of beheading the false god just now was clearly imprinted in their minds.

They don't want to follow in the footsteps of false gods.

"If you don't dare to make a move, get out of here!"

Zhan Da shouted.

The long knife in his hand exuded a dazzling divine light, as if he was about to slash it with his hand in the next moment.

Those false gods were shocked.

"call--"

I don't know who was the first to run away, and the rest followed in an instant.

Within a few breaths, the dozens of Heavenly Venerates were completely invisible.

Seeing that there was no one around, Zhan breathed a long sigh of relief.

In fact, he has indeed reached the end of his strength.

After all, he is not Zhou Shu, he does not have the strength to kill false gods as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs.

In order to kill the false god just now, the price he paid was beyond imagination.

If those dozens of false gods really do something, he will really die here.

Fortunately, those people were frightened by him.

Zhan didn't dare to stay, although those people were frightened away, but in case anyone who was daring ran back again, he would be able to find out his situation.

At that time, if he really died in the hands of a Heavenly Venerate, he would be aggrieved.

Pulling up his last strength, Zhan supported his body with a long knife, and moved forward step by step.

He walked slowly and seemed in no hurry.

But in fact, he has no choice. Now, he doesn't even have the strength to walk faster.

In this way, Zhan has been going out for several miles, deep into the mountains and forests.

At last he saw a cave, and without hesitation he got in, and then mustered his last strength to seal the cave.

Only then did he fall to the ground on his back, lying on the ground without any scruples, panting heavily.

"Sure enough, any false god is not an easy person."

Zhan was full of fear, he thought that he had devoured so many spiritual fruits, and his strength was already in the middle of the false gods.

Think about how easy it was for Zhou Shu to kill the false god Pang Tie.

I am just challenging the weakest existence among the three thousand false gods, isn't that easy to catch?

Unexpectedly, even the weakest existence among the three thousand false gods almost overturned himself.

There were several times just now when he was about to die under the opponent's hands. Fortunately, he had quite a lot of combat experience, so he narrowly won.

"Fighting to the death is not the same as running for your life. When I fought against the pseudo-shenjintong and the others, I always ran away if I couldn't beat them, so I didn't give them too many opportunities to show their strength."

Zhan muttered to himself, "This made me have a wrong perception of their strength. In fact, any false god is very remarkable."

"The prince can easily kill the false god. It is because the prince is too strong, not that the false god is too weak."

"Compared with the prince, I don't know how much difference there is."

"I'm afraid the prince has seen this, so he asked me to challenge the false god."

"Only this kind of life-and-death battle can stimulate my potential. This time I discovered that a large part of the effect of the spiritual fruit I swallowed is hidden in my body. If I absorb them completely, my strength will There will definitely be a long way to go!"

"When I recover from my injury, I'll go find my next opponent!"

"Sooner or later, I will fight all three thousand false gods. By that time, I will be the number one expert under the holiness, except for the prince!"

Zhan's eyes were full of expectation.

...

The spiritual root of heaven and earth, a forbidden place.

In the cloud and mist, there seemed to be several figures sitting opposite each other.

An ethereal voice sounded, and it was unknown whether it came from that mouth.

"An observation subject is out of control, who is going to go?"

The voice was extremely indifferent, without the slightest emotion.

"There's no need to overdo it."

Another voice sounded, the tone was different, but the tone was exactly the same.

These few people seem to exist without the slightest emotion.

"At the banquet of the spiritual fruit, if it is out of control, it can be solved easily."

"Yang Zhitian, did you find it?"

Another voice sounded.

Several people fell into a brief silence, and after a full quarter of an hour, only one person spoke slowly.

"He knows us too well. Every time he shows up, he controls the time very well. When we rush over, he will run away."

"But it doesn't matter, he can't affect the overall situation."

"He can't affect the overall situation, but he may come to grab the fruit."

A person snorted coldly.

"Grab, he has to have this ability!"

Another person said coldly, "If he had that ability, he would have already transcended immortality. If he had already transcended immortality, there would be no need to do anything extra."

"There's nothing wrong with being cautious."

There was another moment of silence, and then someone said, "This time, it's the closest we've come to success. If we still fail, next time, I really don't know if we can get to where we are today."

"We will definitely succeed."

The sound gradually disappeared, the white mist became thicker and thicker, and those few figures gradually disappeared.

The surroundings returned to calm, as if those few people never existed.

...

"Master!"

Cui Lin bowed and said, "Half a month ago, the general killed the false god Wanpeng 70,000 miles away in the north."

"Then he lost track."

"It is said that several false gods have joined forces to kill the general."

Cui Lin's eyes were also full of admiration.

He really couldn't think of what the pavilion master wanted to do.

He would send a general to kill the false god!

Since the beginning of the world, this is probably the first time someone has killed false gods like this.

In the past countless years, there are only a handful of false gods who have not died.

But now?

In just a few months, is this the first false god to die?

The false god Pangtie, the false god Bianji, the false god Wanpeng...

Just the general alone has already killed four false gods.

He has already aroused public wrath among the false gods!

However, looking at the expression of the Pavilion Master, he seemed very calm.

"Pavilion Master, should we help the General?"

Cui Lin said cautiously.

In any case, the Great General is also one of the strongest forces in Tiangong Pavilion.

Besides, he is now representing Tiangong Pavilion to challenge the false gods.

Fortunately, there was him, who attracted the attention of all the people in the world.

Otherwise, for those people who died in the hands of Tiangong Pavilion because of the reward offered by Tiangong Pavilion, I am afraid that someone would have come to trouble Tiangong Pavilion because of them.

Now, everyone is attracted by Zhan's action to challenge the false gods, and no one cares about that little thing before.

After all these years, this is the first time someone has challenged the false gods in such a big way. The key is that he is still strong enough to kill the false gods one after another.

Now everyone is guessing who his next challenge will be.

In this world, there will never be a shortage of spectators.

"Need not."

Zhou Shu shook his head and said, "His affairs are resolved by himself, and Tiangong Pavilion doesn't need to intervene."

"I asked you to find something, how did you find it?"

Zhou Shu asked.

"Because of the feast of the spiritual fruit, all false gods kept Yuanshi in their hands."

Cui Lin shook his head in embarrassment, "No matter how high the price we ask, they will not give up the Yuanshi in their hands."

"Yuanshi Shenbing can't do it?"

Zhou Shu frowned.

"Yuanshi Shenbing is fine, but they all said that they must first get Yuanshi Shenbing before giving up Yuanshi in their hands!"

Cui Lin said.

In this world, chaos has already appeared. Even if you can't use such a good thing as Yuanshi, if you keep it in your hands, you may not be sure that it will be of great use, so no false god is willing to give it up.

On this point, Cui Lin was also a little helpless.

He didn't know what those false gods were thinking. Those Yuanshi should be sent to Tiangong Pavilion, and Tiangong Pavilion is the place where divine weapons are cast for the holy.

But now, all the false gods have tacitly chosen to keep Yuanshi in their hands.

"If you don't give it, then grab it for me."

Zhou Shu snorted coldly.

"Since you tell them well, you don't have to be polite to them."

"Start from the territory of the few false gods that have been challenged."

Zhou Shu said in a deep voice, "Their Yuanshi must be in their hands. If anyone dares to snatch it, they will be killed without mercy!"

Zhou Shu's face was full of murderous intent.

"I have already asked Hou Baidong to open the warehouse of Tiangong Pavilion. From now on, all the guards and magic soldiers of Tiangong Pavilion are enough. If they can make great achievements, I can even forge them with my own hands!"

"Remember, I want all the Yuanshi in the world!"

Zhou Shu looked at Cui Lin, "Can you do it? If not, I will let other people do it!"

"I can!"

Cui Lin gritted his teeth.

"Pavilion master, please rest assured, I promise, I will do my best to collect Yuan Shi!"

After Cui Lin finished speaking, he bowed and left the shrine.

After Cui Lin withdrew, Zhou Shu's expression became extremely serious.

The future seen in the stele is always like a knife suspended above Zhou Shu's head.

He didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

He must not sit back and watch those futures happen!

And if he wants to change the future, the only thing he can do is to improve his own strength.

For Zhou Shu, the fastest way to improve his strength is to cast soldiers!

If all warriors in the world had a magic weapon that Zhou Shu personally forged, then his strength would definitely increase at an incredible speed.

At that time, even if you have the power to fight the Holy One, it is not a luxury!

Therefore, what Zhou Shu urgently needs now is the materials for casting soldiers!

Especially Yuan Shi!

Although I don't know why those saints regard Yuan Shi as a forbidden scorpion.

But as long as it is what the enemy wants, he will definitely stop it!

Since God wants it, he will get it first.

From now on, he wants all the Yuanshi in the world!

He also wants all the materials for casting soldiers!

He wants to turn all warriors in the world into his laborers!

He wants to see, holy, why decide his life and death!

"The feast of the spiritual fruit determines who the next false god will be."

Zhou Shu muttered to himself, "These saints really regard the world as their chessboard!"

"But you don't have the ability to use me as a pawn!"

Zhou Shu's eyes burst out with brilliance.

"Ancestral land!"

Zhou Shu raised his head and looked in one direction, which was the gate of the realm outside Tongguan City.

After the incident in Yang Zhitian's tomb, Zhou Shu sent a team of Tiangong Pavilion guards to guard there.

He will not let people go to the ancestral land easily.

But after seeing the future on the stele, he already knew that these actions of his could only be regarded as better than nothing, but in fact they would not have much effect.

Sheng Sheng is really going to the ancestral land, those guards can't stop them at all. It's just that Zhou Shu doesn't have a good solution now.

Facing the sacred, no matter how confident he is, it is nothing more than self-comfort.

In fact, no matter how many things he does, he has no chance of winning.

Divinely powerful, it almost makes people despair.

"The identity of the angel is very problematic."

Zhou Shu said to himself, "If he can send invitations for Sheng Sheng, it must have something to do with Sheng Sheng."

"But back then he was taken to the ancestral land by the Ancient Heavenly Emperor. If he really belonged to the divine weapon, how could the Ancient Heavenly Emperor take away the Heavenly Witch?"

"According to the legends of the ancient heavenly court, the emperor of the ancient heavenly court is nothing more than a god of cultivation. In this world, he is nothing at all."

"A mere Celestial Venerable doesn't even have the qualifications to see the Holy One, so why can he take away the Holy Divine Weapon?"

"And Tianji, obediently helped the Emperor of Heaven to establish the Heavenly Court! This is definitely not something that a mere Heavenly Venerable can do."

"Ancient Heavenly Emperor——"

"And Yang Zhitian, what did he do, why did he go to the ancestral land!"

Zhou Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, he had a vague guess in his mind, but there was no evidence.

"If Yang Zhitian is the Emperor of Heaven, then all this can be explained!"

Zhou Shu said in a deep voice.

When he heard about Yang Zhitian from Cui Lin, he felt that Yang Zhitian's experience was very problematic.

Later, it was revealed that Yang Zhitian had died in the ancestral land.

But in the ancestral land, there has never been a legend about Yang Zhitian.

The owner of the Tiangong Pavilion, such a big man, if he really went to the ancestral land, it is impossible that there will be no legends left behind.

Even if he deliberately conceals his identity, there will be similar characters in the past.

This kind of person is like the light in the dark night, it is impossible to pass by without a trace.

Zhou Shu thought about many possibilities, and in the end, there was only one possibility left!

The Emperor of Ancient Heaven is Yang Zhitian!

Only in this way can it be explained why the Ancient Heavenly Emperor was able to take away the Tianji!

As the master of Tiangong Pavilion, Yang Zhitian is not a simple celestial being.

He is the most powerful pavilion master in the history of Tiangong Pavilion. If he said that he took away Tianji from Sheng Sheng, Zhou Shu fully believed it.

Moreover, Yang Zhitian disappeared inexplicably, and later it was even rumored that his tomb was in the ancestral land.

All of this is incomparably consistent with the experience of the Ancient Heavenly Emperor.

"If Yang Zhitian was the emperor of the ancient heaven, the god of heaven, why did he betray the emperor?"

Zhou Shu squinted his eyes and continued to think, "And Tianji's memory was once blocked by someone. The first thing he did after recovering his memory was to use Sun Gong, Yang Hong and Zhang San to lure me to the bank of Wangchuan River!"

"What is the relationship between Tianji and that mysterious person?"

"What is certain is that the mysterious person is definitely not the one who is targeting me!"

"It's not sacred, but he can come and go freely in the land of no man, and he knows the secret of the stone tablet at the source of the Wangchuan River. He also has an inexplicable relationship with Tianji!"

Zhou Shu's eyes shot out, "Yang Zhitian!"

"You are not dead!"

"A false god has a lifespan of 100,000 years. Yang Zhitian, as the owner of the Tiangong Pavilion, is also the strongest pavilion owner in the history of the Tiangong Pavilion. He definitely has the power of a false god!"

"False gods are basically invincible in places like the ancestral land. With the strength shown by the gods at that time, it is impossible to kill Yang Zhitian even if it is a conspiracy!"

Zhou Shu snorted coldly, the majestic ancient emperor of heaven actually faked his death?

"If Yang Zhitian is still alive, then the mysterious person I saw on the bank of Wangchuan River is probably him!"

Zhou Shu said to himself.

Of course, all these speculations are based on the fact that Yang Zhitian is the Emperor of Ancient Heaven.

It still needs some evidence to prove whether Yang Zhitian is the Emperor of the Ancient Heavenly Court or not.

The most direct evidence, of course - witnesses!

"Mu Yuan!"

Zhou Shu shouted in a low voice.

The ground surged, and a spirit insect emerged from the ground.

"Go and find me your elder brother Mu Zhixing."

Zhou Shu ordered.

Mu Yuan rolled his eyes in a very humane manner, then got into the ground and disappeared quickly.

After a while, Mu Zhixing followed Mu Yuan to Zhou Shu's shrine.

"What do you want me to do? I'm busy!"

Mu Zhixing said unceremoniously.

He was originally an informal character, and it was not the first day he met Zhou Shu, so there was no need to be polite about their friendship.

"Mu Zhixing, let me ask you, what's your elder brother's name?"

Zhou Shu asked straight to the point.

"My brother?"

Mu Zhixing was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Zhou Shu to call him over in such a hurry to ask this.

"Why did you suddenly remember to ask this?"

He and Zhou Shu have known each other for so long, and Zhou Shu has known who his elder brother is, but Zhou Shu has never inquired about his elder brother.

"Don't worry about it so much, tell me, is your elder brother Mu Zhitian?"

Zhou Shu asked in a deep voice.

"Who told you that my elder brother's name is Mu Zhitian?"

Mu Zhixing rolled his eyes, and said, "Could it be that because my name is Mu Zhixing, my eldest brother must be called Mu Zhitian, who is bigger than Xing? According to this principle, he should also be called Mu Zhiri, or Mu Zhi moon……"

Mu Zhixing curled his lips and complained, "The name Mu Zhitian is too ugly."

"Let's get to the point!"

Zhou Shu interrupted him angrily.

Just like how nice your name sounds, Mu Zhixing is not much better than Mu Zhitian.

"All right."

Mu Zhixing said, "My elder brother's name is Mu Tian, ​​and there is no such character as Zhi."

"Mu Tian?"

Zhou Shu frowned slightly, and his thoughts were somewhat different, but not too different.

Yang, wood change, sky, become Zhitian.

Mu Tian is Yang Zhitian!

Zhou Shu is now 80% sure that the emperor of the ancient heaven was Yang Zhitian!

"Yang Zhitian didn't want to be the master of the Tiangong Pavilion, why did he go to the ancestral land to build the Heavenly Court?"

Zhou Shu pondered in his heart.

If you really compare it, the Heavenly Court of the Ancestral Land is not comparable to the Tiangong Pavilion at all.

Even though the Heavenly Court has dominated the ancestral land for a lifetime, the strength of the Tiangong Pavilion is much stronger than when the Heavenly Court was at its peak.

You must know that there are not two Celestial Venerates in the Heavenly Court of the Ancestral Land, but in Tiangong Pavilion, there are hundreds of Celestial Venerates.

As long as you are not a fool, you will not let the owner of the Tiangong Pavilion go and go to the ancestral land to become a local emperor.

"Could it be, what attracts him to the ancestral land?"

Zhou Shu had some doubts in his heart.

A person like Yang Zhitian will have his reasons for everything he does.

He would never go to the ancestral land to build the Heavenly Court for no reason.

The point is, after he became the Emperor of Heaven, he even played a feigned death!

"Zu Di, what secrets are still hidden?"

Zhou Shu was full of doubts.

"My lord?!"

Seeing Zhou Shu in a daze, Mu Zhixing couldn't help shouting.

"What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with my big brother's name?"

"His name is Mu Tian, ​​so he established the Heavenly Court. I think this name is quite normal."

Mu Zhixing muttered.

"It's called Mutian, so you should build a heavenly court?"

Zhou Shu really couldn't understand Mu Zhixing's brain circuit.

"Mu Zhixing, your elder brother, is he really dead?"

Zhou Shu stared at Mu Zhixing, and suddenly asked.

"What's the meaning?"

Mu Zhixing was taken aback for a moment, and asked in bewilderment, "My lord, do you suspect that my elder brother is not dead?"

"How is that possible! If my elder brother didn't die, how could the Heavenly Court disintegrate? If my elder brother didn't die, wouldn't those people like them wither everywhere?"

"impossible!"

Mu Zhixing shook his head resolutely.

If his elder brother hadn't died, the heaven would not have collapsed, and he and Zhan would not have had to live in hiding for so many years.

"Did you see your elder brother's body with your own eyes?"

Zhou Shu asked.

"Although I didn't see it, many of them have seen it."

Mu Zhixing said in a deep voice, "My lord, what happened, why did you suddenly remember to ask this!"

Ju Zhixing's expression was unusually serious.

Zhou Shu kept staring at him, and Mu Zhixing's reaction was very normal, no fake expression could be seen at all.

Judging from his reaction, he really thought Mu Tian was dead.

"He is a ruthless person, even his own brother is kept in the dark!"

Zhou Shu said to himself in his heart.

"Mu Zhixing, I'm going back to my ancestral land, you come with me."

Zhou Shu pondered for a moment, then suddenly said.

"Back to the ancestral land? What to do?"

Mu Zhixing froze for a moment, and said in doubt.

"Go back and check one thing."

Zhou Shu said in a deep voice, "The Emperor of Ancient Heaven, that is, your elder brother, left something in the ancestral land. We are going to find it."

"Leave something? What? Why don't I know?"

Mu Zhixing said with a puzzled face.

"When you find it, you'll know."

Zhou Shu said calmly.