Chapter 195 Stop Persecuting My Brother!

After a long time.

Taiyi left the Sun Star with Ziwei, carrying a complete list of more than ten thousand Daluo.

Somewhere in the Sun Star Region, Tongtian led the "Array Dao Group" to work hard.

Fuxi and Baichuan stood alone in a small galaxy, and set up a barrier to isolate everything.

With the blessing of the two, no one will be able to find any clues.

"Fellow Daoist Baichuan, this time... I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse." Fuxi sighed lightly, his tone melancholy.

"What is it?" Baichuan blinked:

"It has nothing to do with us, right?"

Fuxi was startled, then shook his head:

"No, what I mean is that there is nothing to gain."

Baichuan's eyes twitched.

Are you sure you are Fuxi?

"I thought I could make some money from Emperor Jun, but in the end..." Fuxi shook his head:

"This incarnation was released too early, otherwise it could be..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Baichuan quickly stopped Fuxi and said with shame:

"It's enough, you have almost comprehended the River Map and Luoshu."

Baichuan also felt a little regretful at this time.

Why did Fuxi take such a "road of no return".

Do you still want to knock Emperor Jun?

Do you want to destroy Emperor Jun?

You are almost prying the River Map and Luoshu, and the Sun True Fire is also about to be pried out. What is your next step? Do you want to turn Emperor Jun into a bald bird?

Fuxi blinked and laughed:

"Forget it, no more jokes, hurry up and get this merit and take it back."

Baichuan nodded solemnly.

They don't want to participate in the next thing.

The struggle between the Immortal Court and the Heavenly Court?

It is better not to get involved in this kind of thing.

If this "merit" was not very considerable, Baichuan would not have organized it.

If the truth wants to achieve merit and spiritual treasures, these are indispensable.

Speaking of merit, Baichuan felt a little uncomfortable.

Other "travelers" are all making all kinds of small inventions to make money from the Heavenly Dao.

Baichuan even built a villa and all kinds of "modern" things, but he didn't make any merit.

I can only say... there is no comparison.

"Daoyou, why don't you gamble?" Fuxi said with interest.

"What to bet on?" Baichuan supported his forehead and smiled helplessly:

"Bet on the victory or loss of the Heavenly Court and the Immortal Court? Do you still need to gamble?"

Fuxi chuckled:

"Now it seems that the advantage is in the Immortal Court.

"Dong Wanggong has a lot of luck. He took the Three Immortal Islands into his pocket, attracted countless powerful people to defect, and pulled the Taoist friend Xi Wangmu out of the mountain. Now the powerful people in the Immortal Court are much more than those on the side of Taoist friend Dijun."

"It's all fake. "Baichuan shook his head gently:

"Qisheng of luck is useless, just for show. Just to say one thing, when the Heavenly Court is established, the luck will soar, how many quasi-saints of luck will be accumulated out of thin air?"

Fuxi nodded in disapproval.

Qisheng of luck, although it is a quasi-saint, is the shame of quasi-saints.

In the final analysis, the accumulated luck is not even as good as some Daluo Perfection.

For example... In the eyes of Baichuan and the others, although Shi Lie is Daluo Perfection, but!

The quasi-saint of luck Qingde in the Immortal Court is definitely not Shi Lie's opponent.

The perception of Baichuan and the others is beyond doubt.

In terms of strength, there is a world of difference between proving the Tao with force and luck, merit, and other methods.

"Okay." Fuxi shook his head:

"Then I can only go to my senior brother Laozi. "

Baichuan: "..."

Can you please stop harming my senior brother?

Who are you? You are definitely not Fuxi!

So... a thousand years later.

"Three eight-turn golden pills." Laozi took out three eight-turn golden pills again, and said calmly:

"Xianting."

Okay, the Heavenly Court is stable this time.

Baichuan and Yuanshi supported their foreheads and looked at each other, with deep helplessness in their eyes.

'Every time you gamble, you will lose - Taiqing'.

I'm afraid this law can't be taken off.

Baichuan touched his chin, thought about it, and asked:

"Senior brother Laozi, every time you place a bet, can you feel that there is a mysterious power controlling you in the dark? "

Baichuan really doubted whether Laozi was given some kind of "Heavenly Secret Method".

Otherwise, how could the "strongest" person of the same period lose every time he gambled?

Laozi was slightly startled and looked at Baichuan in confusion:

"No, everything is my brother's original intention. ”

“Then it’s settled.” Fuxi grinned:

“Junior brother can defeat fellow Daoist Dijun.”

“Yes.” Laozi nodded:

“Xianting has more luck and a deeper foundation. If we fight, the chances of winning are 80 to 90 percent.”

Laozi’s analysis is very reasonable.

However, it is only reasonable on the surface.

From the perspective of number of people, luck, and foundation.

Both sides have their own advantages.

For example, Di Jun's biggest advantage is 'number of people'.

The Alliance of Ten Thousand Races, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races, the main feature is the word alliance.

In terms of luck and foundation, Xianting is naturally better.

The real force that suppresses luck is naturally different from Di Jun, a force that has not been completely rectified.

However... if Di Jun wants to succeed, it seems that he can make another fortune!

Baichuan blinked and suddenly thought of what to do.

Well, write it down first, and then discuss it with Di Jun.

Sure enough, Di Jun Daoyou's gold coins are more likely to explode.

"Brother, there are two junior brothers." Yuanshi smiled and said:

"Why don't we practice this Zhoutian Xingdou formation quickly?"

"Good." Several people laughed in unison.

"Wait, there is one more thing..." Baichuan's mouth corners slightly raised, eyebrows flying.

...

Somewhere in the Sun Star Region.

"Daoyou Bai Ze!"

A familiar voice called out, causing Bai Ze's heart to tremble slightly.

This voice.

Bai Ze turned his head suddenly, and saw,

A beautiful woman in a yellow dress was standing on a star.

The woman had a smile on her face, with two shallow dimples on the corners of her mouth, and a pair of crescent-shaped eyes blinking and flickering, very bright.

Her face was made up of some delicate light makeup, but it was a little...clumsy, perhaps because she had just learned it, or perhaps because she was not very skilled, but it could not cover up the woman's 'beauty' at all.

Hou Tu.

Bai Ze chuckled, and then the world was within reach, and he ignored Hong Yun's intentions at all, and crossed countless spaces to stand in front of Hou Tu:

"Daoyou, why are you here?"

Hou Tu pointed her finger at her lips and blinked:

"Well...if I say that I miss you, will you believe it?"

Bai Ze's eyes were dull for a moment, his eyelashes trembled, and his fingers froze for a moment unnaturally.

"Fellow Daoist, you want to eat the meal I made, right?" Bai Ze replied with a clever smile.

"Hehe." Hou Tu smiled and squinted:

"Then fellow Daoist, can you let me have a good meal?"

"Of course." Bai Ze nodded, then took out a full set of tools and started practicing.

The two of them tacitly did not mention anything about the Ten Thousand Races Alliance or the Zhou Tian Xing Dou.

At the moment of seeing each other, everything seemed unimportant.