After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

The mountainous terrain, unique to the outskirts of Luomen City, began to emerge from the black mist.

Except when it gets dark.

After the black mist dissipated, the sky was still pitch black. Zhou Yan, Xiao Yanjun, and Jiu Feng all looked up one after another, staring at the darkness in the sky with their mouths agape in slight surprise.

After a few seconds, Little Yama lowered his head and spoke to Zhou Yan.

"Little guy, you just said it, didn't you? The corpse that just died was Uncle Zhu, not Zhu Jiu Ba Qi↓珋潞¨_三÷〉俬)泤耳玥'〖费群「@：阴？"

Zhou Yan nodded silently.

Zhou Yan didn't know if Zhu Bo, the eldest son of Zhulong, had the ability to turn the world dark when he closed his eyes and turn the world light when he opened them, but Zhu Jiuyin definitely did.

Just now, Zhu Bo was killed by a "wife's sword," and the sky had not yet recovered from the darkness. This phenomenon illustrates one thing.

Regardless of Zhu Bo, the real Zhu Jiuyin might still be in the shadows, raising his head and closing his eyes towards this place.

Even though Zhu Bo has been resurrected elsewhere, Zhu Jiuyin has not yet shifted his attention away from himself.

Regardless of what Zhu Jiuyin was really thinking, Zhou Yan felt a chill run down his spine just from that action.

Zhu Jiuyin, having heard Arona's words, already had a bad relationship with him. Now that he knows he's so weak, does he really not want to find an opportunity to kill him?

Taking advantage of someone's illness to kill them is not a privilege reserved for ordinary people.

"I'm going to take a walk around the neighborhood."

Little Yama retracted his Siyou Imperial Carriage, and with a flick of the reins, the white mist driving the carriage turned it around and headed to explore the surrounding area.

Jiufeng moved closer to Zhou Yan, hugged his arm, and asked.

"It's okay. When Zhu Jiuyin arrives later, Xiao Yan and I will fight him together."

Jiufeng refused to believe that even if she and Zhou Yan combined couldn't defeat Zhujiuyin, they couldn't escape.

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Zhou Yan and Zhuque have a good relationship, Qinglong still owes Zhou Yan a favor, Jiufeng and Baihu have a good relationship, and Xuanwu will not allow Zhujiuyin to cause trouble on the territory of the Eastern Xia Alliance.

Therefore, if Zhu Jiuyin dares to make a move, he will not be facing a young Bai Ze and a newly divined Jiu Feng, but a total of six divine beasts plus the Eastern Dipper Star Lord.

Zhou Yan gently patted Jiu Feng's head, and Jiu Feng leaned against Zhou Yan's chest with a grin.

"It's not that easy..."

Zhou Yan landed with Jiu Feng.

This whole mess isn't just about Zhu Jiuyin. Zhou Yan estimates that, based on his connections from his past life, there are at least eighty to a hundred people stirring things up, including the gods who were just watching the drama unfold.

These eighty or one hundred deities might have some limitations; they can't personally participate in the boxing match between Zhu Jiuyin and his son, a mixed doubles match against Bai Ze. But who knows, they might be able to do what some parasitic, exploitative detective from the Serious Crimes Unit did when he helped some delivery guy fight against the senior disciple Duan Shui Liu.

Stand outside the ring and throw a hammer, a grenade, a fruit knife, or something.

Therefore, it is quite normal for a God-Slaying Whip to fall from the sky and hit Zhou Yan on the head when he was fighting with Zhu Jiuyin, and it is also understandable that a three-pointed double-edged sword would fall from the sky.

Who knows, halfway through the fight, just when Zhou Yan was about to gain the upper hand, a piece of the Heaven-Turning Seal might fall down and land right on Zhou Yan's head.

Not to mention that while Zhu Jiuyin was fighting, the Golden Dragon Scissors, the Seven Birds and Five Fires Fan, the Hunyuan Golden Bucket, and other items suddenly fell from his body.

As an ancient deity, Zhu Jiuyin probably doesn't need to explain, "As everyone knows, it's normal for me, the ancient dragon ancestor, to carry some divine artifacts."

Then all the gods in heaven watched as Zhu Jiuyin, on the mortal realm, brutally beat the white-haired beast.

Zhou Yan's expression grew increasingly grim as he thought about it. (Tumor)

They were already ganged up on by the gods of Nantianmen last time, are they going to repeat the same mistake now?

"A butterfly enters my dream; I am in a butterfly dream."

What's the difference between dreaming and waking up? (IV)

Wandering through the rolling dust of the mortal world and the flowing light of time and space, child

Who's right and who's wrong is up to someone to meddle with...

Is someone calling?

Zhou Yan took out his phone; the caller ID showed an unknown number.

After the call connected, a voice that Zhou Yan had never heard before came out.

"Is it Zhou Yan, or rather, Bai Ze?"

"Um, who are you?"

“I am Zhu Bo.”

Zhou Yan's expression changed slightly. Jiu Feng, in the young man's arms, looked up at Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan put his finger to his lips and made a gesture for silence.

Jiufeng lowered her head and remained silent.

"You're amazing."

Uncle Zhu's voice on the phone was filled with helplessness.

"I originally came here to challenge you to a one-on-one match, but you actually called in reinforcements!"

Zhou Yan thought of the "Wife Sword".

"Foreign reinforcements? Who helped me, hmm, kill you?"

"Hehe, you'll find out later. I'm looking forward to seeing your despair then."

"Despair?! What do you mean?"

You'll understand later.

Zhou Yan clearly heard the sarcasm in Zhu Bo's tone, as if he was expecting something interesting to happen.

Zhou Yan remained silent for a few seconds before speaking again.

“I have a friend who used to like keeping things a secret, just like you. Last time he went out, he was stabbed more than 800 times. Every stab avoided vital organs. He went to the hospital and got more than 100 stitches, but none of them actually stitched up the wound.”

"Alright, alright, Bai Ze, stop with this useless nonsense. I'm scared of being beaten, I admit defeat. So let's stop talking about this rubbish. I have something I want to talk to you about. Can you spare a little time to have a meal with me?"

Zhou Yan's voice weakened.

“Bixia Yuanjun and I have no relation. I am innocent with her.”

Zhou Yan had at most drunk the wine that Bixia Yuanjun had drunk; otherwise, he hadn't even touched it.

Zhou Yan felt wronged for being associated with Bixia Yuanjun.

"You don't actually think that when other people tell me that you and Bixia Yuanjun have an affair, they just want to see that you and Bixia Yuanjun do nothing to each other, do you?"

"Nobody cares about your relationship with Bixia Yuanjun; they just want to see you and me fight like dogs."

Zhou Yan: “(?_?)”

Who is stirring up trouble?

Zhou Yan clenched his fist.

"I'm going to beat him up."

"Well, those guys are in the Heavenly Court. Bai Ze, if you have the guts, go ahead and do it. If you kill all the gods in the Heavenly Court, there will definitely be some who are innocent. If you kill nine and let one go, there will definitely be some who escape."

Who wouldn't want to see the funny person become the funny person themselves?

Zhou Yan: “(?-ι_-｀)”

Well, I dare not go to the Heavenly Court. The South Heavenly Gate is already dangerous enough. If I go to the Heavenly Court, I'm afraid the other gods will skin me alive, skewer me on a stick, and slowly roast me over a low fire. Once I'm cooked through, they'll cut off a piece of my flesh.

Even the best pork belly from Lizhuang is no better than this.

"So let's come over and talk."

Uncle Zhu's voice softened considerably.

"Let's be open about this, have a good talk, and come up with a solution that we can all accept."

Zhou Yan looked up at Fei Qun: "Looking at the gloomy night sky."

It is true that it is easy to dodge a spear in the open but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. If we can talk face to face, even if we still have to fight in the future, it is better than not knowing how to defend ourselves now.

"I understand, time and place."

"I knew you were easy to talk to, Bai Ze. As for the time, anytime is fine. As for the place, well, Peony City, Dahe Prefecture, Deep Sea Gallery."

Chapter Four Meeting

The Siyou Imperial Carriage emerged from the black mist behind Zhou Yan, enveloped in its own black fog.

Behind the coachman Bai Qi, the curtain door was opened, and Little Yama peeked out from inside.

"Huh? This is..."

Little Yama looked at the huge dragon corpse in front of the carriage with a puzzled expression. Zhou Yan put Jiu Feng aside and stared at the dragon corpse as he spoke.

"It's Zhubo, that is, um, Bixia Yuanjun's fiancé."

Zhou Yan used his omniscience to confirm again that the corpse's name was indeed Zhu Bo, not Zhu Jiuyin.

A divine dragon like Zhujiuyin shouldn't have died so easily here; it would be much easier to accept if it were his son.

The Nine-Phoenix, which was floating in mid-air, glanced at Little Yama, but said nothing.

As a true god, it's normal for Zhou Yan to have a few awakened friends. As for who these awakened friends are and what their bloodlines are, most of the time, they won't say unless they take the initiative to do so, otherwise it would be offensive.

Because for most Awakened Ones, their Awakened Bloodline is roughly equivalent to the direction of their abilities and even their weaknesses.

Although Jiufeng was curious about the relationship between Little Yama and Zhou Yan, she dared not offend him.

Little Yama looked at Zhou Yan with surprise and spoke through telepathy.

"Xiao Yan, you're something else! You slept with someone's wife and then killed her fiancé."

Zhou Yan was both amused and exasperated (he also transmitted his voice secretly).

"Putting aside the fact that I have no connection with Bixia Yuanjun, how could I be so powerful as to kill Zhubo so easily?"

Zhou Yan looked at the "wife sword" stuck between Zhu Bo's eyebrows.

Seemingly sensing Zhou Yan's gaze, the "wife sword" flashed and then dimmed.

Countless points of light radiated outward from the "Wife Sword," which itself began to dim, become transparent, and eventually disappear.

The corpse of Zhu Bo, whose "wife sword" was no longer between his eyebrows, trembled, and two streams of hot white steam spewed out from the nostrils of the dragon head.

Zhou Yan, Jiu Feng, and Xiao Yan Jun all changed color.

The true god is immortal, and this Zhu Bo has turned into a corpse—oh no, he's been resurrected?

This "wife sword" is useless; it only lasted a short while before it gave out.

It wasn't as bad as Zhou Yan and Little Yama had imagined. After Zhu Bo's corpse exhaled two breaths from its nostrils, it stopped moving, but large wisps of black energy emanated from its dragon-scale-covered body.

Like a deflated balloon, Zhu Bo's body began to rapidly wither and shrink. In less than a minute, Zhu Bo's body, having shrunk to its limit, turned into powder and fell to the ground.

The corpses that filled almost the entire suburbs outside Roman City were gone just like that.

Inside the Siyou Imperial Carriage, Little Yan 5 clenched his fingers a few times before speaking. +±four‖"｝⊙☆

"I didn't sense Zhu Bo's soul."

Even though Zhu Bo was dead, his primordial spirit and soul should still be there. However, Xiao Yanjun, the Central Ghost Emperor, did not sense any trace of Zhu Bo's primordial spirit and soul.

Zhou Yan hummed in agreement.

Zhu Bo should not be dead. This eldest son of Zhu Jiuyin should be a true god. After being killed, he should be qualified to be resurrected by any means. However, he seemed to be suppressed by the "Wife Sword" before, which made it difficult for him to be resurrected. Just now, as soon as the "Wife Sword" disappeared, Zhu Bo regained his ability to be resurrected.

The surrounding black mist slowly dissipated.

The mountainous terrain, unique to the outskirts of Luomen City, began to emerge from the black mist.

Except when it gets dark.

After the black mist dissipated, the sky was still pitch black. Zhou Yan, Xiao Yanjun, and Jiu Feng all looked up one after another, staring at the darkness in the sky with their mouths agape in slight surprise.

After a few seconds, Little Yama lowered his head and spoke to Zhou Yan.

"Little guy, didn't you just say that the corpse that just died was Zhu Bo, not Zhu Jiuyin?"

Zhou Yan nodded silently.

Zhou Yan didn't know if Zhu Bo, the eldest son of Zhulong, had the ability to turn the world dark when he closed his eyes and turn the world light when he opened them, but Zhu Jiuyin definitely did.

Just now, Zhu Bo was killed by a "wife's sword," and the sky had not yet recovered from the darkness. This phenomenon illustrates one thing.