"I'm sorry, I lied in front of everyone. I'm not the number one scholar. The number one scholar is my father.
My last name is not Ma, my godfather’s last name is Ma. I’m not your uncle either, I’m only eighteen years old!
Brother Wang Yu, this armor is for you. I hope you can take care of my biological father, adoptive father, and their families. They have offended the powerful!"
The sound dissipated, and the armor that looked like a statue with a dragon head and a human body flashed, turned into light, and merged into Wang Yu's eyebrows.
Song Zhixi was stunned for a moment, frowning slightly as she murmured, "Is it because of offending the powerful...that she committed suicide?"
Her family background is very rich, and she has read various ancient books. Some of the treasures just now looked very familiar to her.
But she couldn't remember it for a moment.
Zhou Ling glanced at Wang Yu with a hint of envy, and said with emotion: "Mr. Ma is really optimistic about you, Mr. Wang Yu!"
Wang Yu smiled bitterly, feeling very uncomfortable.
Song Zhixi couldn't remember it for a moment and didn't bother to think about it anymore.
"Brother Wang Yu, Brother Ma has also been very kind to me, and I also want to do my part for him. If the powerful person I offended doesn't have a very strong background, I can ask my father for help, and it should be easy to resolve!
Of course, I will keep your affairs a secret from my father!"
There was sincerity in Song Zhixi's eyes. She added this sentence because she was afraid that Wang Yu would worry about being guilty of possessing the treasure.
Wang Yu nodded and said, "That's perfect!"
Zhou Ling rolled her eyes and looked at Song Zhixi and said, "Sister Song, I'm a few years older than you, so I'll call you Sister Song. Although I'm not very useful, I can still help!"
Song Zhixi thought about it and nodded, "Okay, Sister Zhou, I will go find you!"
She did not ask about Zhou Ling's news, obviously she was quite confident in her own intelligence gathering ability.
Although Song Zhixi saw that Zhou Ling had the intention of "clinging to someone powerful", after this mission, she felt that Zhou Ling was actually worth making friends with.
At least she could feel that Zhou Ling's gratitude to Wang Yu for saving her life from Huang Fei was extremely sincere and obviously a genuine thank you.
Fan Qing said: "I am from the Fan family of Yinling. If you need my help, please send a message. My name is my real name!"
The four survivors chatted for a while, and soon the half-minute limit was up.
The light flickered slightly, and soon the hall inside Qinglong fell silent.
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Middle-earth, Yujing, the Prince's Mansion in the Eastern Palace.
In the quiet room underground, Wang Yu sat cross-legged, with all kinds of lights flashing in his eyes.
Wherever he looked, it was as if he was seeing through the void and seeing worlds outside the main world.
The magic power all over his body was connected, as if he was fishing, and the magic power condensed into silk thread, constantly enlightening him and me outside the rest of the world.
Those people, including old and young, male and female, are practitioners with profound magical powers and ordinary people.
As his magic thread touched, all the imprints of him and me were re-projected.
Once the projections were activated, they all emitted a violent aura of the peak celestial immortal level.
Following the connection of the magic thread, projections were continuously absorbed into his body.
When these projections gradually accumulated to nine hundred and ninety-nine, Wang Yu slowly retracted his Dharma body and stopped practicing.
Wang Yu's eyes showed a trace of fatigue, and he sighed slowly: "I have reached the pinnacle. Using the power of all living beings to cultivate is truly a unique advantage!"
Wang Yu slowly stood up and shook his clothes. He knew that he could no longer cling to the identity of the fake prince.
He had already glimpsed the bottleneck of the Secret Realm of Creation. As long as he absorbed one more projection, he would almost immediately achieve the Dao of Creation.
When the strange phenomena happen in heaven and earth, he will have no way to hide it.
Just when Wang Yu was about to leave, he suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. A young man with an ordinary face but bright eyes suddenly appeared in his secret room.
The young man's figure gradually became transparent, transformed into a projection, and instantly merged into his body.
"Oh no! Who is plotting against me? My realm is too strong to hold me back! Madam, save me!"
Wang Yu was horrified and was just about to contact his sleeping wife Li Qingqing, who was the ruler of the Southern Xinjiang Immortal Court.
As the strongest among those who have reached the level of perfect creation, he does not need the blessing of the Nine Heavens or Nine Netherworlds. Even if he is in southern Xinjiang, by using the fragments of the Nine Heavens, he can become a pseudo-saint with supreme power.
But the next moment, a set of armor was put on his body, which froze his thoughts.
The memories of the secret realm also echoed in his mind. Thinking of Chen Fei's face, Wang Yu's face twitched.
He knew Chen Fei's appearance, and naturally knew what his wife Li Qingqing had hinted at. He knew that this person was most likely a Heavenly Saint.
Various visions flashed on his body, and the hidden power concealed the vision of his breakthrough. Soon, he smoothly advanced to the secret realm of creation and became the Daluo Immortal.
Although he had achieved the status of the only Immortal Lord in all the heavens and worlds, Wang Yu's face turned pale. After a long time, he let out a sigh.
"This is difficult. I've become a stand-in, the one pushing Chen Fei forward to charge into battle. The original plan won't work anymore!"
The Wang Yu in the secret realm is the projection of Wang Yu's true self, transformed into another world.
At this time, the projection returned to its original body, and Wang Yu naturally obtained the relevant memories.
"The six most ancient saints, Yuanshi Tianzun, Daode Tianzun, Lingbao Tianzun, Amitabha Buddha, Bodhi Ancient Buddha, and Nuwa Goddess, were all sealed away by Yang Pan in the secret realm.
I didn't expect Chen Fei to be able to escape. I gave him my daughter, and he gave me a set of armor? "
Wang Yu now understands why the first Human Emperor was so hated and was besieged to death!
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