Hua Wujue stood in the void, his robes restored to their original positions, with no signs of a previous battle.

But at this moment his expression was not cold, but rather a complicated state of confusion.

Ever since Pan's spirit disappeared.

There has been a sound in my ears that has never stopped.

[The weather is turbulent, I will reward you with some wildness points]

[놖There is a sword that can open the gate of heaven. I will reward you with one point of prehistoric value]

[I am a lousy demon who has nothing to pursue. I will reward you with three points of prehistoric value.]

[The founder of Pegasus Meteor Fist, the invincible messenger of justice, the absolute lord of the Holy Heaven Realm, rewards you with five points of prehistoric value]

Hua Wujue heard the dark lines in the sky...

Especially the last one, the founder of Pegasus Meteor Fist, the invincible messenger of super justice, definitely not the Lord of the Holy Heaven Realm?

This is just short of having the title of Lord of the Holy Heavenly Realm written on his face.

땤These strange names made Hua Wujue feel like he was back on the Blue Planet.

If he was not sure that this was really another dimension separated from the boundless Hongmeng, he would definitely think that the Emperor of Heaven Xu Changliang was playing tricks.

"Honghuang value..."

Hua Wujue put aside those strange thoughts and began to study the thing that attracted him from the beginning.

"It's very interesting. Everything in the world follows price. Such a concept in data can actually encompass all prices. I'm afraid it's a bit surprising."

Hua Wujue still has some doubts about the introduction of Honghuang value.

The cultivation has reached this point.

The more you understand the value of a product, the better it is.

Everything in the world, as long as you hope to achieve it, you will definitely pay a corresponding price.

Take for example.

Hua Wujue is the Lord of Fengdu, and his mother is just a mortal. If she unfortunately dies, according to common sense, she only needs to snap her fingers and she will be resurrected.

Even 놆永눃…

Can be priced...

There will be two souls in the underworld, falling into the eighteen levels of hell for eternity, suffering the punishment of disturbing yin and yang.

This is actually secondary.

The most fatal price is that you lose your sense of love. From now on, your environment will no longer be clear because you are tied up...

He traveled through five years of time and space and returned home again, just to fulfill his obsession of five years.

If you don't go.

Then his life will not be perfect.

If you have such a perfect state of mind again because of this kind of thing, the state of mind will be broken again.

It seems like nothing was lost.

But for a powerful person who has reached the highest level of cultivation, this is a fatal blow...

What's worse, the existence of Lao would even be remembered by some people and become a sharp sword stabbing Hua Wujue.

Therefore, Hua Wujue will not take the initiative to do anything, he will just let things take their course.

He doesn't interfere.

At the same time, do not allow others to interfere.

This is his "filial piety".

My thoughts were slightly restrained.

Hua Wujue decided to test whether this great value was an exaggeration.

"I want to destroy this world."

[One Great Desolation Value]

"We need to make this tree flourish."

[One Great Desolation Value]

"I want to make this mortal the supreme ruler of Hongmeng."

[One Great Desolation Value]

All worth a great deal...

Hua Wujue understood slightly that this primordial value was the lowest price for everything to be achieved.

No matter you want to make a leaf bloom, or destroy the world.

One great value.

Just their price.

After Hua Wujue had a vague idea about the calculation unit of this primitive value, he began to explore in another direction.

"You are going to come to another dimension beyond this void."

Hua Wujue's gaze was staring straight into the void, as if he was looking at the viewers of the Honghuang Wanjie live broadcast platform through the empty and mysterious void.

[10000 Great Value]

Ten thousand Honghuang values, this is the price of crossing the dimension.

True dimension, false dimension.

Hua Wujue didn't know who defined the two worlds in this way, but he was sure.

The guy who made this thing must have some unspeakable secret.

Because there is no distinction between true and false in the two worlds.

Otherwise...

Could it be that Hua Wujue is a fake person?

It's absolutely ridiculous!

"It is currently impossible to completely suppress the so-called Pan's spirit."

"Once you try to cross this dimension, the spirit body will descend."

Hua Wujueyuan's inky black pupils were very calm, and he did not seem depressed or complacent in the fight with Pan's spirit body.

Because it doesn't make sense.

He clearly sensed that the descended spirit body was not a permanent thing.

땤놆 is just a one-time clone.

It was as if he had been warned in this attempted crossing.

Even though he fought the spirit body to a draw, he was even slightly better than the other one.

But it doesn't make any sense.

Because as long as Hua Wujue tries to cross over again, a brand new Pan 녢 spirit body in its peak state will appear again.

Then there will be a whole new tug-of-war.

To Hua Wujue, this was naturally a meaningless thing.

It is impossible to completely suppress the spirit.

He cannot break through this dimensional membrane and reach another latitude.

Go and see what the so-called Zhenwei is all about.

"What a pity! Cui Jue should have informed Xu Changliang."

Hua Wujue sighed slightly in his heart. Even though he didn't want to admit it, in the current situation, if Xu Changliang was here, it would be a simple matter for them to work together to suppress a coiled spirit body. Now he wouldn't have to make a decision because of such a thing.

"Brute force is no longer an option. We can't go back easily now, otherwise everything will be in vain."

Hua Wujue had his own concerns, and the Ten Thousand God Emperors who were guarding the Lost Land had to send them over even at the cost of self-destruction, and he had paid a very heavy price.

If Hua Wujue goes back like this.

Then he couldn't find the first God Emperor of Ten Thousands who sacrificed himself and sent him to this land.

Think again and again.

Hua Wujue was silent as he took out a wooden flute with a red thread tied to one end and a word "Liang" engraved next to the thread.

This was given to him by Xu Changliang.

"If you need help, just blow it. Even if you don't need help, you can blow it if you want."

Xu Changliang's smirk flashed through Hua Wujue's mind.

"I don't know if it will work, but I'll just give it a try."

Hua Wujue had no time to think about what happened before the Emperor of Heaven at this moment. This other latitude was definitely closely related to Heaven and Hell.

Because of the dimensional split at that moment.

He actually felt the unique aura of the underworld...

It is purer than the one in the underworld, even richer...

"This time, it's no small matter, Xu Changliang, I hope you hear me."