Ye Wuque stood with his hands behind his back.

Yang Wudi sat quietly.

The two were hundreds of feet apart. A breeze blew, blowing their hair and the corners of their clothes. Two young gods.

People who didn't know would think that they were two close friends who had met after a long separation.

Yang Wudi gently picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea. A faint smile appeared on his handsome face, and he seemed to be quite satisfied with the taste.

"Do you know?"

"In fact, life is similar to tea. Some teas are bitter first and sweet later, some teas are sweet first and bitter later, and some teas are bitter at first, but they will turn sweet, and the fragrance of tea will last for a long time."

"But there is a kind of person whose life is born different. He uses his will to dominate everything. When to be sour, when to be sweet, when to be bitter, when to be spicy, he follows his own will, even fate cannot change it!"

"Such a person, such a life, should be high and mighty, and should be invincible all the way!"

"Ye Wuque, do you think you are such a person?"

Putting down the teacup and picking up the teapot to refill, Yang Wudi looked at Ye Wuque again, with a pair of eyes with a warm smile, which made people seem unable to have any negative emotions, and asked like this.

Ye Wuque did not speak, but just looked at Yang Wudi indifferently.

Yang Wudi didn't seem to care about Ye Wuque's silence, but continued to smile and said, "I wasn't that kind of person in the past."

"But since I realized it, I understand what the true path to the top is, and I understand that my choice should be..."

"Although you are trying very hard to show off, I'm sorry, I still can't help but interrupt you, because you are blocking my way, can you let me go?"

"By the way, your show-off is a bit stiff, and there is no sense of substitution."

Ye Wuque's faint voice sounded, interrupting Yang Wudi's words directly!

Yang Wudi's hand holding the teapot paused slightly, and then continued to refill himself with a cup of tea, then put down the teapot, looked down at the green and clear tea in the teacup, and a hint of regret appeared in his eyes.

"Alas, I thought I had met a peer who could understand me a little, what a pity..."

Immediately, Yang Wudi, who was sitting upright, slowly stood up, and a terrifying aura of dominating the world and being invincible spread out invisibly!

"If you want me to give way, of course I can."

"You just need to agree to a small request of mine."

Yang Wudi looked at Ye Wuque, took a slow step forward, walked past the long table, and then said, "Lend me your head, okay?"

The moment the voice fell, the atmosphere between the heaven and earth in the entire Shenhuang Treasure House instantly solidified! !

The wind stopped moving!

The dust solidified!

Only the terrifying suffocation remained! !

Ye Wuque, who stood with his hands behind his back, also showed a faint smile on his face, and said with a sense of appreciation: "You are pretending to be a bit interesting now."

Yang Wudi... smiled.

Buzz! !

Infinite light and heat suddenly bloomed from behind Yang Wudi, an ancient, majestic breath that seemed to have enveloped the sky thousands of years ago spread out! Behind

him, one after another radiance lit up, and the entire Shenhuang Treasure House was trembling slightly, as if it could no longer bear it and was about to break!

Ye Wuque clearly saw that from behind Yang Wudi, round after round of... big suns were slowly rising!

After each round of the sun rose, Yang Wudi's aura increased. When the sun behind him reached nine rounds, he had already penetrated the sky and pressured the ten directions! The

nine rounds of the sun emitted infinite light and heat, forming a huge halo behind him. From a distance, Yang Wudi at this moment was like a true sun god!

With a sense of holiness!

Ancient! Magnificent! Invincible!

"Such magical power, such aura..."

Ye Wuque spoke softly, as if he had thought of something, and his eyes slowly became deep as he looked at Yang Wudi.

Just by the overflowing aura, Ye Wuque understood that the power of the nine rounds of the sun was so powerful that it almost surpassed all the creatures in the entire Shenhuang Dynasty!

Even Meng Linghui's magical power was... inferior!

The nine rounds of the sun contained extremely terrifying power. Once it erupted, it would be enough to shake the world!

"You seem a little curious?"

With nine rounds of the sun covering his back, Yang Wudi looked extremely brilliant, glowing all over, like a true god. At this moment, he looked at Ye Wuque and smiled softly.

"You should be thinking that once these nine suns behind me explode, their power will be earth-shattering, right?" At

this moment, Yang Wudi's eyes seemed to have turned into two small suns, emitting a light that would make people's souls tremble!

Ye Wuque's eyes flickered slightly.

"Then you misunderstood. My magical power is called... Nine Extinctions of Holy Suns!"

"The key is not 'yang', but 'extinguishing'. How should I put it? Every time I extinguish a round of holy sun, my power will double. Nine rounds of holy suns can be extinguished nine times."

"About three years ago, when I challenged General Liehuo, how many rounds of holy suns did I extinguish?"

Yang Wudi frowned slightly, as if he had forgotten a little and was trying to recall.

On the opposite side, Ye Wuque looked at Yang Wudi who was thinking seriously, and his bright eyes finally looked at the first dragon in front of him for the first time.

What kind of person would tell the secret of his secret magical power to his opponent so casually?

Either he is crazy!

Or...

"I remember now! I seem to have extinguished eight rounds of Holy Sun, right!"

Yang Wudi remembered.

"Then Ye Wuque, how many rounds of Holy Sun do you think I should extinguish to take off your head?"

Yang Wudi looked at Ye Wuque with a warm but creepy smile.

"It will probably take about nine hundred rounds, if you have it."

Ye Wuque also smiled gently.

"Nine hundred rounds? Are you that powerful?"

"Not bad, should... Bang!!!"

Ye Wuque was struck by lightning, and countless sun-like lights on his body exploded, like a rag bag that was blown up, flying across the void, and fiercely smashed into the entrance of the treasure house behind him! With

a click, the palace gate was directly shattered, and the terrifying power spread, with a wave of destruction. Ye Wuque, who smashed the palace gate, continued to smash the outside of the treasure house, dragging a gully tens of thousands of feet long and seven or eight feet deep on the ground, and finally fell into a solid palace, which was instantly blown into ruins, even the dust and smoke were destroyed!

Above the ruins, the only thing that can be seen is a bottomless pit!

At the exit of the broken treasure house, Yang Wudi's figure slowly floated out and came to the void, looking down at the huge pit from a high place, but his brows were slightly frowned.

Behind him, the originally brilliant nine rounds of holy sun, I don't know when it has been extinguished, and it has become pitch black, like a black star floating there!

"I tried my best to hold back, and only extinguished one Holy Sun. You can't hold on?"

"Not that weak, right?"

Yang Wudi shook his head and sighed softly, a hint of helplessness flashing between his brows, as if he blamed himself for not holding back, and was even more puzzled as to why Ye Wuque was so weak.