"Who! Who? I am Ye Jian, the thirty-eighth generation descendant of Ip Man. If you don't come out, I will use my family's Wing Chun to serve you." King Zhou was also frightened by the sudden sound and jumped up.

He said while making Wing Chun gestures.

"The meaner? I don't care whether you are the meaner or the meanest, please stop now. Otherwise I will leave." After Ye Jian finished speaking, the voice paused, and then said impatiently.

"If you don't say it, don't say it! Do you need to be so angry?" Suddenly he felt that the voice was a little impatient, and Ye Jian also stopped. After all, he had just arrived in a place where he was unfamiliar with life.

He might be killed soon.

In fact, Ye Jian was also very scared. What he did just now was just that he wanted to vent his fear.

Moreover, this voice might be my golden finger, so it is better not to offend it, otherwise it will be discarded and I will not know whether to cry or laugh.

"Boss! Could it be that the reason why I traveled here is because of you?" After calming down, Ye Jian also asked curiously.

"No. Also, don't call me boss, just call me Lord Mingyao." This voice was made by Tang Mingyao, but he was still in the small world, and now he was talking to Ye Jian.

It’s just a time-travel of spiritual consciousness.

"No? That Venerable Mingyao, do you know how I got here? And what kind of place is this?" Seeing that he had traveled through time and had nothing to do with the owner of the voice, Ye Jian was also confused, so he

asked again.

"I don't know! Also, this is a prehistoric world, and now is the time to prepare for becoming a god." Tang Mingyao replied.

"Ah! The prehistoric world? Then I'm about to finish, right? There are as many golden immortals as dogs, Da Luo flying all over the sky, and there are many top-level worlds of quasi-sages, not to mention there are six saints and Taoist Hongjun in it. I

What kind of evil has this done?" Ye Jian suddenly started to wail when he heard that this was the prehistoric world.

"Shut up! Don't you still have me now? What are you afraid of?" Tang Mingyao scolded with black lines on his head.

"Uh! That venerable sir! What do you want to see me for?" After listening to Tang Mingyao's words, Ye Jian also calmed down, then scratched his head and asked curiously.

"Now is the period of conferring gods, and you are now King Zhou of the Shang Dynasty. Why do you think I came to you?" Tang Mingyao asked jokingly.

"To become a god?" Ye Jian was not a fool, and he understood after Tang Mingyao saw this.

"Almost!" Tang Mingyao curled his lips disdainfully and replied.

Tang Mingyao did not want to become a god, but he could not see that the future of the human race was arranged by the saints, so he felt a little bored and wanted to play chess with the saints.

"But, venerable sir, apart from my status as King Zhou, I don't have any cultivation at all. I can't help you even if I want to. What's more, the title of god was decided by Taoist Hongjun and executed by six saints.

I have more than enough ambition but not enough power." Hearing that this person actually came here to become a god, Ye Jian rolled his eyes and then started to feel miserable.

"Don't worry! I will take care of your cultivation matters, and since I'm here to find you, I won't be afraid of Hongjun and the Six Saints." Of course Tang Mingyao knew about Ye Jian's little thoughts. After all, there was no point in relying on him.

What do you mean by someone helping you, right? Of course, King Zhou is also one of the protagonists in the matter of becoming a god, but Tang Mingyao didn't care too much. After all, this time he mainly did it for fun, and it would be bad to worry about it, so he promised.

"In this case, don't worry, Your Majesty. If you ask me to go east, I will never go west. I will never frown when I go up the mountain of swords or the sea of ​​​​fire." When he got the promise he wanted, Ye Jian immediately felt relieved and said.

"That's right! Venerable, just tell me what you want me to do!" Ye Jian continued.

"I only want you to do one thing, and that is not to lose to the Western Zhou Dynasty!" Tang Mingyao said.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will do this even if you don't say it." When Ye Jian heard this, he would do it even if the owner of the voice didn't say it. After all, he is now King Zhou.

"Well! It's good that you know, okay. I'll leave first. I'll give you this skill and this spiritual treasure! Remember what I said, don't lose. If you lose, I won't save you.

Yours! By the way, I have covered up your information, so you don’t have to worry about being discovered." Tang Mingyao nodded and withdrew his consciousness after speaking.

"Alas! Venerable, venerable, didn't you say you would help me cultivate?" Seeing that the venerable was about to leave, King Zhou hurriedly shouted, but no matter how he shouted, the voice never appeared again.

"Alas! Is this venerable man lying to me? Where is the cultivation he promised?" King Zhou didn't get a response, so he sat on the bed and sighed helplessly.

Suddenly, a golden light penetrated the space and suddenly entered King Zhou's mind. Along with the golden light came a spear.

I saw that this spear was completely black and exuded a frightening aura. In the blink of an eye, it had not entered King Zhou's body.

King Zhou hurriedly sat down cross-legged to absorb the information in Death's mind.

"'The method of becoming stronger with luck'? What the hell is this name? But this technique is really powerful. As long as you have enough luck, you can break through to the Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian level." After absorbing the thoughts in his mind.

After receiving the message, King Zhou couldn't help but complain when he saw the name of this technique, but he was still shocked by the power of the technique.

"And that spear is actually a top-level innate spiritual treasure god-killing spear. Although it is only at the innate spiritual treasure level, in terms of attack, it is not much worse than the Pangu Banner, the most precious treasure in the world." After checking the requested information, King Zhou remembered it.

There was that spear, and he immediately checked it out. Finally, he found that the spear was actually the legendary Lingbao God-killing Spear. King Zhou was suddenly very excited.

No matter how excited King Zhou was now, after Tang Mingyao withdrew his consciousness, he walked outside the palace.

In the Fire Cloud Cave.

Fuxi and others sat and discussed.

"Brother Imperial! Do you know why the fate of the human race has changed recently?" Huangdi Xuanyuan looked at Emperor Fuxi and asked in confusion.

"The Conferred God Calamity Tribulation has started. This Calamity Tribulation will affect the human race. I don't know how many people from the human race will die this time." Fuxi counted his fingers and knew what had happened, and said with an ugly expression on his face.

"Anoint a god? What god? And why?" Seeing Fuxi's ugly face, Cangjie also asked in confusion.

"Those disciples of saints do not listen to the commands of heaven, so Taoist Hongjun established a list of gods, supervised by the six saints. Those who kill too many people may enter the list of gods and be driven by heaven forever." Fu Xi explained.

"This has nothing to do with my human race. Why do you look so ugly?" Isn't it normal to become a god like this? Why does Fuxi look so ugly? Cangjie continued to ask.

"It's okay if those saints act according to the rules, but I'm afraid that they will take action against the human race to prevent the disaster for their disciples. Because this time, the disciples of the saints will be the first to bear the brunt of the disaster. The origin of the god's calamity is very important.
Chapter completed!