While the two of them chatted on the way, Fuxi had a general understanding of why Daoist Yang Mei had a conflict with the Qilin Clan.
It turned out that there was a 100-million-year-old divine medicine that had appeared.
Even though the Untainted Land was rich in resources, such an ordinary place was not a treasure land like Buzhou Mountain.
The appearance of a hundred-million-year-old divine medicine immediately attracted Daoist Yang Mei, who was cultivating nearby.
Just as Daoist Yang Mei was collecting the hundred-million-year-old divine medicine, a qilin was attracted by the commotion and came to check.
There was naturally no need to say what would happen next given the overbearing Qilin clan.
Unfortunately, this time, the overbearing Qilin Clan encountered a tough opponent. Not only did they fail to snatch this divine medicine, but they were also slaughtered by Daoist Yang Mei.
"You're courting death."
Fuxi commented. If he were in his shoes, he would have done the same.
What Fuxi did not expect was that when the two of them landed in the secluded valley, Daoist Yang Mei was as direct as before, wanting to sit down and discuss the Dao with him.
Fuxi did not refuse. After all, Daoist Yang Mei was also a late-stage Perfected Golden Immortal. He was top-notch in both cultivation and foundation.
Other than exchanging insights with Nuwa, he had never truly discussed the Dao with the other mighty figures of this world.
Being able to communicate with Daoist Yang Mei was of great benefit to him.
For a moment, the two of them really began to discuss Dao in the secluded valley.
Such a scene of meeting and discussing the Dao could only happen in this new era of the Primordial World.
In the later generations, with the end of the Dragon Han Tribulation, the Untainted Land began to be divided into orthodoxies. It was almost impossible for the mighty people from different sides to sit down and discuss the Dao with each other.
In the blink of an eye, a thousand years passed.
After a thousand years, Fuxi and Daoist Yang Mei had discussed the Dao. Putting aside how much Daoist Yang Mei had gained, Fuxi had gained a lot of benefits.
The most obvious thing was that his understanding of speed had improved a lot during his conversation with Daoist Yang Mei.
Although it was only a short thousand years, Fuxi estimated that his speed had doubled!
And this was the benefit of discussing the Dao with experts.
A word of unintentional advice from each other could save a hundred thousand years or even a million years of bitter cultivation.
As he conversed with Yang Mei, Fuxi gradually understood the personality of this Daoist Yang Mei.
Perhaps it was because the other party's root was the hollow willow, but this Daoist Yang Mei's personality was dull and straightforward. The other party's only interest was cultivation.
It was precisely because of this that Daoist Yang Mei was excited to see him, whose cultivation was similar to his, and invited him to discuss the Dao with him.
"I'm afraid that only someone with a simple personality like Daoist Yang Mei would return Hongjun's magic treasure after defeating him.”
According to Fuxi's knowledge, when Hongjun fought with Daoist Yang Mei in the future, all of Hongjun's Dharma Treasures were taken away by Daoist Yang Mei.
Later on, Hongjun was defeated and Daoist Yang Mei returned all of Hongjun's treasures.
Only an honest person like Daoist Yang Mei would do such a thing.
"May I know what kind of conditions I have to offer to ask you to help me once?”
As the two of them got to know each other better, Fuxi also went straight to the point and made his request.
When Daoist Yang Mei heard this, his willow-like eyebrows moved without any wind, and a hint of intelligence flashed through his dull eyes.
"You want to borrow my space god art?"
"It's not impossible."
"However, I only cultivate and don't want to get involved in karma.”
"If you can defeat me, I will help you.”
Although Daoist Yang Mei was dull, he was also an intelligent person.
Although he was still looking at the flowers in the fog, he knew that this was not an easy task.
His condition made Fuxi speechless. After pondering for a moment, Fuxi said to Yang Mei seriously,""Fellow Daoist, my Dao is the Great Art of Slaughter.”
"If you attack, it means life and death."
"Fellow Daoist, we can't resist it."
Hearing this, Daoist Yang Mei's eyes suddenly lit up."That's…even better."
How could Daoist Yang Mei endure Fuxi's words?
He had discussed the Dao with Fuxi, and it was obvious that he had some understanding of Fuxi's background.
Every mighty figure in the Primordial Era was proud and arrogant.
Although he acknowledged Fuxi's strength, he would never think that Fuxi was stronger than him!
The reason why he made such a request was that he hoped Fuxi would back off!
He did not expect Fuxi to say such a thing.
Daoist Yang Mei did not believe that anyone could kill him in the current Primordial World.
"Come on."
Daoist Yang Mei said.
Just as he was about to activate his magic power and make a gesture.
In the next moment, his indifferent pupils dilated rapidly, producing a huge fluctuation!
Daoist Yang Mei felt as if he had been struck by lightning. A numbing sensation spread from his back, limbs, and bones to the top of his head. Then, it exploded from the center of his scalp and spread to his head like dense ripples!
In his eyes, it was as if heaven and earth were covered. The shadow of a fist was the entire world, pressing down!
At this moment, a towering figure that seemed familiar suddenly appeared in the depths of Daoist Yang Mei's memories.
"You lost."
A voice rang out.
In front of Daoist Yang Mei, Fuxi's fist was only an inch away from him.
He had an extremely strong premonition.
If that punch had landed just now…
He really…
He might die!
In reality, just like what Fuxi said, he could not withstand this punch at least for now.
"I lost."
The corner of Daoist Yang Mei's mouth trembled slightly as he exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and said slowly.
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