Honghuang: I, the ancestor of the Dragon Clan, will never leave seclusion!

"Is it true..."

Zhen Yuanzi whispered in disbelief, looking at Fuxi, and suddenly reacted.

"But Daoist, you clearly said before that you preached sanctification with the Hongmeng Purple Qi of Hongyun's year." Zhen Motoko asked.

"That's why the poor road is still here." Fuxi turned around with a lonely face.

"Back then, Hongjun Dao Ancestor deliberately did not separate this sanctification from the Heavenly Dao saint, because at this time, it was not suitable for preaching sanctification."

"Not suitable for preaching sanctification?" Zhen Motoko was once again sluggish.

"Good!" Fuxi nodded, the expression on his face fell again, and said in a deep voice: "Cultivator, it is the creation practice of heaven and earth.

"To preach sanctification, it is even more against the heavens, and if you fit the avenue, you will fully grasp this avenue in the midst of the flood."

"In the midst of the flood desolation, other cultivators can no longer sense this avenue, and even, they can make this avenue invisible to the flood desolation and interfere with the operation of the flood desolation world."

"So... Only then did Hongjun Dao Ancestor now join the Dao, as well as the eight Heavenly Dao Saints in his mouth. "

Only the birth of eight Heavenly Dao Saints, plus the Hongjun Dao Ancestor who is in line with the Heavenly Dao, can eternal Hongjun Three Thousand Avenues."

"At that time, he will have become a saint of the Harmony Dao, and he will no longer be able to interfere with the Three Thousand Avenues in the Flood Desolation."

"Until then... It is when this method of preaching is practiced in the world, and it is the flourishing era of cultivation in the flood and famine! Zhen

Yuanzi was a little dizzy by the big news, and looked at Fuxi in front of him blankly.

"And now, it is not the time when our Harmony Dao Saint was born, if it weren't for this Hongmeng Purple Qi Protective Body, I am afraid that the poor Dao would have been..."

Fuxi shook his head, his expression lonely.

"Even so, the poor road now needs to be in the Fire Cloud Cave of Yongzhen, waiting for the arrival of the true cultivation prosperous era."

Fuxi turned around, his back was desolate, and he walked towards the Fire Cloud Cave step by step, and one by one esoteric gossip runes splashed where Fuxi landed.

In an instant, an incomparably mysterious array enveloped the entire Fire Cloud Cave.

At the same time, Fuxi's breath was completely isolated.

"This..."

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the scene in front of him, but his heart was indescribably bitter.

Sanctify preaching at a time when it should not be preaching!

Fuxi Daoyou should have been so spirited, but now, he was imprisoned in this small fire cloud cave.

"Fuxi Daoyou, please rest assured, this Terran, the poor Dao protects!" Zhen Yuanzi said solemnly.

Even if he did not inform Hong Yun of his reincarnation, just relying on the news in Fuxi's mouth at this time was enough for Zhen Yuanzi to respond to Fuxi's request.

In the Fire Cloud Cave, Fuxi heard the voice of Yuanzi outside the cave, and his face was relieved.

"That being the case, the Terrans will ask the town..."

"Daring—"

Suddenly, Fuxi shouted.

Then, in Zhen Yuanzi's stunned gaze, he directly smashed the large array that shrouded the Fire Cloud Cave and soared into the sky.

Then a large mana hand fell towards the distant flood.

"This... This..." Zhen Yuanzi raised his finger and pointed at Fuxi in mid-air, trembling all over, his eyes full of disbelief.

This is the third time today that Zhen Yuanzi has made such a gaffe.

Before today, his town Yuanzi ran rampant for hundreds of millions of years, and the number of gaffes was not as high as today.

In mid-air, Fuxi floated down, and there were words in his mouth.

"Dare to find trouble with the Terrans, if it weren't for the sake of old acquaintances, this emperor slapped you to death."

The moment it fell back into the Fire Cloud Cave, the broken array suddenly returned to its original state, and then...

"In this case, that Terran will ask Zhenyuan Daoyou!" Fuxi's gentle voice reached Zhen Yuan's ears.

Zhen Yuanzi: "..."

Until the time of leaving, Zhen Yuanzi's brain was still chaotic, and his eyes were full of dazedness.

And on the way back to Wuzhuang Guan, Zhen Yuanzi realized what Fuxi's previous anger was, and what the palm that fell was.

It turned out that after Fuxi was sanctified and left with Nuwa.

Above Mount Tai, although the Terrans were reluctant, they also accepted it.

It's just that at this time, the demon handsome of the once demon clan, Nine Babies, suddenly appeared near Mount Tai.

It seems that he is unwilling to let the demon race decline, thinking that Fuxi betrayed the demon clan, and he is angry for a while, crazy and wantonly wants, wanting to slaughter the human race.

You must know that these nine babies are a quasi-saint-level peerless murderer, and among the human race, there is no quasi-saint at this time, how can they resist the slaughter of the nine infants.

And just when the Nine Babies appeared in their true bodies and prepared to slaughter Tarzan Feng Zen, they were ready to leave the backbone of the Terrans.

A big hand that covered the sky descended from the sky, slapped the ferocious beast out of the territory of the Terrans, and suppressed it.

Just....

For this day, the reincarnation of Red Cloud mentioned by Fuxi is also good, or the secret news of the saint.

Zhen Yuanzi didn't know whether he should believe it or not, or believe some, or not believe some.

......

Outside the territory of the Terrans.

Above a swamp of mountains and rivers, a gossip symbol looms in the void, exuding a weak light, suppressing the creatures in the swamp.

Above the swamp, several figures hung in the air, looking at the nine sealed fierce beasts in the swamp below.

"Sure enough, it's the Nine Babies, that's right."

One of the figures spoke, his voice low.

"He... How could he be so, how could he be so! The other figure had extreme unwillingness in his eyes, turned to look at the other people, and roared in a low voice.

"Why can't it be... You didn't hear his sermon, Renhuang Fuxi, Renhuang... And not the Xi Emperor of my demon clan. Demon Shuai Yingzhao said in a low voice and bitterly.

"But even so, thinking of the old feelings, he shouldn't be like..." The handsome ghost car who did not dare to speak before still wanted to say something.

"Okay, shut up, ghost car!" Shang Yang interrupted the ghost car, and then said in a low voice.

"If we really don't miss the old feelings, what we see at this time is not the sealed nine babies, but the dead nine babies."

"Okay!" On the side, Bai Ze also said indifferently.

"The Xi Emperor has been working diligently in the demon clan for hundreds of millions of years, rushing for the growth of my demon clan, and even in the final battle, the Xi emperor did not escape from the battle, and fell on the spot..."

Hearing Bai Ze's words, the other demon marshals couldn't help but disagree, even though they were unwilling.

How the Xi Emperor performed in the Heavenly Court back then, they all saw it in their eyes, and naturally it was impossible to erase it with a clear conscience.

However, even so, many demon marshals were still indignant in their hearts.

After all... In that big battle, all of their demon race Heavenly Emperors and Demon Emperors fell, and countless demon saints and demon gods fell.

Why, only you Fuxi survived.

And now he has changed his appearance and preached sanctification.

Just because you have a saint sister?

But we, even the Celestial Realm, even the Heavenly Court, have been lost, and we have become dogs that have lost our families.

On the side, Bai Ze naturally saw the unwillingness of many demon handsomes, and shook his head slightly, but did not say anything more.

After all, even if he could understand Fuxi's choice now, deep down, it was already difficult to accept.

"Well, what we have to do now is not to blame anyone, nor to hate deeply, but to save our lives."

"Preserve the last strength of our demon clan, so that my demon clan can survive in the flood." Bai Ze said in a low voice.

Not only other demon handsome, even Bai Ze is still uncomfortable in his heart.

When, when their demon race, even surviving in the flood wilderness, has become the top priority.

The flowers bloom in two.

There are two sides to the story.

At this time, the demon race was talking about the Terran race, the human emperor Fuxi, on the other side, the Wu clan... The remnants of the Great Witch are also talking about the Human Emperor Fuxi.

"Human Emperor Fuxi... Is it the Fuxi I thought? The Great Witch Xiangliu said in a low voice, full of killing intent.

"Naturally it's him!" Jiufeng said in a low voice: "In addition to Fuxi, in the flood waste, does anyone dare to make this a name?"

"Damn... Damn..." "

Damn it! Damn..." Xiangliu was immediately furious, with murderous intent.

The Lich War, but not only the demon race has lost its pillars.

The same is true of their witch clan, eleven ancestral witches, countless great witches, and ordinary witch clans, all fell.

But...

Why, on what basis, participated in the Lich War, he Fuxi survived.

"That Fuxi deserve to die!"

Xiangliu thought of his leader, the communist who rushed to Mount Buzhou in despair, and the anger in his heart could hardly be suppressed, and he wanted to rush into the flood wilderness and kill Fuxi.

"Bang!"

An axe light streaked through, and the side of the giant axe directly smashed heavily on Xiangliu's body.

"Punishment day, you..." Xiangyanagi was furious.

"If you want to return all the remaining Wu clans to the arms of the Father God, and let my Wu clan die, you can say it directly."

Xing Tian said coldly.

Hearing Punishment Tian's words, the furious Xiangliu was stunned, and the anger in his heart was directly extinguished.

It is that he is not afraid of death.

They are not afraid of death.

For the Wu clan, death is nothing more than a return to the arms of the Father.

But....

The entire Wu Clan, now only their three Great Witches remain, once they die, there will be no place for their Wu Clan to stand.

The Wu Clan will even be removed from the Flood Famine.

They are not afraid of death, but they cannot die.

Xiang Liu's eyes reappeared Qingming, and he sat directly on the ground with a dull expression.

On the side, Jiufeng and Xing Tian were equally full of unwillingness and... Sorrowful.

When did he Wu Clan fall to the point where he is now.

......

For the situation of the Lich Clan, Fuxi did not know, and even if he knew, he would not care too much.

At the moment of his sanctification, this unfinished Lich era had already begun to transition to the era of the Terrans, no....

It should be said that the flood famine has entered the era of the Terrans!

The rise of the Terrans is inevitable!