I am Huanglong, the favorite of the prehistoric group

"High Priest, I brought a brother here. Do you think he can become a witch?"

Xing Lang jumped up, climbed over the mountains and ridges, led Huang Long across countless mountains and rivers, came to the river, and shouted carelessly.

"When will you get a brother? But your child is about to be born. At this time, you are not taking care of your wife. Instead, you are running around here and there. You are not afraid that the child will not be close to you after it is born." Fuxi said with a smile.

Then, a pair of gentle eyes looked at Huang Long.

Taiyi Jinxian, with restrained aura, about mid-term.

But when he was being chased by Pang Shou, he had already cultivated like this, and he had stayed in West Kunlun and Kunlun for so long. It is unreasonable for him to still cultivate at this level.

Most of them have hidden their cultivation, and they should be only one step away from Daluo.

However, this hidden skill is wonderful. If I didn't have a causal relationship with Sanqing and a small causal relationship with the ancestor of Yinglong, I really wouldn't be able to discover him.

"Isn't it just that a baby is about to be born, so why don't we hurry up and kill some of the ferocious beasts that cause trouble to give the baby some nutrition?" Xing Lang scratched his head in embarrassment.

Fuxi shook his head slightly and looked at Huanglong. Although he knew him, he still had to go through some formalities and asked: "Are you planning to practice witchcraft?"

"Yes, I would like to meet you two seniors."

Huang Long paid attention to the two of them, and then looked at the fish basket and clay dolls on one side. He was even more sure in his heart. Due to the weight of the myth of his hometown, he couldn't help but stand in awe.

He solemnly bowed to Fuxi Nuwa.

"Good way?" Fuxi raised his brows slightly and looked a little weird. He was talking about etiquette like this. He was really a disciple of Yuanshi. Even with this name, he was a bit shameless.

This world, which claims to be good, is mostly evil except for my little sister.

"Yes, your name is very similar to that of the high priest. It's called Dahao, right, brother." Xing Lang patted Huang Long's shoulder excitedly, and Huang Long's left shoulder suddenly shook.

Guangchengzi and others must be paralyzed.

Having lived in West Kunlun for hundreds of years and hanging out with the four mythical beasts a lot, Huanglong can get used to it, but who gave you this habit of naming people randomly?

My trumpet is obviously a good Taoist, why did he first become Taoist Hao and then become Brother Da Hao?

"Da Hao?" Fu Xi looked at Huang Long with a half-smile, and said with a smile, "It's also fate, but at your age, you might as well call me Shaohao."

"My Taoist name is better, not Hao." Huang Long emphasized. Although this Taoist name is fake, it still needs to be emphasized.

The Taoist name Hao is too eye-catching.

Day and day.

Although Hao in this era did not write like this, and the meaning was not like this.

But keep a low profile.

Since ancient times, anyone with the word "Hao" in their name has been a big boss at the level of Emperor of Heaven.

Taihao here, Haotian in the future, and one of the Five Gods, the White Emperor of the West, a ruthless man who single-handedly suppressed Xingshou, Shaohao, the eldest son of the Yellow Emperor.

"Is that right? But I think Hao is more suitable for you." Fuxi looked at Huang Long with a smile.

Huang Long was stunned. If this were said to someone else, he would not take it seriously. But this is Fuxi, the wisest man in the world and the founder of fortune-telling. Can you just listen to what he says?

"I also think Hao is a little better." Nuwa said suddenly. If we get along for a while in the future, we will scream "Good Tao" every day, but I won't be able to say it out loud.

"Then from now on, I will be Da Hao." Huang Long accepted it happily, okay, you have the final say.

Anyway, they are all trumpets.

Moreover, there are five gods: Taihao, the Green Emperor in the East, Shaohao, the White Emperor in the West, Shennong, the Yan Emperor in the South, Zhuanxu, the Black Emperor in the north, and Xuanyuan, the Yellow Emperor in the center.

There should be no taboos about anyone named Dahao.

It's true, these two people gave this name. If you have the ability, go to them.

"Yes, it's Da Hao. And the high priest, can he become a witch?" Xing Lang asked anxiously.

"That's not what I'm talking about. Let's see if he can pass the test." Fuxi smiled and waved his hand. In the turbulent current, the river water rolled, the world was shaken, two vast forces surged, and the two light beams twisted, forming a large

Formation, the universe of heaven and earth, the hidden power of time and space.

"Entering it, if you can understand it, you can practice witchcraft. If you can't, it will be a pity." Fu Xi said.

"Junior is willing to give it a try." Huang Long bowed and immediately walked into the formation and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Okay, don't stay here anymore. Take this golden carp home and make soup for your wife." Fuxi threw a fish basket to Xing Langdao.

"Thank you, High Priest." Looking at the golden carp in the fish basket, Xing Lang looked happy, looked at the formation, and said a little worriedly, "High Priest, do you think my brother is okay? He has saved my life.

, it would be best if he could become a witch. If not, just tell me and I will treat him to a good meal."

"It's not a big problem." Fuxi said.

"Okay, then I'll go back and cook it myself. My mother-in-law will eat half and he will eat half." Xing Lang grinned, turned and walked towards his home.

Looking at Xing Lang leaving, Nuwa showed a funny expression and said: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that there were such monks in the Pangu tribe."

"It shows that our vision was too narrow before. Except for a few, all races in the world are basically the same. They all have greed and kindness, but the scope of kindness is different. But Gou Mang's

Of the one lineage, the twelve tribes are the weakest, so they can best understand the other ethnic groups." Fuxi said.

"So brother, have you decided to give up on heaven?" Nuwa said.

"Heaven is not something I can give up. The teacher once said that under the way of heaven, small trends can be changed, but big trends are irreversible. But what is the big trend? It is nothing more than survival of the fittest, in line with the hearts of all races, and in compliance with the laws of heaven and earth. No matter how the world changes,

No matter who is the final winner, heaven must exist, because those who are lagging behind are lagging behind and cannot go against the general trend." Fu Xi said.

"So, as long as the Heavenly Court is there and all races are in harmony, I don't care whether the Emperor is the Emperor or the Emperor." Nuwa said with a smile.

"It's still early. Jumang accepts the witchcraft, and Houtu should be able to accept it, but I'm afraid they won't accept the rest. After all, they can trample all races under their feet, so why would they want to talk to all races?

So, maybe I still have to return to Heaven. However, you have to achieve enlightenment first, or we will have a third choice." Fuxi said, he naturally didn't care. When he entered Heaven, he was thinking of the misery of all races and the world.

Bu Ren, being invited by Emperor Jun, is to help Emperor Jun, not to serve as Emperor Jun's minister.

He is only loyal to his own way. To put it more sublimely, he is loyal to all the races in the world, not to anyone else.

There is no one in this world who can make him surrender.

"Brother, have you ever thought about not assisting, but choosing to do it yourself? In terms of ability, how can Dijun and Dijiang compare with you?" Nuwa said.

"It's not that you don't know me, my way is not the way of an emperor. If one day, there is order between heaven and earth, and all races have laws, I would rather go fishing by the river and explore the mysteries of heaven and earth." Fuxi said with a smile.

"But brother, you are Emperor Xi and Emperor Qing. You lead the way for all races, and all races believe in you. You are either an emperor or an emperor. Maybe you have no choice." Nuwa said.

Fuxi chuckled and did not argue anymore. He suddenly sensed a change in the formation on one side. He turned his head in surprise and stared at the formation. Huanglong sat in it, like the core of Tai Chi. The whole body was shining with light, dividing the yin and yang, and then multiplied into four.

Elephant.

So far, it’s nothing.

Just seeing the changes in the four elephants, the four beasts of blue dragon, white tiger, red bird, and black dragon, made Fuxi frown.

Is this the teachings of the Three Purities?

Four elephants, four beasts?

It turns out to be extremely harmonious.

What kind of thing is this?

Seeing the transformation of Yin and Yang, Huang Long actually had an aura that made him feel mysterious.