martial artist in the prehistoric

Seeing that Fuxi could not break through to the realm of saints no matter what, in every corner of the prehistoric world, one by one the innate gods showed pity. This is not a mockery. The road to enlightenment is extremely difficult, the prehistoric world is huge, but there are only seven saints, it can be seen that the number of saints is

Difficult. Although Yun Yang passed down the method of cultivating the physical body, how could these innate gods give up the countless years of polishing their souls and cultivate the physical body so easily?

But when these innate gods saw that Fuxi had infinite merits and still could not break through the saints, their hearts about becoming a saint through merits also disappeared. Come on, that is several times more merits than other saints to achieve enlightenment!

But Fuxi still couldn't make a breakthrough. It can be seen that if you want to become a saint, you need the Hongmeng Purple Qi, or directly break the way of heaven to prove it.

At this moment, countless innate gods really gave up on the sanctification of their souls. Even with their immeasurable merits and virtues, they cannot become saints without the Hongmeng Purple Qi, let alone those of them who have no merits and no Hongmeng Purple Qi!

In the void, Yun Yang looked at the rapid depletion of merit in Fuxi's body and shook his head helplessly. Without something like the Hongmeng Purple Qi that communicates the way of heaven, if he wants to become a saint, he can only break the way of heaven and forcefully seize power from the hands of heaven.

Help him to break through. It's just that although the techniques practiced by Fuxi were passed down by himself, the time he practiced was too short after all, and the foundation was not laid firmly. It is almost impossible to prove the Tao with strength like himself.

But at this moment, Yun Yang's eyes glanced at Shennong next to Fu Xi, and suddenly his eyes lit up as he thought of something.

Yun Yang's eyes turned into bright gold at some point. He slowly raised his right hand and began to move his index finger rapidly in the air. Each time, he brought up countless afterimages, making the saints around him look down on him.

What exactly are you plotting?

Soon, Yun Yang withdrew his right hand, and mysterious lights suddenly appeared in the void, and ten mysterious runes flashed in the void. The eyes of the saints around him lit up, and they quickly realized the mystery of the great runes.

, such an opportunity is rare!

Yun Yang didn't say anything when he saw this. Instead, he looked at the runes in the sky seriously, and then pressed his right hand towards the runes. The ten big runes immediately followed Yun Yang's intention and landed on Fuxi's head.

On the way, Yun Yang's spiritual consciousness immediately entered Fu Xi's body, fearing that his idea would go wrong.

I accidentally did an experiment on Shennong, and the results of the experiment were very good. If it was successful on Fuxi, it would prove that my idea was not wrong, and I could create a saint.

But when those ten runes entered Fuxi's body, the runes suddenly started to fight. It was obvious that they didn't want to occupy the same host as other runes. It's just that there were too many runes in Fuxi's body, and it was impossible for each of them to

Overwhelming the other runes, and whether these runes have wisdom or not, it is impossible to form a clique, so these runes can only remain in a stalemate.

The runes were deadlocked, but Fuxi was in misery. Those ten runes contained the power of a saint, and the insights of a saint, which was beyond the reach of his little quasi-sage. The ten-legged saint's

The power was fighting within the body. If Fuxi hadn't had infinite merit to protect his body, he might have exploded at that moment.

Even if Fuxi has merit to protect his body, the situation is worrying now! After all, his merit is not unlimited. When the merit is exhausted, Fuxi will be directly blown into pieces by the power of the ten saints, and even the true spirit cannot

Survive.

At this, Yun Yang's eyes flashed with solemnity, and then his voice sounded in the depths of Fuxi's sea of ​​consciousness: "Fuxi, if you want to become a Taoist, you need to survive the disaster. Now your disaster is the power of these ten saints, refined

you can get them

The mysteries contained in it have been affirmed by Heaven, and becoming a saint is within easy reach. Of course, if you think this is too dangerous, I will take out these ten powers, but you will also lose this opportunity to become a saint. What do you think?

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"No, ancestor, Fuxi is willing to give it a try. In his previous life, Fuxi was trapped in the quasi-sage realm for countless years and could not make any progress. I don't want to be trapped in the quasi-sage realm forever. I don't want the road to end here. The disciple is willing to give it a try.

, at worst it will be destroyed." Fuxi said in an unusually firm tone.

"Okay, Fuxi, I read you right. I will give you a reminder. These ten forces contain heaven, earth, wind, thunder, mountain, lake, water, fire, as well as yin and yang. Work hard to refine it.

With them, you will get everything you want." Yun Yang's voice was full of encouragement and praise.

When Fuxi heard this, Yuan Shen's eyes suddenly widened. Immediately afterwards, Yuan Shen looked at his feet, where a huge Tai Chi Bagua diagram was slowly rotating. Among the Bagua, heaven, earth,

Wind, thunder, mountains, swamps, water, fire, and the yin and yang fish in the Tai Chi diagram, are all these coincidences?

"No, these ten powers were penetrated into my body by the ancestor. In other words, all this was arranged by the ancestor. He wanted to create a new saint among the human race. All he had to do was follow the path he paved.

Just walk on." Fuxi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his face was filled with an excited smile.

Fuxi didn't have any complaints about Yun Yang's arrangements for the path he was going to take. He knew his own abilities. After Fuxi's countless merits failed to break through the saint's realm, he no longer had much hope for the saint's realm.

hope, but got another one from Yun Yang

After a hope, Fuxi was naturally unwilling to let go. Even if this road was designed by Yun Yang, Fuxi was willing to walk on it. On the road of greatness, there is only forward and no retreat, and he is always stuck in the same place. Compared to others, that is

Those who retreat will inevitably be abandoned by the great road.

In the outside world, all the saints saw Yun Yang inserting the great rune he drew into Fuxi's body. The saints were a little confused about this, but when they saw Yun Yang's eyes turn into bright gold, then

With indifferent and indifferent eyes, they all closed their mouths.

It's just that although they were quiet on the surface, they were extremely horrified in their hearts. That one took action personally, and also typed ten runes that allowed them to make great progress at a glance, which meant that that

One of them wanted to make Fuxi a saint.

Sanqing and the other five people all showed bitter smiles. In the prehistoric era, humans accounted for 90% of the luck, and 20% of it fell into the hands of Yun Yang, and 20% was in the hands of Nuwa. If Fuxi becomes a saint,

, then the luck he occupies is probably not one level of quasi-sage perfection, but two levels.

It's just that although the hearts of the saints were extremely bitter, they didn't dare to make the slightest move. Didn't they see the one who kept opening his eyes and looking at Fuxi! If they and others dared to interrupt Fuxi's breakthrough, they would never doubt that they would do it the next moment.

Became the first saint to fall in the ancient world.

Of course, the only one who was not bitter but happy was Nuwa. Her brother was finally going to become a saint and could be immortal like herself. This was naturally a great thing and made Nuwa, a saint, very happy for a while.

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Just when the saints were suppressing their emotions, Fuxi suddenly trembled. A vast coercion instantly radiated from his body to the entire prehistoric world.

A corner. At this moment, the entire prehistoric world was silent. Countless prehistoric gods were shocked. Fuxi, who had no hope of breaking through just now, actually succeeded in breaking through now. What's going on?

The saints around Fuxi, except for Nuwa, had wry smiles on their faces at this moment. Seeing that Fuxi had really succeeded in breaking through, they really felt uncomfortable!

But as time went by, several saints felt that something was wrong. Why was Fuxi's aura still increasing? In just a short while, Fuxi's aura had been elevated to the late stage of Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian, almost comparable to that of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

Come on, several saints looked at Fuxi in horror, not knowing what was going on.

But at this moment, Yun Yang's bright eyes suddenly shone brightly, and at the same time, he grabbed Fuxi with his right hand. Ten huge avenue runes actually appeared under Yun Yang's power, which was comparable to that of a half-step immortal golden immortal.

After being ingested again, Fuxi's rapidly improving strength stopped instantly, and then began to decline rapidly.

The peak of the middle Hunyuan, the middle Hunyuan, the peak of the early Hunyuan, the early Hunyuan. Finally, under the astonished eyes of the saints, Fuxi descended from a top saint in the late Hunyuan to the original saint, who could only be compared to the original saint at best.

Comparing the time when Nuwa had just become a saint, even Zhunti was stronger than Fuxi after becoming a saint.

After Fuxi's cultivation reached the early stage of Hunyuan, he finally slowly opened his eyes. Although he was only a junior saint, a saint was a saint no matter what. He transcended the constraints of heaven and earth and was immortal. No matter how weak his strength was, he could still

Enough to stand on an equal footing with all the saints.

In the sky, boundless smallpox suddenly fell, falling down one after another. The strange fragrance attacked and turned into a torrent. In an instant, it swept across hundreds of millions of miles of wilderness. The vast purple air rose from the east. All living beings knew that, between heaven and earth, finally

A supreme saint, the Supreme, was born.

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