White Lotus Enlightenment in the Ancient World

Speaking of which, Fuxi was not proficient in combat, and was more interested in the study of numerology and arithmetic. Now that Kunpeng had set him up against two ancestral wizards, he couldn't hold on any longer.

He originally hoped that the demon clan's rear would send people to support them after learning about Di Jiang's arrival, but when he waited and saw not even half a person, he couldn't help but feel more and more irritated.

Moreover, Di Jiang's speed made it impossible for him to run even if he wanted to. He could only grit his teeth and hold on, and his momentum suddenly dropped to the bottom.

Demons, gods, ghost chariots, and soldiers fought and retreated. These people all joined the heaven for profit. How could they care about Fuxi's life and death when it was really a matter of life and death?

Fuxi withstood most of the pressure from the front, and they retreated smoothly. When Fuxi turned back to let Guicha go report the news, he discovered that there were only two or three miscellaneous soldiers left behind him.

What else doesn't he understand about this? For a moment, his eyes were about to burst, he roared angrily and smashed the rushing Di Jiang away with Fuxi Qin, and stabbed Shebi's corpse fiercely with his sword in hand!

Shebishi wanted to use the poisonous snake to force Fuxi away, but Fuxi was so angry that he even let the poisonous snake bite him and rushed to kill him!

Shebi Zhi couldn't help but panic and exposed some flaws, and was instantly pierced into the chest by the magic sword!

Ouch!

He couldn't help but scream and fell into the sky. A large amount of black blood spilled, corroding and melting the earth. His blood was like magma!

After a successful attack, Fuxi tried to pursue him again, but violent poison invaded his internal organs, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Di Jiang, who was knocked down by Fu Xiqin, also regained consciousness at this time. The Qin is not a killing weapon, so how much harm can it do if it is used as a stone?

Di Jiang raised his head and saw that Fuxi was poisoned and his steps were weak. He immediately flapped his wings and punched to kill him!

Fuxi's body was corroded by the poison and he could only avoid his head, but no matter how hard he avoided the punch on his chest, his internal organs were hit hard by the violent force and he fell to the ground in an instant.

In despair, Fuxi choked with blood in his mouth.

"I didn't expect that I, Fu Xi, would die in the hands of the demon clan. It's in vain that I specialize in numerology but can't calculate my own fate...!"

His consciousness began to dissipate and his Tao body disintegrated. Fu Xiqin screamed and flew towards his master, but Di Jiang reached out to stop him, unwilling to return the treasure.

Just when he was about to step forward and finish off Fuxi, everyone suddenly saw flying snow falling from the sky. How could it snow when there was Zhu Rong's corpse here and the fire spiritual energy was so strong?

And just in time for Fuxi to be seriously injured, Di Jiang couldn't help but feel alert. He looked around but saw no one.

When he wanted to step forward again, he suddenly found that his right hand that was blocking Lingqin had lost consciousness!

He looked down and was surprised to see that his right hand was frozen into ice! He tried hard to break free but suddenly heard a crisp click!

Di Jiang's right arm turned into powder!

"When a man dies and his debts are gone, why trouble his companions anymore?"

The clear voice was neither sad nor happy. Di Jiang looked at his frozen right hand in horror! Bloodshot eyes welled up in his eyes, and he raised his head with difficulty to find where the voice came from.

I saw a Taoist holding a jade umbrella coming in vain, with the sun and moon above his head and flying snow on his feet. Three thousand white hairs were flying, covering most of his face. His aura was unfathomable, even deeper than the Emperor Jun!

Behind him was a young man, dressed in dark gold Taoist robes and with a handsome face.

Chang Yi was going to Shouyang Mountain, but she didn't want to pass by this place and see Fuxi's death. After provoking the cause and effect, she found out that he was plotted by the demon clan, and the poor man fell into the hands of his own people.

At this time, Fuxi's Qin had no resistance and had already flown to Fuxi's side. Fuxi, who was on his deathbed, raised his hand with difficulty to play the Qin, but found that he couldn't do it. His soul was about to leave the body, and at this time, it was just his spiritual thoughts that remained. .

Suddenly there was a phoenix wailing outside the sky, and Nuwa flew over on the phoenix with a sad expression. The saint couldn't help crying when she saw her brother's body, but she knew that this was Fuxi's fate, and if she interfered, her soul would be destroyed.

Chang Yi didn't interrupt, nodded with Nuwa and left. This was not the right time to catch up with old friends.

Nuwa put away her brother's body and used Fuxi Qin to collect his soul. She ignored the Wu clan and flew back to the palace. Was her egg intact under the catastrophe? There was no need for her to do anything.

However, from then on, Nuwa officially broke away from the demon clan and no longer had to deal with matters in the prehistoric times.

The two ancestral witches were all seriously injured, and they didn't even dare to breathe when they saw the two top powerful men. They didn't dare to move their frozen bodies until they saw Nuwa left.

Although Dijiang's hand can regenerate, its origin was damaged by Taiyin's energy, and I'm afraid it won't be able to recover for a hundred years.

Fortunately, the Wu Clan finally killed a general from the Heavenly Court, which was considered worthwhile, so they reluctantly put Zhu Rong's body away and returned to the Ancestral Witch Palace.

As the elder brother of a saint, the news of Fuxi's death naturally spread quickly throughout the world. When Emperor Jun learned about it, he was even more furious!

This is not only the loss of a powerful person, but also the evil of Nuwa. If another saint is born, they will have no status at all!

I was shocked and angry for a moment, but even if I knew it was Kunpeng who caused the accident, I still couldn't punish him. One of the generals in the Heavenly Court had already died. If Kunpeng was driven away again, what dignity would there be in the Heavenly Court? Di Jun could only direct his anger towards the Wu clan.

All of a sudden, the demon court's powerful forces came out to fight against the Witch Clan, and the prehistoric world that was finally stable began to collapse again!

Just when the world was about to be unable to bear it any longer, the divine voice of the Taoist ancestor suddenly came from the horizon.

"Only by not overturning the heaven and earth can we be stable, and there can be no recurrence of right and wrong!"

The divine voice is mighty, deafening and enlightening.

Daozu ordered the two clans to stop immediately and let the world, which was not yet stable, cultivate a Yuanhui, otherwise there would be no place for the lich to gain a foothold!

How dare the two tribes argue after hearing this? We can only stop the war and recuperate.

Emperor Jun was extremely unwilling. After returning to the Heavenly Court, he sat in silence for a long time. At this point, he was alienated from Kunpeng and no longer used him.

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Chang Yi, who left Dahuang Mountain, had arrived near Shouyang Mountain. Due to the flood, the human race was washed away from their ancestral land and scattered throughout the wilderness. At this time, only a few tribesmen rushed back to Shouyang Mountain.

"Master, how can the human race support the destiny of 'human beings' if they are so weak?"

Chang Yi was stunned by Jin Lin's question, but she chuckled and shook her head.

"The human race is far stronger than you think. At least they will not bow to disaster. They can always find new hope."

He didn't know how to explain it to Jin Lin, but he knew that the human race was the protagonist of the future of the world, and countless sages would be born from the human race to educate all spirits in the world.

Jin Lin seemed to understand but not understand. Soon after he transformed, he was full of curiosity about all things.

Several earthly immortals in the human race are trying their best to gather the scattered tribesmen, but they know almost nothing about life except a few volumes of Taoist scriptures left by Nuwa.

Although the Youchao clan invented houses, they were also leaf tents and animal skin walls, which were far from comfortable, so Chang Yi came here to help the human race overcome the current difficulties.

Jinlin followed Chang Yi as he traveled around, passing down the construction methods of mud and stone tile houses to the people, and taught them how to make fitting clothes from animal skins. He also found cotton-like spiritual grass to help them plant.

These things may seem simple, but they can bring many conveniences to the human race.

As various survival skills continued to be passed down, Chang Yi found that there were traces of merit falling into the golden scale soul, but he, the leader, had none, and he couldn't help but feel strange.

He has done a lot of good things over the years. Apart from mentioning Nuwa and getting a lot of merit from creating humans, he has not lost any other merits.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered what Daozu said when he rescued people before. Hongjun's words were vague and he didn't have time to ask in detail. Now that he thought about it, it had a lot of meaning.

However, he did not need to cultivate merits for the time being, so he put this matter behind him and concentrated on helping the human race rebuild their homes.