——Gods——

Heaven.

At the time of "sanctification", the negative man could perceive that his spiritual power had changed from the original condensed "block" to an ethereal "silk", and at the same time, he had also become a crimson "negative figure" phantom, the half-human and half-dragon Fuxi, the black-armored Red Yan Emperor, and the Shennong clan of the human race youth posture all had a "silk thread" connected to him, and the "silk thread" extended by these three incarnations was connected to the Yellow Emperor Ji Xuanyuan.

It stands to reason that these three incarnations were all transformed by him from his true body, and there should be no possibility of "coexistence", but it is not surprising that nothing happens in the process of sanctification.

Maybe it's because his own merits have been thinned out by his own incarnation? But can the Heavenly Dao be so confused that it can't even tell the difference between a person and his incarnation?

In addition, the phantom of "Negative Tuo" is also stretching out silk threads to Nuwa, Xuandu, and even Xiaojin Wu Weaver Girl, but all of them disappear halfway.

Thinking about it, saints are not involved in cause and effect, and of course this kind of similar thing cannot be attached to them, and with the blessing of saints, it is impossible to go to the past.

But this leads to a conclusion that he and Xuanyuan, who are connected by the "silk thread", are not yet saints.

At the same time as he came to this conclusion, the steps to heaven exploded, and before his consciousness was interrupted, he noticed that there was also a "silk thread" above his head that went straight up and disappeared into the air.

Presumably, it was the black dragon that was right.

After regaining consciousness in the Heavenly Realm, he found himself back in the more familiar incarnation image of "Fuxi", and at the same time, Emperor Yan and Shennong were also by his side.

"Heh, one gas and three clears?"

After "Fu Xi" said this sentence with a teasing meaning, he immediately felt a headache that was intense enough to lose consciousness.

Saint chastise? This possibility will be completely eliminated the moment it appears, not to mention that the saints will not be so measured, and their own realm at this time alone is not something that the saints can easily reprimand.

What is the situation above the "half-step saint" and below the [saint]?

"Half-and-half-step saint"? No, this seems to be lower, do you want to be called a "half-step saint"? Sounds stupid.

The reason why he began to think crankily was because the source of this headache was too amazing—the almost endless "silk threads" that extended outward from the body of "Fuxi".

"When the hell did I build relationships with so many people?!" Fu Xi could only roar angrily, maintaining that his thoughts would not be overwhelmed by the endless "connections".

These "connections" are basically like this:

[Nameless, thirteen years old, cause of death: hunger, last words: bad luck.] 】

[Hou Yi's, Huahua, eighty-nine years old, cause of death: old age, last words: You want. 】

[Gongsun, grew up to work, zero years old, cause of death: hunger, last words: good. 】

[There is Xiong's, too lazy to afford it, thirty-five years old, cause of death: killed by a wolf, last words: stay away from wolves. 】

[Ji, hope, nineteen years old, still alive. 】

Those who are directly related to Fuxi are basically some "nameless", they are not as unlucky as this nameless - probably thrown away by Nuwa to a deserted place and no food, they often establish their own clans and develop villages and tribes, of course, the male nameless "silk thread" is basically broken here, only the female nameless can continue to extend down the new "silk thread", and the number of "silk threads" that a woman who lives long enough can extend and disperse is simply amazing.

Obviously, this is when Fu Xi was helping Nuwa pinch people, all the "works" and their descendants, in the case of those first generations of anonymous people are innumerable, and there are countless generations, if everyone has a line regardless of life and death, of course, it will be a headache for the Nengsheng saints.

At this time, all the tribes and families of the human race in the human world are naturally in a state of "still alive", and at the same time, they are also the terminals of all "silk threads".

"I have so many children...... No, my sister should say that. Fu Xi covered his forehead and muttered to himself.

In order to get rid of this headache, he tried to "switch" to the identity of "Emperor Yan", but it did not get much better, the "silk thread" here came from the soldiers who had belonged to his identity, and there were also a lot of them, and in the end, it was the identity of "Shennong" that made him quiet - the human race thought that he had taken the wrong medicine and died, and only some patients who had been cured were still connected.

"Hmm...... Although these lines are the same on the outside, the beliefs, worship, gratitude and other emotions of the high-ranking people seem to be all included, as for the equals, most of them are brotherhood or love, I will first find out where the Yellow Emperor was thrown away......"

With a blank face and like a puppet, he followed his "Fuxi" and "Emperor Yan", and went to find the Yellow Emperor along the silk thread that stretched outward from his body.

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Huoyun Palace.

The negative tun was looking at the palace that he had built in an instant, which was exactly the same as the one they had built above the clouds of the human world, and he was a little dazed.

The characteristic of the "half-step saint" is that he builds a house very quickly? That's obviously the authority that my sister Nuwa has hardly used, and the identity called "Youchao Clan" should have, right?

She also has an identity of the Suiren clan who teaches the Terrans to use fire, but unfortunately the treatment is the same as that of the Youchao clan, the Terrans seem to be born with the ability to eat and live, whether it is cooking or building a house, she only has time to get up every time, and then this new thing will be played by the Terrans.

However, they are not good at clothes and lines, so they make the Yellow Emperor and his ancestors quite worshipped.

As for war and medical treatment, this kind of skillful and experienced thing is not something that can be done by pulling someone out at random, just look at him being pushed to sanctify because of the exploits of the two incarnations of Emperor Yan and Shennong.

Thinking of the two incarnations who were sanctified together this time, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Yan...... That's it, resist demons and monsters, help the Yellow Emperor unify the human tribes, and the merits are acceptable, but the Shennong clan?

At that time, he was also careless, relying on his own dragon clan not to be poisoned, he went around trying herbs that could be used for medical treatment or consumption, and forgot to avoid witnesses for a while, after the unknown sand sculpture clan shouted "Lord Shennong's Clan has eaten the poisonous grass that will die" and ran away, what else could he do besides pretending to be poisoned and die?

Putting aside these past events for the time being, when it comes to this abrupt appearance of the "Huoyun Palace", it is actually not so abrupt.

Just now, Ji Xuanyuan had already been found, he was leaning on the side of a large stone, his eyes were closed, and his brows were furrowed.

Like himself, he was bothered by the "silk threads" after his "sanctification", but because they were quite directive, he did not see any thread-like objects in the vicinity, nor did he feel anything wrong.

After walking down this road, he found that the climate and forests and other things in the heavenly realm were similar to those in the human world, although they should not catch a cold and get sick, but he still planned to find a place to shelter from the wind and rain to bring Xuanyuan over.

Then, a replica of the Fire Cloud Palace appeared behind him at the same time as the negative man carried Xuanyuan and turned around to leave.

"Just do the friendship of the landlord." The negative man was slightly entangled, but still helped Xuanyuan to step into the palace.

Unlike the more habitable palaces that Taiyi and the others built in the human world, this "replica Fire Cloud Palace" itself seems to be enshrined in something, and after entering the main gate, you can see three empty thrones side by side at a glance.

Then, Fu Xi and Emperor Yan, who had been following him step by step, stopped.

"I am the Emperor." Fuxi Road.

"I am the Emperor of the Earth." Emperor Yan said.

The negative man turned around in surprise and saw that these two people had the same appearance and the same voice as himself, but they showed a completely different look, voice and temperament from himself, and almost opposite to each other: "You ......"

"I'm here, the Emperor of People." At this time, Ji Xuanyuan, who was being supported by him, actually said similar words, and exerted his strength to break free of his burden, stood up on his own and walked to the side of Fu Xi and Emperor Yan, and stood side by side with them.

Although it was quite strange for "......" to see his two avatars standing with the Yellow Emperor, he still didn't take the initiative to ask, and he felt that the "Three Emperors" seemed to have something to say.

"There are 'demons' mixed into the human race." Fuxi Road.

"Humans have fallen into 'demons'." Emperor Yan said.

"Our 'Three Emperors' will live in the Huoyun Palace for a long time to protect the human race." Xuanyuan continued.

"What devil? Do you mean to praise your father like that? The negative asked suspiciously.

"Like this." The Three Emperors replied in unison.

In the next moment, the three of them disappeared from their place and reappeared on the three empty thrones, each with more armor, robes, and crowns, and was majestic.

At the same time, above the main hall of this Huoyun Palace, several phantoms appeared that were almost chaotic.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old Terran boy wielded an axe with a twisted face and chopped a freshly built house into firewood.

A man of about thirty with a fierce face shot all the cattle and sheep in the sheepfold to death with his bow and arrows from a distance.

An old man pulling a cart dumped all the soil and rocks on the car when he passed by the farmland canal, completely blocking and burying the canal.

"This ......" the negative man frowned, at the beginning of the creation of the human race, he and Nuwa had expected the battle between the human race, and the consensus at that time was that this kind of struggle would have more advantages than disadvantages for the development of the human race, and if they had been protected well, they would probably be difficult to protect themselves when encountering demons and monsters.

Either way, the Terrans must have a "purpose" for each other, and even if it's understandable to be too lazy to farm and steal someone else's crop – but that doesn't mean they won't go unpunished.

And the behavior presented in these phantoms is an undoubted kind of "harming others and not benefiting oneself", and it is impossible for a rational human race to do it.

"Demons mixed into the reincarnation of the human race to destroy things, and those affected were angry and followed suit, and those who were imitated followed suit again." The three emperors said one by one, and they were able to connect perfectly: "We protect the human race from falling, and you can transform into the Nether to eliminate demons." ”

"Hmm...... Sanctification is such a terrible thing, I am not myself anymore, and I don't know what happened to my sister. The negative man muttered, and bowed his hand to the two himself and Xuanyuan: "I will not be dishonored, but I ......"

He approached Xuanyuan with a little evil smile: "Didn't you come up to find the 'Nine Heavens Xuannu'?" Her life and death are uncertain now, and you give up? ”

"......" Xuanyuan seemed to be greatly shaken, but in the end he just watched the negative turn and walk away.