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There is one thing that Nuwa said wrong......

Xuanyuan's dim gaze gradually brightened, as if he had returned to two thousand years ago.

He knelt on the bank of Luoshui, bowed down sincerely, chanted the name of Fuxi, and finally saw Fuxi's face in Luoshui for three days and three nights.

"Shennong was poisoned by herbs and died, this news was released on my own initiative, not at the behest of Fuxi."

"Because of this incident, I was appreciated by Fu Xi, cultivated by him, and became his lackey in the world."

Chonglou snorted coldly, "Is it worth it for you to pick up a beam to attract hatred for your own selfishness, and cause millions of deaths and injuries to the strong people of the human race?" ”

Xuanyuan paused on the side of Chonglou for a moment, and said with an indifferent smile: "Look at the prosperity of the human race today, you say, is it worth it?" ”

Self-explanatory!

In exchange for the lives of millions of strong people for thousands of years of strength of the race, those sacrificed heroes and martyrs will inevitably laugh at Jiuquan, even if they know that this is a conspiracy, they will go forward and succeed.

After all, many races don't have a chance to change if they want to.

In the face of ethnic survival, the life and death of individuals are really cheap and almost priceless.

Xuanyuan continued to crawl forward and stopped at Zixuan's side.

"Fuxi used the fruit of the divine tree to infuse the Yuan Shen Creation God Clan, the number of God Clan is scarce but naturally strong; Shennong poured essence blood into the earth, rocks, plants and trees to create beasts (including Linjiao down), which have a wide variety of beasts and diverse abilities; Nuwa made people out of soil, although she was beautiful and full of wisdom, she was small in strength and weak in body, and her love was short-lived, and she was the last of all the tribes. ”

Speaking of this, Xuanyuan sneered.

Nuwa is so stingy, all she has endowed humans with is almost useless abilities, and in order to protect themselves and strive for strength, what is the point for humans to hold thicker thighs.

"If I hadn't bowed my knees to Fuxi and received his divine power and Xuanyuan Sword, the earth today would be a world of beasts running around, racing to chase humans for food, torture and kill humans for pleasure, raising human beings for wealth, and providing for the pleasure of animals and animals."

After speaking, Xuanyuan didn't look at Zixuan, and slowly crawled towards Xi Tong.

When he arrived in front of Xi Tong, he coughed violently a few times, his chest collapsed, blood flowed all over the ground, and his internal organs also drooped down and splashed on the ground.

Withstanding the full force of Xuanyuan Sword's blow, his vitality had long been cut off.

I don't know what made him persist until now and he hasn't died.

Xuanyuan ignored the collapsed body, tried to sit up on the ground, crossed his legs, and sat down with Xi Tong.

"I really want to kill you, kill you by any means, even now, I still haven't given up this idea!"

Xi Tong touched the hole in his chest, and sneered, "It's a pity that you don't have a chance, and I can't give you another chance." ”

To be honest, Xi Tong really wanted to slap Xuanyuan to death, even if this old guy had no vitality and no ability.

But Xi Tong could still feel the murderous aura in him.

It was as if it were not a human being, but a beast with a predatory instinct.

Xuanyuan's eyes looked at the sword-casting furnace with fascination, and looked at the mystical gate on the sword-casting furnace that pointed directly to the avenue.

"If there is this sword, there is hope for the revitalization of the human race, even if it is against Fuxi, I am not worthy!"

Hearing this, everyone present changed color.

No one expected that these words would come out of the mouth of Fuxi's number one lackey.

Xuanyuan pinched the exposed organs and stuffed them back into his chest and abdomen, muttering to himself.

"The essence of Pangu, the qi, and the gods, one of them can create the cornerstone of a strong race; If you get one of them, you will have the qualification to compete in the Heavenly Dao; One of them is the great prosperity of the human race and the capital of the world. ”

"Although you are a human being, you have been recognized by the Nuwa clan and the demon clan, and the essence, qi, and god of Pangu are half of the three. Coupled with the magic sword, even if he faces Fuxi directly, he is not invincible. ”

Xi Tong was puzzled, "Your skill in sowing discord is too naïve, I have no idea about the way of heaven, and I will not assassinate the descendants of Nuwa and the respect of the demon clan." ”

In my heart, I can't afford to provoke it, and I can't beat it......

Also, what does it mean to get three and a half? Your math ...... Ahem, it's definitely not taught by a PE teacher.

At this time, Chonglou said slowly: "I have the purest Shennong blood flowing in my body, and the essence of Pangu is nearly half in me. ”

Xuanyuan nodded, "If you don't take it, will Fuxi still take it?" If you don't fight, will the other races not fight? In the world of great controversy, how can there be any quiet years? ”

As he spoke, Xuanyuan glanced at Long Yang.

"Fuxi has already started to create the second generation of the Protoss, and Feipeng is proof of this."

God has no desires and desires, and endures forever.

Fei Peng is warlike and murderous, obsessed with fighting, and is no different from the orcs.

Listening to Xuanyuan, Chonglou also woke up, no wonder he felt that Feipeng was different, and even had the same spleen and stomach as himself.

It turned out that he, like himself, also had the purest Pangu essence flowing through his body.

Obviously, Fu Xi had not yet completely refined the essence of Pangu.

Fei Peng is a failed test subject, and while its combat effectiveness is strong, its flaws are also very obvious.

But that was before, not now......

Xi Tong couldn't help but think of Tang Xuejian, if nothing else, the Divine Tree would bear two fruits at the same time next time, perhaps, this pair of fruits was already ripe.

History has changed, and these two fruits must have reached the hands of Fu Xi and have been made into the second generation of the gods.

The second generation of gods who are more powerful and perfect than Fei Peng, and they come two at once.

Seeing the solemn look on Xi Tong's face, Xuanyuan smiled, however, he could only reluctantly twitch the corners of his mouth.

Regulus's bloody hand placed something bloodied on the ground.

"This is the result of my 2,000 years of enlightenment - Fu Xi taught me divine power, but not everyone can practice divine power."

Then, Xuanyuan said proudly: "This is the art of asking for immortals, and the cultivation is a sword, so call it a sword immortal." ”

"You can do your best, if it is useful, it will be passed on to the human race, if it is useless, it means that you have a better way to practice, and it is not a pity to abandon it."

Is this, Togu?

However, Xi Tong did not dare to touch it.

Bloody, the devil knows if there is a curse or something.

Moreover, this old guy is very bad, and he attacked him with a hot hand just now, believing him to be a ghost.

Xuanyuan didn't say anything, but raised his head with difficulty and looked at the sword-forging furnace stupidly.

"This sword will surely surpass Xuanyuan and become the strongest sword of my human race, and it is my greatest honor to be martyred for this sword."

After speaking, Xuanyuan stood up little by little.

Despite many failures, he struggled to get up.

Bloody, viscera all over the ground, Xuanyuan was like a dying fish, gasping for breath, but he couldn't breathe half of the air.

Xi Tong watched indifferently from beginning to end, and secretly said in his heart, this bitter trick is a bit excessive.

At this time, Chonglou grabbed Xuanyuan's shoulders and helped him up and straightened up.

Xuanyuan looked at Chonglou weakly, and said weakly: "Help me ......"

Chonglou punched out and smashed on Xuanyuan's back.

I only heard the sound of popping beans in his body, his bones shattered, his muscles exploded, and the remaining power in his body was forced out of his body.

Before Xi Tong could figure out what was going on, Xuanyuan's blood and soul had already split into two strands, which had submerged into the small hole at the top of the sword-casting furnace.

This......

Wasn't the brains of the ancients normal?

Martyrdom turned out to be glory, no wonder ancient people were so popular in martyrdom and burial.

But seeing the solemn expressions on Zixuan and Chonglou's faces, Xi Tong wisely closed his mouth.

Perhaps, this is really the glory that only belongs to the king.

No wonder the glory of the king is also called the king pesticide, which is indeed very poisonous!

At the same time, the sword-casting furnace, which was constantly shaking as if boiling water, slowly subsided.

The sound, light, color, smell, and even the sense of presence all disappeared suddenly.

Xi Tong clearly felt that everything related to the Sword Casting Furnace was frantically shrinking and restrained, shrinking to the extreme, restrained to the limit.

Like a singularity.

The Gate of All Wonders suddenly brightened, and suddenly increased tenfold, and the power of the Heavenly Dao seemed to be substantial.

Countless twisted tadpoles poured down, submerged into the sword-casting furnace, and imprinted a unique Heavenly Dao mark on the sword-casting furnace, and even went deep into the sword-casting furnace to bless the magic sword.

Xi Tong scolded a.

Is this Nima a tadpole heavenly book, or a tadpole heavenly loss?

This kind of heavenly imprint, Lao Tzu doesn't want it!