"I see." Ming Xiaoyang said suddenly.

Fu Xi's own essence and blood were transformed, which sounded a bit like a joke, but after stepping into the immortal path, Ming Xiaoyang's cultivation made rapid progress.

In addition, he has opened up a world, and he has a deeper understanding of the way of heaven, and now his cultivation is high, and he has reached the realm of Xuan Immortal.

Something like that, if he wants to, can do it.

As for why Nuwa didn't reshape her true body for herself, the reason was simpler, of course she could create an ordinary body, but if she wanted to create a body that was enough to perfectly accommodate her own Yuan Shen soul power, it would be difficult to do.

"Your question, I've answered you." Nuwa said lightly, "Now, you can agree to cooperate with me, right?" ”

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ……

Ming Xiaoyang clapped his palms violently and let out a crisp applause.

"Cooperation, of course." Ming Xiaoyang looked Nuwa up and down, and said with regret, "It's a pity that my partner can't be an immortal remnant." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Nuwa's beautiful eyes swelled with a hint of vigilance, looking directly at the person in front of her, and secretly prepared to do it.

Ming Xiaoyang turned a blind eye to Nuwa's small movements, and said with a playful smile: "What do you mean, Niangniang, you will soon understand." ”

"Maybe you'll want to thank me!"

Swish!

Before Ming Xiaoyang's words fell, a mysterious fluctuation rolled Nuwa's soul body, with strong suction, without the slightest crisis, bringing Nuwa a huge summoning power.

In the flash of light, Ming Xiaoyang and Nuwa's remnant soul disappeared here.

Whew!

The flower demon lying on the wooden bed, Luyi, slowly opened a pair of beautiful eyes and looked around at the empty wooden house.

By this time, the man had already left.

"It's so ruthless to go so simply." With beautiful eyes, Lu Yi grabbed the quilt on his body and said coquettishly.

However, in her expression, there was no sadness.

She had known this result for a long time.

As he spoke, a transparent light shone in from outside the half-open and half-closed wooden house. The colorful jade plate once again shimmered with a brilliant luster.

Before you know it, it's dawn!

The real first day of the demon world has begun!

A new world, the demon clan will open a new page.

………………

Miaojiang, Nuwa Temple.

In ancient times, Nuwa Niangniang led the human race to resist the brutal rule of the gods and protect the peace of the world. Helplessly, the strength of the Protoss is far from being comparable to that of the weak Terrans.

At the end of the war between man and god, it ended with the death of Nuwa Niangniang and the truce of the gods.

After this battle, in order to better manipulate the world, Fu Xi sent the masters of the Protoss to the earth, spread the faith, and established the Immortal Cultivation Sect.

The Kunlun Eight Sects, the Penglai Sect, the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect and a series of lackeys who respect Fuxi were born in this way.

With the changes of time, ignorant mortals have long forgotten the exploits of Nuwa in the past, and Nuwa's descendants will sacrifice for the world from generation to generation, but no one cares.

Just because, in the eyes of the world, this is what they should do.

The many immortal cultivation sects supported by Fu Xi clearly knew Nuwa's exploits, but they still regarded Nuwa as an evil god and Nuwa's descendants as demons.

Especially the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect, if they have the opportunity, I believe they must be very willing to put Nuwa's descendants in the Lock Demon Tower and try the days when they don't see the light of day.

Without him, compared to the thick thighs of Fuxi in the Divine Realm, the dead Nuwa has no value of admiration at all.

Only Miao Jiang remembers the exploits of Nuwa Niangniang and believes in Nuwa for generations.

Zixuan, the descendant of Nuwa of this generation, is immersed in her relationship with Xu Changqing in the third life, and rarely interferes in the belief in Miaojiang.

In the long run, the complete disappearance of Nuwa's faith is also inevitable.

On this day, in the Nuwa Temple.

"Woohoo." Walking out of the dream, Zixuan retrieved her daughter from Lin Lin Ping and lifted the seal on her.

The little Lin Qing'er just woke up and let out a burst of crying.

The old dragon clock, the wrinkled puppet mother-in-law stood aside, seeing that the saint she had served for many years was finally awake, and a trace of relief crossed her aging eyes.

"Qing'er, what's wrong?" Although Zixuan became a mother, she basically never took care of her children, and she didn't understand why her daughter was crying.

"I guess you're hungry, right?" The puppet mother-in-law took a few steps forward, came to Zixuan's side, looked at the cute little baby of Yuxue in her arms, and guessed.

"Then I'll go get her something to eat." Qing'er had just been unblocked, and Zixuan had no milk to feed her for a while, so she could only find some rice noodle porridge temporarily.

At the moment, he wants to hand over his daughter to the puppet mother-in-law to prepare food.

"No need." At this moment, a calm and domineering voice came.

A dark red figure emerged from the void, holding a black and white cow in his hand.

"I've got milk ready for me, just squeeze some out." Chonglou held the reins of the cow, looked at Zixuan, and said.

As he spoke, his expression was slightly depressed.

The dignified Supreme of the Demon Realm, even the Heavenly Emperor Fuxi has to scruple about three points, and now he actually wants to prepare food for a child, and secretly takes a family's cows. Although he left behind a large piece of gold, he still felt a little ashamed.

"Heavy Building." Seeing Chonglou's current appearance, Zixuan couldn't help but laugh a little, "You...... Where did you get the cows? ”

"Ahem, ahem." Chonglou lowered his head and let out a dry cough, "This, you don't need to care, anyway, it's the right way." ”

"Oh." Zixuan agreed meaningfully, took a few steps forward, and took the cow from the hands of Zizhonglou.

Rice noodle porridge, where can it be compared to milk.

"Thanks to your carefulness, otherwise Qing'er would have gone hungry." Zixuan led the cow to the backyard to squeeze out the milk.

"It's just a small thing." Chonglou followed behind Zixuan and said as if he didn't care.

Magic Respect Building!

The puppet mother-in-law standing on one side muttered in her heart while teasing Qing'er in her arms.

It seems that he seems to like Zixuan!

After Zixuan came back, she never said that Xu Changqing, most of them were not perfect, there was a heavy building here, and they could take care of their mother and daughter.

"Woohoo." Lin Qing'er's shriveled belly rattled and prompted the future saintess to let out a loud howl.

The baby's cry echoed around the Nuwa Temple, and it was extremely loud.

Fortunately, the cow was brought, and after less than a stick of incense, Zixuan, who gave birth to a daughter and had never been taken care of closely, finally came out in a hurry with a bowl of milk.

In the snow-white jade hand, he held a small wooden spoon and fed it to his daughter's mouth.

Not!

With the fresh milk in her stomach, Qing'er finally had nutrition, opened her small mouth, and swallowed the milk handed over by her mother.

After a while, the shriveled little belly became round and bulging, like a watermelon!

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