With the Nine Heavens Divine Calculation as a lead, communicate the long river of time that exists in the underworld, and explore the secrets that belong to the past.

In this state, Zhang Yao seems to have passed through time and is swimming against the current in the long river of time.

Eventually, in a god-like perspective, as if watching a movie, I saw the past engraved in history.

"Sister, what are you calling me to do in such a hurry, I'm officially at a critical juncture!"

Fu Xi's figure appeared in front of Zhang Yao's eyes, even if it was just a fragment of history, but he could still see Fu Xi at this time, and there was a faint look of excitement in his eyes.

Looking at the look in Fu Xi's eyes, Zhang Yao linked the word sister together, and observed the surroundings thoughtfully. It was found that this location in the long river of history was indeed the Wa Palace where Nuwa was located.

"Big Brother"

With a call, the figure of the Nuwa saint also appeared in the fragments of history.

However, unlike the clear picture on Fu Xi's body, Nuwa's body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, and she couldn't see what Nuwa's expression was at all.

Hearing Nuwa's call, the excitement on Fu Xi's face subsided a little, and he asked strangely, "What's wrong, I see that your face is not very good, is something wrong?" ”

This time Nuwa didn't answer, but stood there quietly, as if thinking about something.

After a while, the Nuwa Sage let out a sigh and said, "Big brother, how are you doing there?" ”

"Very good, the three emperors have been born, the five emperors have come out, and humanity is waiting for us. As long as nothing goes wrong, the Terrans will enter a new stage of development. When the time comes, the Terrans will enter a real rise. We, the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors, will become the tinder, and together with the sages of the human race, we will light up the sky of the entire human race. ”

The more Fu Xi spoke, the more excited he became, as if he had fallen silent in his fantasy of the future, and said loudly: "Sister, you must not believe how much potential the human race created by you is. I have already tried it, and although the human race is congenitally weak, it is extremely strong in its acquired crurability. As long as there are good exercises, the human race will be able to embark on the path of national cultivation and surpass the two lich clans."

"Big brother, stop, you've done enough!"

Without waiting for Fu Xi to say his future plans, Nuwa slowly spoke, stopping Fu Xi from wanting to continue.

Fu Xi was slightly stunned when he heard this, the excitement on his face stiffened on his face, and he asked, "Stop, what do you mean by stopping?" ”

The Nuwa Sage shook her head slowly, as if thinking about what she should say, and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Big brother, the glory of the ancient lich is impossible to reproduce. Although the potential of the Terrans is endless, but the lich is already in the past, what is there to pursue? Give up, the Terrans are doing well enough now, and your ideas are just fantasies that are not allowed. ”

"Fantasy, not allowed!"

Fu Xi read these two words, first looked at Nuwa with some blankness, and then laughed and said, "Sister, what do you mean, this joke is not funny at all!" ”

"I'm not kidding."

Nuwa replied very seriously, and said word by word: "Big brother, the saint does not allow a second existence like a lich to appear in heaven and earth. Now the human race has come to the edge of the cliff, and if you take a step forward, you will fall to pieces, because you have touched the bottom line of the saint. ”

"The bottom line of a saint?"

Fu Xi laughed angrily and said hatefully: "Nuwa, my good sister. Do you know how hard it took me to get the Terran to where we are today? This is my hope for sanctification! Don't you know that only after the true prosperity of the human race can I attain the holy throne as the emperor? ”

The beginning of the human race lies in Fuxi, and it is precisely because of the emergence of Fuxi that the human race has risen.

Therefore, the luck of the entire human race, to say the least, is also thirty percent in Fuxi. Moreover, the Terrans are different from the Lich, although the two Lich races are powerful, but after all, they are two races that share the world, while the Terrans are only one.

If one day, the Terrans really rise. Fuxi, who monopolized the luck of the human race, was destined to be sanctified by merit, rather than the current quasi-saint of merit.

Quasi-saint, saint, the difference between one word is a world of difference.

How could Fu Xi not be angry at this time, Nuwa's understatement not only broke the backbone of the human race, but also ruined his hope of sanctification.

Nuwa quietly listened to Fu Xi's roar, and when Fu Xi finished roaring, she whispered, "Big brother, this is the sage's decision. This is not a consultation, but a warning. Stop, or you'll die, and you'll ruin the Terrans! ”

"The saint's decision, so you mean the same?" Fu Xi's face gradually turned cold, although there were doubts in his words, but his tone seemed very affirmative.

Silence, the Nuwa Sage was silent, and everything was already explained in silence.

The saint is high above and already represents an interest group.

As Fu Xi said, although human beings are congenitally deficient, their acquired potential is too great.

Now that human beings have not officially risen, there have already been three meritorious quasi-saints, which is simply an appalling thing. If this is for the human race to continue to develop, if it is really like Fu Xi's description, rising between heaven and earth, wouldn't it be a few more meritorious saints.

People are selfish, and saints are even more so.

Although Nuwa hopes that Fuxi will achieve the holy position, she does not want the Terran race to go that far, even if she is the creator of the human race.

From beginning to end, in Nuwa's heart, the human race is a tool.

Even if she is using the tool of the human race to achieve the saint fruition. But in Nuwa's heart, tools are still tools, and it is not worth pouring too much emotion.

In the Lich Age, at the beginning of the birth of the human race, it was reduced to the food and grass of the two lich races.

After Nuwa saw this scene, she didn't do anything, precisely because after the tools were used up, they had no use value. Otherwise, with the support of a saint, even if the human race is having a hard time, it will not be used as food and grass by the two lich clans.

You must know that at that time, Nuwa had already created people and become holy, and for a saint, as long as she was willing to open her mouth and make a decree. Whether it is the witch clan or the demon clan, they must give her face as a saint.

However, Nuwa did nothing, she watched the Terrans being bullied, and never wanted to change everything.

The avenue is ruthless, the saints are ruthless, and the heavens and the earth are also ruthless.

Nuwa kept silent, just looked at Fuxi silently, and everything had calmed down.

"Saint, what a saint! Nuwa, when the heavens and the earth first opened, if I hadn't protected you all the way, how could you have come this far? In Zixiao Palace, the Holy Throne Futon was originally occupied by me, if I didn't care about the family relationship between you and me, how would I give that futon to you? Saint, what a saint! yes, that's good."

Fu Xi laughed, the laughter echoed in the Wa Palace, and he walked out without looking back.

Noble friends, rich and easy wives, this is the eternal truth.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the sage Nuwa, everything that was once was already in the past.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the sage Nuwa, to be able to say such things today is already to repay the cause and effect owed in the past.

But Fu Xi was unwilling, he was unwilling to let his holy path be cut off like this, and he was even more unwilling that all his efforts would be wasted.

"The gap in the level of life is enough to reverse the past. Fuxi, maybe in the past, Nuwa was your sister. But do you know that a saint is a saint, and after adding that holy word, it is a holy word first, and then there is that human word! ”

Seeing this scene in history, Zhang Yao couldn't help but sigh and said his sigh.

After saying what he thought in his heart, Fu Xi at this time had already walked to the door of the Wa Palace and stopped slightly.

"Nuwa, I am the Emperor of the Terran Race, Fuxi, and the future of the Terran Race will not be in the hands of you saints!"

Fu Xi opened his mouth without looking back, and his voice was as cold as the cold wind in winter.

After saying this, Fu Xi raised his hand again, and suddenly shot out a guqin from his sleeve and rushed in front of Nuwa.

Nuwa took it with both hands and took Fu Xiqin in her hand, her eyes full of complicated colors.

The next moment, Fu Xi strode out, only the sound came from afar, as if bidding farewell to the past.

"Sage Nuwa, you found this treasure qin for me. Now I will return it to you, and in the future you will still be the saint on the high, and I will be the Emperor of the Terrans, and I will never mention it again. ”

Fu Xi's voice gradually fell silent, and Zhang Yao's tracing of history also ended there.

In reality, Fu Xi was still stroking Fu Xiqin, as if he was stuck in a memory.

Zhang Yao looked at Fu Xi with complicated eyes, looking at the melancholy on his face, knowing that he might have found the wrong person this time.

In Zhang Yao's thoughts, his original intention was to hold Fu Xiqin, let Fu Xi thread the needle for himself, and resolve the cause and effect between him and Nuwa.

However, through the history of Fuxi and Nuwa, it is obvious that the relationship between Fuxi and Nuwa at this time has not deteriorated, and it is impossible to go to Nuwa to intercede for herself.

At this time, Zhang Yao was somewhat speechless, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

After all, Fuxi was pitiful enough, and he didn't want to rub salt on Fuxi's wounds and turn the conversation to Nuwa.

"Emperor Fuxi, this time I came here to see you. Now that I see that you're doing well, I'll take my leave."

Zhang Yao snorted, he no longer had the intention of staying, and he never mentioned the word Fu Xiqin.

Hearing Zhang Yao's words, Shennong and Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor glanced at each other, and both of them looked a little inexplicable, not knowing what kind of medicine Zhang Yao was selling.

Similarly, Fu Xi also woke up from his memories and said hesitantly, "Fellow Daoist, you come here this time"

"Thirty-three days away, the saints gathered in Zixiao Palace, there must be no mistake"

Before Fu Xi finished speaking, a majestic voice suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, which directly entered everyone's ears.

It seems that the master of this voice can command heaven and earth with one word.