"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor, where did the Sage Youchao come from?"

"The saint Youchao disappeared before I was born. Legend has it that he was the first immortal 200,000 years ago, and I don't know where he came from!"

"Ancestor, can we find him? Fuxi said that there is a Chao clan from the sky, and Nuwa said that there is a Chao clan from the sea, are they lying to me? ”

"There is Chao in our bloodline, if you want to know, why not pursue it yourself. ”

"Is there an answer in blood?"

Chu Wangxian suddenly opened his eyes.

10,000 years ago, his conversation with Feng Yin resurfaced in front of him.

Because of the wind, at that time, he was not the Demon Emperor, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi. It's just an ignorant person who has just learned the fairy way.、And I'm curious about everything.,A boy who maintains an innocent heart for the world.。

It can talk to animals, and even to real monsters in the primeval world.

Chu Wangxian opened a window for Feng Yinhu to study the secrets of the bloodline, and as a result, Feng Yinhu embarked on an alternative cultivation path, and finally became the Demon Emperor.

For 10,000 years, Feng Yin has not only created many monsters, but also stretched out his hands to people, and even the immortals and gods have become his experimental subjects.

The pseudo-Fuxi in front of him is also one of his research results.

"It's terrible research. ”

Chu Wangxian's heart twitched, and he couldn't overlap the terrifying Demon Emperor Wind with the innocent boy of 10,000 years ago.

The ignorant boy back then has become a demon emperor who makes people smell and change.

If this technique is completed perfectly, the Demon Emperor can create the pseudo-Taishang Laojun, or even create him, the pseudo-Fengsui Man.

Even Chu Wangxian had an even more terrifying idea in his heart.

Demon Emperor Feng didn't care much about power, and was even willing to put the Queen Mother of the West in Heaven, he had been keeping a low profile, and no one knew what the Demon Emperor was doing.

But Chu Wangxian knew what the Demon Emperor Feng was doing, and he must be looking for the bloodline of the Chao clan.

With similar DNA tracing, the first saint of mankind was searched in countless people, and there was a gene of Chao.

Ruocheng let the wind find the gene with a nest and create a saint with a nest.

It's scary enough just to think about.

"Get on your knees!"

With a loud shout, Chu Wangxian's consciousness was pulled back to his eyes.

"Just mortals, don't kneel yet!"

Pseudo-Fuxi is domineering, and he has a natural nobility. Its eyes flickered with blue flames, and its lower body rustled with a snake's tail.

"You're Fuxi? It's ridiculous, what kind of thing do you look like Fuxi!"

Chu Wangxian scoffed at the fake, and in an instant, his expression suddenly turned cold and asked, "Let me ask you, has Feng Yin been here?"

"Who is the cause of the wind?"

Pseudo Fuxi asked, and at the same time he looked at Chu Wangxian on the other side and couldn't help but smile, his face was gloomy and dripping.

A mere mortal dared to laugh at the ancestor Fuxi.

If it weren't for the fact that he was reborn and not long ago, how could he be looked down upon by a mortal.

"Strange!"

Chu Wangxian stared at the pseudo-Fuxi's eyes, and saw that his eyes were not fluttering, and he estimated that he really didn't know the cause of the wind.

Think about it, but it's just a guinea pig, how can you know who is outside the cage.

"Look at your bald head, the scar is still there...... You are Rahula, the only son of Shakyamuni. ”

Chu Wangxian stared at the half-human, half-snake pseudo-Fuxi in front of him, and stretched out his hand to remind.

This is clearly a monster pieced together with Rahula's body, plus Fuxi's blood, and unknown techniques.

"Evil words confuse the public, the deity is Fuxi...... You talk nonsense, you should be killed!"

Pseudo-Fuxi rage.

If you tell the guinea pig that you're just a rat in the lab, anyone else will be furious.

Spit!

Pseudo-Fuxi exhaled a breath of black gas, which seemed to be composed of countless undetectable mosquitoes, and rolled in the mist.

Wherever the black mist passed, everything was destroyed, like demons rushing in.

If Li Xuanjing saw this blow, he would definitely be frightened, and it actually contained the law of destruction.

"Good time!"

Chu Wangxian was unmoved, stretched out his right hand, and held the spear transformed by Fusang wood in his hand.

"It's really a powerful brainwashing method, and even memories can be faked...... However, fakes are fakes after all, and what Fu Xi is best at is the gossip formation, not this kind of demon attack. ”

Chu Wangxian looked at it sarcastically.

His right hand was slightly backwards, the Fusang wooden spear in his hand was aimed, and he finally took a step forward, and let out a loud shout, and the strength went straight from his waist to his wrist, and the Fusang wooden spear infused with spiritual energy instantly turned into a scorching sun, and was thrown out by Chu Wangxian.

Fuso Shenmu Gun, Breaking the Sun!

The blinding brilliance swallowed up

"Roar!"

The pseudo-Fuxi tried to grab it with his hands, but he screamed, and his hands burned by the Fuso wood spear hurt sharply.

Click!

The inertia of the Fusang Shenmu spear did not decrease, and it directly penetrated the body of the pseudo-Fuxi.

This is a sacred tree known as the sun, a sacred tree owned by Emperor Jun. Even if it is a real Fuxi, it is not easy to block the power of Fusang wood, let alone a pseudo Fuxi.

The pseudo-Fuxi was nailed to the wall by the burning Sun Gun, and the sun's flames continued to burn down the wound.

"You're not Fuxi, you just think you're Fuxi. ”

Chu Wangxian said ruthlessly, his eyes were as cold as ice.

"I'm Fuxi, the ancestor of Fuxi!"

The pseudo-Fuxi roared, his ferocity unabated, and his hideous face was full of killing intent.

Although it was nailed to the wall and burned by flames, it was extremely violent, directly grasping the Fuso Shenmu spear with a full degree of ten thousand degrees, and pulled it out of his chest little by little.

"Immortal? Then try this. ”

Chu Wangxian squinted, and with his eyesight, he could already see that the blood dripping from the pseudo-Fuxi was abnormally active, almost like a life, constantly rolling.

This is clearly similar to the blood of the vampire Blood Ancestor.

It seems that after so many years, Feng Yin has also mastered Western alchemy and integrated it into experiments.

"Drink!"

Destruction, reversal, bloodshed!

Alchemy is broken by alchemy.

Behind Chu Wangxian, like an open wheel of light, a huge refining array appeared, one heavy after another, and there were three refining formations.

"Broken!"

He spun in his hand and pulled out a pitch-black spear, the spear of alchemy that the Kabbalah Tree of Life had turned into.

The spear of Langinus, who crucified Jesus, was made from the branches of the Kabbalah Tree of Life.

Rumble!

A beam of crimson light shot out, like a heaven-shattering demon fall, devouring everything.

The pseudo-Fuxi was hit again, and the alchemy spear pierced directly through his chest, nailing him to death again.

In the miserable scream, the blood of the pseudo-Fuxi was destroyed, reversed, and the blood tribulation was refined into a formation, turning into thick black blood.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Looking at the pseudo-Fuxi's angry expression and violent roar, Chu Wangxian was slightly stunned, he is not dead like this, what is wrong?

"By the way, Soul, I just got the Soul Rejuvenation Wood in the Immortal Realm!"

Chu Wangxian pinched out a third spear, which was a spear made of soul returning wood, which could destroy souls.

At this point, a trace of terror gradually appeared in the eyes of the crazy pseudo-Fuxi.

......

After a while!

If anyone sees it here, they will only be terrified.

On top of the tree wall, a corpse was nailed, and it was full of weapons, spears, sharp swords, and even bows and arrows......

Some of these weapons turned into plants and melted into the walls.

After Chu Wangxian approached, he looked up, and the pseudo-Fuxi almost only had one breath left, dying.

"Finally stop tossing?"

Chu Wangxian put the fingers of his right hand together, and pointed a finger on the forehead of the pseudo-Fuxi, absorbing the memory.