Boom!

In the small netherworld of the Yellow Emperor Mountain, there was a mess, and Chu Wangxian's clones scattered in all directions, causing the Yellow Emperor immortals to keep chasing.

And Chu Wangxian's true body has actually left a long time ago.

Under a majestic Yin Mountain, the black water turned into a river, rolling and moving, and there were terrifying ghosts in it, which seemed to be no different from the River Styx, and above the river, the two walked along.

"Master, why do you want me to inherit the throne of the Yellow Emperor. ”

"Do you know why the Yellow Emperor is called the Yellow Emperor, and why the Yan Emperor is called the Yan Emperor?" Chu Wangxian asked rhetorically.

"This!" Zhang Qiudao lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head and replied: "Emperor Yan, I know, as the name suggests, Yan is fire, and Emperor Yan is an immortal who manipulates flames. As for the Yellow Emperor, the apprentice saw in the history books that Xuanyuan was a great virtue, and when he was the Son of Heaven, the heavens once sent down the auspiciousness of the earth attribute. Because the soil is yellow, people all over the world call him the Yellow Emperor. ”

Chu Wangxian smiled.

"Emperor Yan got a piece of flint before he was called Emperor Yan, and the Yellow Emperor, who got the auspiciousness of the earth attribute, was called the Yellow Emperor, so do you know what the auspiciousness of this soil attribute is?"

Chu Wangxian looked at Zhang Qiudao again, and when he saw Zhang Qiudao's embarrassed face, he scratched his head and couldn't help laughing.

"Then let me change the question, can you guess who gave the Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor auspiciousness?" Chu Wangxian asked again.

"I don't know, but the master is a Fengsui person, and what Emperor Yan got was flint, could it be that the master gave the Yellow Emperor and Emperor Yan Xiangrui. ”

"It's not me!"

Chu Wangxian shook his head silently, took a long breath, and fell into memory.

It was not he who gave the Yellow Emperor and Emperor Yan auspiciousness, but someone else.

Fuxi.

It is also known as the wind Mixi, the wind sacrifice, the wind bag sacrifice, and the wind fuxi.

In that year, he was killed by Fuxi, Nuwa, Dijun, Yinhu, and Shiyi, and the power he possessed was divided among the five, and the flint was taken by Fuxi.

Fu Xi then passed the flint to Emperor Yan.

As for another treasure, it was also seized by Fuxi and given to the Yellow Emperor.

Fengsui people have the ancestral tree of ten thousand trees, and there are trees that naturally need soil to plant, ordinary soil, but can not plant ancestral trees, only known as the soil of ten thousand soils, yellow land.

The original name of the Yellow Emperor was Huangdi.

Thinking of this, Chu Wangxian looked up at the sky, and then retracted his gaze and said: "The auspicious rui that the Yellow Emperor was given is the yellow land, the soil has the soil, known as eternal life, the power of the yellow land, thousands of times more than the soil, can be built into the earth, and the mountains and rivers under your feet are transformed by the yellow land." ”

Zhang Qiudao was taken aback.

The land in front of you can be called a miracle, there are thousands of miles away, among which the mountains are continuous, each Yin Mountain is as high as a hundred zhang and a thousand zhang more, the land here is not as much as 10 billion tons.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiudao was apprehensive, this yellow land was too unbelievable. Isn't it comparable to five continents, which can fill seven oceans?

"What I saw in front of me was only a part of the yellow earth. Chu Wangxian added, Zhang Qiudao's eyes shrank, his breathing was short, and he basically followed Chu Wangxian numbly. He really couldn't imagine how vast this yellow land was.

The terrain in front of me is rugged, and it seems to be walking endlessly.

"Master, where are we going now?" Zhang Qiudao hurriedly followed and asked, he only had to build a foundation and cultivate, to resist the bone-chilling cold wind in the small netherworld, a little reluctantly, and grinned coldly.

"Go find the Yellow Emperor Ji Xuanyuan!"

"He's here?" Zhang Qiudao blinked incredulously.

Yellow Emperor Ji Xuanyuan, but the legendary character, the ancestor of Huaxia Yanhuang, this kind of person is really here.

"There's a taste of him here. Chu Wangxian touched his nose and walked forward.

I don't know how long I walked, until I walked into the black mist, Chu Wangxian didn't stop.

Bang!

"Master, it's not good, they're chasing after you. ”

Chu Wangxian looked back and saw that it was the Yellow Emperor and the Ninth Emperor chasing after him.

It seems that the time limit has expired.

The Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes Divine Wood is not invincible, and naturally it also has a weakness, this weakness is time, the time that the clone exists is not long, and when the clone disappears one by one, the Nine Emperors come back to their senses, and they can naturally find Chu Wangxian.

The black clouds came from the top, this is the ghost army of the Yellow Emperor, which is in a strict formation, crushing.

"Let's go!" Chu Wangxian took Zhang Qiudao, regardless of it, and walked straight into the black mist.

"Not good!"

Seeing Chu Wangxian walk into the black mist in front of him, the first Yellow Emperor Ji was in a hurry, but he raised his right hand and signaled the army to stop advancing.

"Why don't you chase it?" someone asked, puzzled.

"We can't chase it anymore, or we'll all die. The original Yellow Emperor Ji Qi's face twitched, revealing deep fear.

"Who's in there?"

The first generation of the Yellow Emperor Ji Xuanqi showed fear on his face, and said slowly: "Back then, Ji Xuanyuan ascended to the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, looked for the treasure land of thirty-six days, and finally established the Yellow Emperor Mountain here. It is because of this Yellow Emperor Mountain, there is a monster in the Niren Ridge. ”

"Monster!" there was a strange look on the face of a man who didn't know the details.

"Ji Xuanyuan told me back then, the most dangerous place is the safest place, we established a small netherworld here, Sakyamuni has been here, Taishang Laojun has also come, do you think they can't attack this place? ”

The first generation of the Yellow Emperor Ji Qiqi said coldly, causing the hearts of all the immortals to pull out the cold.

It is known as the Mudman Ridge.

Chu Wangxian walked through the thick fog, his eyes gathered, and on the open space in front of him, there was a sloppy old man sitting cross-legged.

"Someone!" Zhang Qiudao was shocked.

The rickety body, dry eye sockets, and cloudy eyes showed that the old man's age was too long.

The old man used a pair of dry hands, was pinching the clay figure, the clay figure was only arm high, but vivid, as the old man blew a breath, the clay figure actually came to life, even more grinning, step and jump.

The clay man's small palms clapped up, thinking that Chu Wangxian would come over.

"This is Nuwa's means of making people out of the soil. Zhang Qiudao watched with bated breath, his eyes wide, looking at this incredible scene.

Legend has it that Nuwa created a man, kneading mud to become an adult, and actually appeared in front of her eyes.

However, Nuwa is a woman, and this old man is clearly a man.

Rumble!

After walking a dozen steps, the clay figure collapsed with a bang, turning into mud and scattering.

The creation of man failed.

Zhang Qiudao looked at the front of him, stunned for a while, kneading the mud to become an adult, but failed again, it was simply unbelievable, who is this old man? What does it have to do with the legend of Nuwa creating people.

"Still failing, it seems that for 10,000 years, you still haven't learned your lesson, dead things are dead things, how can you survive. Chu Wangxian looked at it and shook his head and said.

The old man glanced at Chu Wangxian and said lightly: "Pinching soil to become an adult, it is the supreme immortal technique of ancient times, how can you say that it is a dead thing!"

"Then you keep trying, maybe one day, you can break through the supreme!" Chu Wangxian squatted down, holding the soil, feeling the laws contained in it.

Creating something out of nothing, turning the dead into a living thing, this is something that the Supreme Realm Immortals can't do.

"What are you doing here?" the old man seemed to see who Chu Wangxian was.

"Come to find the Yellow Emperor Ji Xuanyuan, do you know his whereabouts?"

The old man shook his head, "You've come to the wrong place, he's been here, but he's no longer here." ”

"Where did that go. ”

"The world is so big, endless, I'm an old man, how do I know where Ji Xuanyuan's kid went. That's right!" The old man glanced at Chu Wangxian, "Why aren't you dead yet?"

"You're not dead, why should I die!" Chu Wangxian patted himself and stood up, wiped the dust off his body and said, "I think it is necessary to tell you one thing, I helped Nuwa find her body, and she is now resurrected." ”

The old man's body stiffened, and he frowned and looked at Chu Wangxian, "Nosy." ”