"Could it be that Lin Fan has also broken through to the realm of saints? No, he's not a saint yet. How? The Tongtian Saint was surprised, marveling at Lin Fan's strength.

Lin Fan's battle with the 'Pangu' gods was three days and three nights.

It didn't end until the battle between the Yellow Emperor and Chiyou ended.

Chiyou was defeated and killed by the Yellow Emperor.

Seeing this, the 'Pangu' god man broke away from the battle circle, and Lin Fan also put away his sword.

They saw that there was no winner or loser, but in fact there was a winner.

If it weren't for Lin Fan's ability to see that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were still useful, he would have kept his hands, and the 'Pangu' god would have been killed by Lin Fan long ago.

The power of chaos dissipated, the 'Pangu' gods disappeared, and twelve groups of witches reappeared, staring at Lin Fan with an unkind face.

The Chiyou they supported died in battle.

The Terrans of the Jiuli tribe were defeated and annexed by the Yellow Emperor, and the remaining part retreated under the leadership of the Great Witch Xingtian, left the Terran realm, and joined the Wu Clan.

"Still fighting? If you still want to fight, I'll accompany you at any time! Lin Fan said.

"If you don't fight, I can't imagine that Lin Fan's predecessors are so strong that they can even resist the power of time, we admire it."

Di Jiang resisted the urge to make a move, knowing that he couldn't take Lin Fan, and if he continued to fight, he would only take advantage of the spectators.

"It's okay if you don't fight, you're too weak. The battle between the Yellow Emperor and Chi You has been decided, and it is time for you to leave. ”

Lin Fan warned.

"Aren't you going to wait for me to leave and do something to the Yellow Emperor?"

"How is that possible?" Di Jiang smiled dryly, obviously having such thoughts.

"They have won and lost, and we, as seniors, will not be angry and retaliate."

"That's good, if you do it, then I'll do it too. The battle between juniors should be solved by juniors. ”

After that, Lin Fan did not return to the human race, and flew directly to the Tianwa Palace outside the sky.

Seeing Lin Fan leaving, the Twelve Ancestral Witches also disappeared.

However, they did not leave, but hid in the void, staring at the Yellow Emperor viciously, ready to make a move at any time.

Zhu Rong had a hot temper and planned to kill the Yellow Emperor, but was stopped by Di Jiang.

"Zhu Rong, you're crazy. Killing the Yellow Emperor is a small matter, once the Yellow Emperor is killed, Lin Fan kills him, what will we do? Di Jiang asked.

"Our twelve ancestors and witches can only reappear as the 'Pangu' gods, and Lin Fan alone has the combat power of the 'Pangu' gods. There is no major conflict between us and the Terrans, so why bother to make enemies. There is an opponent in Heavenly Court, which is enough for the time being. ”

Zhu Rong and several other ancestors and witches only then canceled their plans to kill the Yellow Emperor.

"Let's go!"

The Twelve Ancestors returned to the Wu Clan's camp.

At the end of the war, the great powers of the flood were deeply shocked and shocked by Lin Fan's strength.

Lin Fan is not the only one who has not become a saint, but he has the strength of a saint.

The saints thought so.

The great powers were too weak to recognize the situation, and they were still thinking about who was stronger than Lin Fan and the saints.

But I don't know that there is no comparison between the two at all.

The war is over, the smoke of war has dissipated, and the effects of war are far from over.

After witnessing the battle between Lin Fan and the 'Pangu' gods, the war between the Heavenly Court and the Wu Clan came to an end for the time being.

Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi did not have the certainty of defeating the 'Pangu' gods, and the other powers would naturally not be stupid enough to automatically send them to the Wu Clan.

The end of the war does not mean the real end.

The contradictions between the Heavenly Court and the Wu Clan are difficult to reconcile, and sooner or later the battle will resume.

In the Wu clan, in the palace of Houtu Ancestor Wu, Houtu once again took out the purple cloud jade pendant.

The bright eyes reflect the color of the jade pendant, and the purple is imprinted in the eyes.

"Senior Lin Fan, are you the one who gave me the purple cloud jade pendant? Is it really just a piece of jade pendant and nothing else? There is no backhand against the Wu Clan? ”

Houtu talks to himself, very cautious.

The magic power seeped into the jade pendant again, but as usual, Houtu still couldn't see anything.

It was precisely because she couldn't see anything that she suspected that there was a hidden hand against the Wu Clan.

Cautiously, she sealed the jade pendant and put it in the storage ring for storage.

Time passed, and nothing happened, and Houtu gradually forgot about the jade pendant.

Lin Fan, who returned to the Wa Palace, continued to live the life of a house.

Emperor Fuxi was sent to Huoyun Cave by Lin Fan as a light bulb.

sent away the Fuxi Emperor, and only Lin Fan was left in the Wa Palace.

There are only three people who are really active in the Wa Palace, Lin Fan, Nuwa, and the Vermilion Bird Empress, and the female cultivators in the palace are ignored.

Without the cultivation of a saint, Lin Fan didn't value it much.

"Senior Lin Fan, come and eat an apple."

"Eat a pear ......"

The Nuwa sage always changed her tricks to send Lin Fan all kinds of delicious food, and changed her tricks to send Lin Fan's beauties, but Lin Fan was not interested in receiving them, and the beauties she sent became maids and stayed in the Wa Palace.

"I don't believe you're not tempted!" After being rejected for another beauty, the Nuwa Sage secretly looked at Lin Fan's back, clenched her little fists, and cheered herself up.

"Come on, I'll make it."

"Nuwa, what do you say?" Lin Fan was basking in the sun like a master, and the Vermilion Bird Empress was fanning the wind on the side, and her life was corrupt, she didn't look like an immortal cultivator, but like an outsider who enjoyed the world.

"No, I'm saying that my new cuisine will be successful." The Nuwa Sage hurriedly said.

She changed her tricks to send Lin Fan all kinds of delicious food, and naturally there would be no lack of research on cuisine.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Hmm......" Sage Nuwa nodded.

An instantaneous step appeared in the mountains and forests outside the palace, and there was also a palace in the mountain forest, similar to a villa.

Nuwa pushed open the palace door and entered, and the door automatically closed behind her.

"How could it fail?" The sage Nuwa sat with her head propped up, sitting on a chair half a person high and shaking her feet.

Runes appeared in his eyes.

She was calculating how she could create the perfect Terran.

intends to use this human race to impress Lin Fan and let Lin Fan end his almost ascetic life.

In the wilderness, most of the bigwigs have wives and concubines, but Lin Fan is the only one who cultivates.

It's not that Lin Fanxin is cultivating, but in the world of the gods, the food is almost the same, and after coming to the flood wilderness, he temporarily changed his taste.

"How can we create a more perfect human race, a more perfect life? It doesn't need to be the strongest, but the potential must be strong. ”

The Nuwa sage used the power of creation, and the light of creation flowed, gradually condensing into a light person.

After the light man condensed, the Nuwa sage fell into thought.

After a while, the sage Nuwa woke up from her thoughts.

"Since I want to create the most perfect Terran, why not create it based on myself."

As soon as he thought of it, the Nuwa sage only felt that the inspiration soared, and he controlled the power of creation, and after a while, a new human race was born.

She has a seventy percent similar face to Nuwa, she is the most perfect, and her beauty is also the most perfect, which makes people feel excited at first sight.

The sage of Nuwa is very satisfied with her work.

"From today onwards, your name will be Chang'e." The Nuwa sage was a little on Chang'e's forehead, and the memories of the character poured into Chang'e's mind.

Subsequently, Chang'e disappeared into the Zixiao Palace.

Chang'e will appear as an ordinary person, and will not remember the creation of her Nuwa sage.

The original human race was nothing more than a man-made artifact of the Nuwa saint, and in terms of identity, Chang'e belonged to the original human race.