"I don't know what my sister's plans are, my sister is a saint, after the three thousand yuan meeting, my demon clan has two saints, and it is not a problem to defeat the witch clan!"

Knowing that Nuwa has not changed, Fuxi has also let go a lot, since he cannot become holy, the demon clan has the opportunity to completely dominate the flood famine.

Unexpectedly, Nuwa replied,

"I will live in chaos for a long time in the future, no major incident, no flood!"

Fu Xi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked,

"Why is that?"

Nuwa didn't answer, her eyes looked up to the sky.

Fu Xi's eyes moved with Nuwa, and he suddenly realized, a little disappointed,

"I see, is this providence?"

Nuwa nodded,

"Do you want to inform the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor of the East?"

Nuwa shook her head and said,

"It's still not necessary, the Emperor of Heaven has his own source of blessings, my brother can tell me about it!"

"Alas!"

Fu Xi sighed, Bai was happy, he had no chance to become holy, and the battle between the demon clan and the Wu clan was also divided into five or five, Nuwa's sanctification did not bring any benefit to the demon clan, but lost the combat power of the mixed yuan golden immortal.

"Brother, let me preach for you, in less than a hundred years, I will leave the flood wilderness, take this opportunity to improve some strength for my brother,"

Nuwa suggested.

"Thank you sister for that!"

Fu Xi thanked him, Nuwa is a saint, and she preaches for herself alone, no less than listening to the sermon in Zixiao Palace, which is also an alternative opportunity for Fu Xi.

Nuwa raised her hand, and a curtain of light wrapped the entire palace, and then sat down, and Fuxi did the same, this is the only thing Nuwa can do for her brother,

A little more strength will give you a better chance of surviving in the Lich Showdown.

It can be hunched that the lich decisive battle will definitely die for life, and Nuwa does not want to lose her brother.

Soaring Treasure Palace,

Emperor Jun sat cross-legged, as if waiting for something, and a curtain of light disappeared in front of him, which was laid down by the River Styx to resist the coercion of the saint.

When he found out that Nuwa had entered the Fuxi Dojo and had not come out, Di Jun shook his head and smiled bitterly,

If Nuwa was concerned about the demon clan, she would definitely go to the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, but Nuwa did not come, and Di Jun already knew what it meant.

can only smile bitterly, there is no way, the identity is different, and now Dijun can't ask Nuwa to do anything.

Emperor Jun got up and flew towards the Taiyi Palace.

The majesty of the saint awakened all those who were in retreat, and Taiyi was no exception.

"Big brother, what's the matter?"

Taiyi saw Dijun coming, and hurriedly got up and asked.

"Second brother, how is your cultivation? I wonder if the Three Thousand Yuan Guild is sure to break through the Mixed Yuan Daluo Jin Immortal?"

When Taiyi heard this, the smile on his face immediately disappeared, it turned out that Taiyi had just had a breakthrough opportunity and was realizing that if there was no accident, Taiyi would be able to preach smoothly in this retreat.

It can only be said that time is also fate, Nuwa broke through, Taiyi was awakened, and his perception was naturally broken, this kind of opportunity is not a memory card, which can be called at any time.

Once you miss it, you don't know when the next opportunity will be.

Taiyi can't say anything yet, even if he is the Eastern Emperor of the Heavenly Court, his identity is different, and he has no right to speak.

Taiyi described the experience in detail, and Dijun couldn't help but sigh that fate was impermanent.

"Haha, big brother don't worry, the 10,000 yuan stipulated by the master will be too early, maybe when the opportunity will come again!"

Taiyi can think about it, it is not as if Di Jun has the entire demon clan concerned.

He just doesn't preach, and with the status of a disciple of the hour, the saint doesn't dare to do anything to him.

Taiyi is a strong person, but at this moment he is comforting his eldest brother, and Emperor Jun's situation Taiyi also knows that he may still have the opportunity to preach at any time, and Emperor Jun will not be able to succeed in preaching without waiting for the lich to divide the results.

"I don't know when my eldest nephew was born? The entire Heavenly Court has been deserted a lot lately!"

Taiyi asked, changing the subject.

"I don't know, it's been nearly 5,000 years ago, and it must have been recently!"

Dijun replied.

Accompanying Xihe every day, but without any induction, the cultivator will not have a big belly when he is pregnant, and when the child is born depends on the degree of origin and pregnancy.

Blood

The sweat on the forehead of the mosquito road man who had just gotten up from the ground had not yet dissipated, but there was excitement in his eyes.

"It turns out that the creation of a race can be sanctified, and the saint is too powerful!"

The mosquito man muttered.

Styx left the Sea of Blood early, and the Mosquito Dao people inherited everything from the Blood Sea, and even realized that in addition to the Divine Power of the Blood God Son, the things that should have belonged to the Styx in this reincarnation all belonged to the Mosquito Dao people.

Cai Da Luo Jin Immortal, he can't do the same as the previous reincarnation, the sea of blood is not dry, and the River Styx is not dead, but it has also greatly increased his life-saving ability.

I didn't participate in listening to the sermon, I didn't know the opportunity for sanctification, and I thought that as long as I created a race, I could be holy.

After meditating and adjusting his breath, the mosquito Dao people flew into the sea of blood and rushed to Zhoushan.

Nuwa said that those who were unfavorable to the human race would be killed, and the mosquito Dao thought that it should not be a big problem just to observe.

What the mosquito people thought of was to emulate the human race and create a race, so as to sanctify it, and no one in the flood would dare to underestimate the mosquito people.

It would take too long for Da Luo Jinxian to cross one of them, and the mosquito people were worried that if they arrived, the human race would die.

After all, the human race has no cultivation at all, and along the way, the mosquito Dao people kept performing the blood escape technique, only to see a red light flash, and the figure disappeared.

The art of blood escape is not uncommon in the wilderness, similar to the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa of the Demon Dao, using its own essence and blood as a medium to increase the speed and facilitate the escape.

And those who came to hurry with the art of blood escape, the Flood Mosquito Dao people were the first.

The mosquito people practice the blood path, and the special exercises they comprehend can constantly transform the aura of heaven and earth, quickly increase their own essence and blood, and provide the blood escape technique needed, so there is no fear.

The Blood Escape Technique was unleashed, and the Mosquito Dao people traveled quickly at a speed no less than that of ordinary Mixed Yuan Golden Immortals.

But no matter how fast it is, it can't keep up with the speed of teleportation, and the Terrans have passed fifty years.

And in the place of Zhou Mountain, the human race is still running for its life, this is the decision made by the ancestors,

It has the strength of a golden immortal, and most of them are exploring the way for the Terrans in front of them, and find that this Zhou Mountain is not suitable for the survival of the Terrans.

The rich aura of heaven and earth will give birth to powerful beasts, and the smallest wild beasts are also several zhang high, and the human body is an ordinary ant in front of it.

The purpose of the migration was that the ancestors wanted to find a relatively safe place to serve as the foundation of the human race.

It's a pity that mortals are mortals after all, walking on their legs, and they haven't walked out of Zhou Mountain for fifty years, hiding and hiding, and there is still a long distance from the foot of Zhou Mountain.

"Roar!"

A deafening roar came, and Renzu immediately tensed.

What are you afraid of, I have already met two spirit beasts this month, but fortunately, there is no danger, this is the third time.

Listening to the roar, some of the few remaining 1,000 Terrans looked around, their faces leaked in panic, and some of them were dark and dull, expressionless, just walking mechanically, bumping into the person who stopped in front of them.

These people are already numb, just born to see the novelty of this world, facing the fear of death, wandering between life and death, it is a huge blow to the human race that was born like a child.

Watching their compatriots die in front of them one by one, these people began to become numb, they did not know that they would one day follow in the footsteps of their compatriots, and there was no hope of survival.

"Renzu, why don't we change our route?"

One of the three women who stood out earlier asked.