The battle between Taiyi and Pangu Zhen in the East China Sea, Nuwa saw it in her eyes and was full of sympathy for the innocent dead creatures, and she was a little unacceptable because of her good heart.

The losses of the lich in that battle were not large, but the East China Sea and the creatures of the Eastern Continent were all casualties, and watching the monstrous karma devour the luck, Nuwa had an indescribable feeling.

This kind of problem has been mentioned to Dijun more than once, but it is said that it is the kindness of a woman, and she doesn't care at all.

Originally, she had gradually integrated into the demon clan, Nuwa felt that she couldn't stay any longer at this time, and the demon clan went on like this, and sooner or later she followed in the footsteps of the ancient three clans, so she went to find Fuxi,

"Brother, what do you think of the demon clan?"

Fu Xi, who was originally cultivating, was a little confused by Nuwa's question, and he didn't know what it meant, so he asked rhetorically,

"My sister asked so?"

"Brother, don't you think that the lich battle hurts the heavens and peace? We cultivate the Heavenly Dao and are riddled with karma, how can we break through? Why don't we go back to Zhoushan!"

Nuwa said with a frown.

Fu Xi felt that Nuwa was thinking too much, and persuaded,

"What is my sister talking nonsense? The Emperor of Heaven is not thin on us, and with the blessing of the demon clan's luck, we don't know how much faster our cultivation is, how can we have such thoughts?

Just karma, Heavenly Court's luck is enough to offset it, and it will not affect us, sister rest assured!"

Fu Xijue's Nuwa is sometimes too merciful, and the cultivators of the Honghuang Desolation are not covered with blood on their hands, and when the Wu Clan is defeated, there will be no war.

Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan, Fu Xi liked this feeling of being a leader very much, leaving Heavenly Court and returning to Zhou Mountain to retreat and practice penance, Fu Xi never thought about it.

Nuwa looked at her brother and didn't speak, Fu Xi was a little uncomfortable when she was looked at, and said again,

"Sister, let's cultivate with peace of mind, cut out the third corpse as soon as possible, the opportunity of the saint is in hand, become a saint, don't touch cause and effect, there is nothing!"

"Alas!"

Nuwa sighed, she guessed a little bit of Fu Xi's thoughts, since she persuaded them to join the demon clan, Fu Xi was no longer the time to just transform.

"That's it, brother can cultivate with peace of mind, it's me thinking too much!"

Nuwa said one more sentence and left the Fuxi Dojo.

Now above the heavenly court, Nuwa doesn't know what she should do, she doesn't like to fight, but this is not something she can change in the middle stage of a quasi-saint.

Nuwa got up and flew down the thirty-third heaven, and the thoughts in her mind before became active again.

It would be nice if there was a peaceful race, Nuwa walked on the desolate land, did not fly, and felt the desolate races.

After walking for a hundred years, I found that I was thinking too optimistically, even if the small race with only the highest Golden Immortal was full of battles.

The elites of the demon clan have all arrived in the heavenly court, and after so many years of development, some of the demon clans that were left in the desolate land have also grown.

The strength is not strong, but they are all ambitious, they fight each other, Taiyi Golden Immortal can occupy a spiritual mountain, and constantly gather into a small force,

There are countless such small forces on the earth, and they are fighting back and forth just to attract the attention of Heavenly Court, and entering Heavenly Court is the dream of these demon clans.

There are also cultivators similar to the Demon Dao, who occupy the mountain as the king, and specialize in hunting and killing passing cultivators to refine their origin cultivation.

There are people who are obsessed with the way of double cultivation, picking on the fox clan, the cat clan and these racial branches, cultivating yin and yang, seizing the yuan yin, and finally brutally killing.

There are even those who don't have long eyes to fall in love with Nuwa, wanting to find her double cultivation, but they were slapped to death.

For hundreds of years, Nuwa has seen all kinds of desolations, all for the sake of desire to fight, unscrupulous means, and countless races eager for peace have been forced to rebel.

Nuwa kept frowning, she was naturally good at the laws of creation, and she couldn't see anything killing, Nuwa didn't know why the flood became like this.

"Haha, little fox, why don't you follow me, I promise to let your cultivation progress by leaps and bounds, if I can be favored by Heavenly Court, you will have a great opportunity!"

While Nuwa was pondering, she heard a shouting in her ears, and when she looked up, she was in a mountain range.

Nuwa got up and flew in, not showing up, observing the scene in the field.

It turned out to be a weasel from the Golden Immortal Realm who stopped a little fox.

The little fox was no more than a fairy, his transformation had not yet been completed, and he still had a fox tail, his eyes were hazy with tears, and he was obviously frightened.

The weasel has a sallow complexion, sharp-beaked monkey gills, a middle-aged posture, a pinch of whiskers on the side of his mouth, and is looking at the little fox with a **** face at the moment.

"It's like this again!"

Nuwa secretly said in her heart that she didn't know how much she had seen since she went to heaven, and she was directly slapped to death.

This time, Nuwa was not impulsive, she had traveled for so long and had not found her ideal race, and Nuwa wanted to understand why.

Nuwa didn't show up, hiding aside, ready to follow the two to see if anything would be discovered.

The little fox in the middle field had to resist, but was directly imprisoned by the weasel, and the mana took it away.

Nuwa followed the weasel for more than a hundred years, and at first the little fox resisted desperately, but then began to obey.

In the end, he chose to be in cahoots with the weasel, the little fox was responsible for seducing the passing cultivators, and the weasel secretly attacked, and after the two succeeded, they shared the spiritual treasure and cultivation resources of the killed person.

For more than a hundred years, more than a dozen of them were killed by the two of them like this, Nuwa couldn't stand it, and showed up to wipe out the two, and also understood that the environment would really change a living being, and when the living soul couldn't resist, she chose to join them.

"If there is no struggle at birth, will the living beings be at peace?"

Nuwa thought to herself.

Immediately set the target on the East China Sea, where the creatures were dead and wounded, and a few hundred years was not enough time to give birth to the creatures, Nuwa decided to go to the East China Sea to observe again.

At the same time, the East China Sea is not as uninhabited as Nuwa imagined, but it is lively again.

The creatures in other seas have migrated to the East China Sea, there is no way, the cultivation resources are in short supply, the flood seems to be very large, and there are also a lot of living beings.

The land where the great power dwells will occupy a radius of tens of billions of miles at will, and other living beings are not allowed to step into it, and if they are scattered, the territory is really not enough.

In the depths of the East China Sea, the True Dragon Palace,

This is the original dragon clan land, and now there is no dragon, since the candle dragon moved to the dragon realm, there is no one living here.

At this moment, a strong aura leaked from the main hall, causing the main hall to shake.

"It's a little worse, but it can barely be used!"

A rough voice came from the hall, it was the ancestral dragon.

When the ancestral dragon left that day, he returned to the True Dragon Palace, where he reshaped his physical body, and in hundreds of years, he barely shaped the physical body of the early stage of a mixed yuan golden immortal.

The mana of the peak of the Mixed Yuan Golden Immortal is still there, and the lich is in truce, so he doesn't have to worry about his own safety at all.

"Wait and hurry back to the True Dragon Palace!"

This is the unique sound transmission technique of the dragon clan, which was passed on by the ancestral dragon to the dragon king of the four seas, and there are only a few dragons in the wilderness.

Zu Long is naturally unwilling to do a loose cultivation, he wants to stand on the four seas, even if he does not participate in the Lich War, he must reunite his luck, not break or stand, Zu Long feels that he will return to the peak again, and it will not be far from the day of breakthrough.