The starry sky is dazzling, and the prosperity is dazzling.

Fu Xi looked at the Holy Spirit Bead floating in front of him, and looked at Nuwa's silhouette, he could see the determination in Nuwa's eyes.

As an elder brother, at the beginning of your Nuwa's birth, the two brothers and sisters grew up together, and he also watched her transcendent sainthood with his own eyes.

He knows Nuwa's character.

Nuwa is rarely a director, even if she becomes a saint.

But once she decided what she was going to do, any dissuasion was useless.

With a sigh.

"I know for my brother. ”

Putting away the Holy Spirit Bead, Fu Xi's figure slowly retreated.

From here, look at Nuwa's back from afar.

The back of a single person, with his long hair draped behind, and under the slightly swaying purple and gold long skirt, there was a snake tail glowing with purple and gold scales.

Lonely, stubborn, resolute.

Since the establishment of the wilderness, among the six saints of the heavens.

Taiqing Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi, Shangqing Tongtian, Western Reception and Bodhi, these saints are all fighting for their own interests, fighting openly and secretly in this desolate world.

For countless thousands of years, it has been endless, and there has been no peace.

Among the six saints, there is only Nuwa.

Speaking of Nuwa, it seems that apart from the soul-creating human race, Nuwa has no other sense of existence in this desolation.

No matter what this flood battle looks like, there is no shadow of Nuwa.

Nuwa, who has lived in the palace for a long time, has been looking at this desolate world with cold eyes from the beginning of her sanctification.

Over time, even in the eyes of many people, Nuwa is a 'cold-hearted' person.

Can.

It's such a cool person.

But he was the first to perceive a threat beyond the chaos.

The first one stood up and used his own body to block the catastrophe.

Knowing that you can't do it is for the sake of righteousness.

This is the Three Qings, the two saints of the West, and it is something that even Hongjun and Tiandao have never done and cannot do.

For the Three Qings and the two Western saints, what is more suitable for them should be the cultivation realm of the 'Qiankun' realm, rather than the realm of the saints.

Because of the name of the saint.

Someone who can really be called a 'saint'.

In the desolate world, there is only Nuwa.

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Meanwhile.

In the basalt caves.

The Four Spirits of Open Heaven, who had been silent for a long time, broke the wordless silence at this moment.

"After the opening of the sky, the shaping of the power of earth, fire, water and wind has made the strength of the four of us retreat from the realm of winning to the realm of Qiankun, and now, with our strength alone, we can't stop the coming catastrophe at all. ”

"Do you just sit back and watch the destruction of the desolation?!This is the world that the ancient lord exchanged for his life, even if I die, I will fight to the death!"

White Tiger Cloud Scar was obviously a little excited, he was the latest of the Four Heavens Spirits to be born from Chaos, and he had always been treated as a younger brother by the other three in the Four Spirits of Heaven.

Eager and straightforward.

"Don't be in a hurry. ”

Xuanwu Zang glanced at the White Tiger Cloud Scar, then frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Although the power of the four of us can't resist it, but the four of us have participated in the opening of the sky, and the power of the earth, fire, water, and wind of this desolate world, we and the four of us can all have a connection with it." ”

"Brother Tibetan means, with the strength of the four of me, gather the remnants of the ancient lord?"

Listening to Xuanwuzang's words, Qinglong Xiu immediately reacted.

"That's right. ”

Xuanmushi nodded.

"It's the last resort for now, and that's all the four of us can do. ”

"After the opening of the heavens, although the ancient lord was extinguished, his remnant spirit was still contained in the desolation, which was the spirit of creation, containing endless power of creation. ”

"With the remnant spirit of the Ancient Lord, coupled with the Heart of the Flood Desolation controlled by the Heavenly Dao, there is a high chance that the Flood Desolation will be able to regain the power of the Creation Realm. ”

And immediately after Xuanwuzang's words, White Tiger Cloud Scar asked again.

"Since you want to reproduce the Creation Realm, who will use as the carrier?"

This is a question to be exported.

Qinglong Xiu, Xuanwuzang, and Vermilion Bird Yifeng all did not speak clearly.

Because, there is no need to say it explicitly.

This carrier has been mentioned by Qinglong Xiu before.

After all, the prerequisite for stepping into the realm of creation is to be able to step on the Great Dao.

And in the entire desolation, there is only one who has hope and ability to embark on the right path!

The one that Qinglong Xiu said.

Donghuang Taiyi!

——————

The world is desolate, and the magic beads cover the world.

Not around the mountain.

Countless rivers of spiritual energy gathered on the top of this Buzhou Mountain from all directions, spiraling down one after another, falling into the core of the Buzhou Mountain, the Shenyang Altar.

There is a storm of spiritual energy, brewing in this heavenly court.

Coercion, suffocating!

"All the celestials, exit the Divine Palace. ”

There was a voice that sounded in this Great Sun Divine Palace, falling into the ears of every celestial being.

That is, Emperor of Heaven.

Suddenly, there were thousands of long rainbows, roaring out of this divine palace, far above the sky in all directions of this divine palace, all looking at the location of the divine palace.

Emperor Jun was in front of many celestials, and he was flanked by his emperor and concubine, as well as his youngest and only son, Lu Quan.

"Father, the imperial aunt is still in the Divine Palace. ”

Lu Quan's little face was nervous, and he looked in the direction of the shrine.

"Your imperial aunt will be fine, don't worry. ”

Di Jun patted Lu Quan's head, with a loving smile on the corner of his mouth, but when his eyes looked at the Great Sun Shrine, there was irrepressible worry in his eyes.

Such a degree of spiritual power fluctuation has never been seen in Di Jun's life.

"Brother Xian, you must hold on. ”

Murmuring.

And within this shrine.

In the entire huge Divine Palace, under Di Jun's previous order, all the heavens had already left the palace to avoid this aura storm.

Only one person remained in this shrine, Ao Bingling.

In the Yunxuan Pavilion.

Ao Bingling stood under the plane tree, and above the plane tree, the Chaos Bell had appeared at some point, enveloping the entire plane tree, blocking all the spiritual impact for Ao Bingling.

Boom~!Boom! Boom!

The void emitted bursts of explosions.

Circles of spiritual power fluctuations swept through the Great Sun Shrine, causing the entire architecture of the Shrine to fall into distortion.

Ao Bingling looked intently in the direction of the Shenyang Altar.

Suddenly...!

Call~!

Like the sound of wind and fire.

In Ao Bingling's eyes, there was a pillar of divine flame, rising from the altar of the divine sun, rising to the sky.

Soar into the sky!

Bang!

The Pillar of Divine Flame, at the moment when it disappeared into the sky, exploded in all directions.

The gods and flames circulate, crisscrossing the desolate sky.

The entire desolate sky, in a few breaths, was completely covered by divine flames.

But.

This earth-shattering scene was covered up by the Pearl of the Illusory World.

The Heavenly Dao and Hongjun, who are erasing the 'Yan Seal' for Rahu, as well as the two sages in the West, Taiqing and Yuqing in the Three Qings, are all unaware of the earth-shattering changes that are taking place in this flood of famine.

In their opinion, the current flood wilderness is still in a chaotic situation of fierce beasts fighting and fighting with all the tribes of the flood wilderness.