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After Yang Mei left, Fu Xi returned to Zixiao Palace, sitting in the position where he had listened to the sermon, this time he did not excitedly sarcastically mock Hongjun Ancestor, he looked up at Hongjun Ancestor at this time, at this moment Fu Xi strangely felt that Hongjun Ancestor exuded a thick helplessness and unwillingness, and there was some faint regret in the depths of his eyes.

Fu Xi was extremely surprised by these discoveries, he couldn't imagine why this Dao Ancestor in front of him, who was high above and worshiped by countless creatures in the flood and wilderness, behaved like this, why was he helpless and unwilling? What was his helplessness and unwillingness? What was he regretting?

Fu Xi continued to think deeply, and kept secretly using the method of gossip to calculate, so he forgot that he was angry because of his great discovery, and did not have a head-on conflict with Hongjun Ancestor, Hongjun Ancestor did not speak, did not pay attention to Fu Xi, and for a while Zixiao Palace returned to its original silence.

But no matter how subtle and powerful Fuxi's gossip is, how can he speculate on the past, present and future, how can Fuxi deduce the thoughts of characters like Hongjun Ancestor?

So of course, Fu Xi's calculation failed, and he didn't see through what Hongjun Ancestor was thinking at this moment, for this, Fu Xi had already expected it, and he was not very disappointed, so he stopped his useless work, no longer calculated, but raised his head and stared at Hongjun Ancestor, and looked again.

Yes, Hongjun Ancestor still exudes that heavy helplessness and unwillingness, but the remorse in the depths of his eyes is gone, but it is firm, obviously Hongjun Ancestor has made up his mind at this time.

Fu Xi was thinking deeply, at this time, suddenly a look came from Hong Huang, this gaze was so sharp, Fu Xi was shocked, his body trembled slightly, and he immediately lost his thoughts about Hongjun Ancestor.

Who is this, whose gaze is it, why is it so sharp and unbearable? And who else in the flood desolation can see through the desolation at a glance and go straight through the Zixiao Palace? The doubts in Fu Xi's heart kept pouring out, and he felt that maybe the desolation was really not as simple as what he saw and calculated.

At this time, it seemed that the Hongjun Ancestor, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, and then he raised his hand lightly, flicked his sleeves, and the current situation of the East China Sea was displayed in the void.

At this moment, the saints had already ceased fighting, and Jin Ao only glanced at Zixiao Palace, said a word of warning, then turned his head and glanced at Abbot Island again, kindly persuaded him, and continued to sleep by himself.

But for Jin Ao's bland words, Fu Xi's heart was shocked, he listened to Jin Ao's warning words to Hongjun Ancestor, stunned for a long time, silent for a long time, and then he asked: "Dao Ancestor, what kind of character is this Jin Ao?"

Hongjun Ancestor saw that Jin Ao fell asleep again, and he didn't say a word, listening to Fu Xi's question, the helplessness and unwillingness in his body became even stronger, and even Fu Xi heard Hongjun Ancestor's sigh, only to see Hongjun Ancestor shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Fuxi, you asked so clearly and clearly, what can you do if you calculate this desolate world clearly?" It's not that the old way hurts you, it's just that the old way advises you, what will happen to the flood in the future, whether it will survive forever or be destroyed, you can't control these Fuxi, the more you know, it's just asking for trouble. ”

Hongjun Ancestor didn't answer the question, obviously didn't want to explain to Fu Xi which number one person Jin Ao was, so naturally Fu Xi didn't ask more.

Moreover, after listening to Hongjun Ancestor's words, Fu Xi's expression became more and more bitter, and he muttered in his mouth: "Yes, what Dao Ancestor said is that Fu Xi is just asking for trouble, but Fu Xi also has to see through the world, I have to do this." ”

"For Nuwa?" asked Hongjun Ancestor.

Fu Xi nodded silently, took a deep breath, looked up at Nuwa who was staring at the picture in the void, her eyes were gentle and doting, and she hooked her lips and smiled: "For Nuwa, Fuxi can't let Nuwa struggle alone in the whirlpool, Fuxi must do my best to help Nuwa, so I must see through this world, and then struggle with Nuwa to survive in the flood wilderness." ”

Hearing this, Hongjun Ancestor didn't say anything more, he was silent for a long time, and he suddenly sighed without a head or tail: "This turmoil is a wave of unsettled, wave after wave." ”

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East China Sea, Abbot Island.

The giant willow still stands on the island, full of life, from time to time in the sea breeze, the willow branches flutter and sway, so a little bit of vibrant green light sways with the willow branches, spreading to the abbot island, nourishing the life of the abbot island.

At this time, under the giant willow tree, in addition to Yang Mei, Na Xi and Chang Xi were also sitting here, and they watched the battle between the East China Sea Immortal Clan and the Interception Sect together.

Xi He's eyes were full of deep worry, seeing Xiao Yang leading people to fight to the death with the sect, seeing that the landing was pressed back to Heaven and fighting with Haotian Yaochi and others, seeing that the Great Array of Ten Thousand Immortals was broken, Xiao Yang won the victory, at this time the golden ao appeared, his eyes looked at Abbot Island, and suddenly, Xi He only felt suffocated and nervous.

Waiting for Jin Ao's eyes to move away, he fell silent again, thinking about Jin Ao's warning to the Hongjun Ancestor of Zixiao Palace, and Yang Mei's advice, Xi He and Chang Xi glanced at each other suspiciously and shockedly, and looked at Yang Mei and stopped.

When Jin Ao looked at Abbot Island, Yang Mei also glanced at Jin Ao lightly, there was no fluctuation in his eyes, but his expression was no longer so indifferent and leisurely, but with a sense of solemnity and depression.

"Ancestor, maybe tell our sisters about this golden ao?" Xihe finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked Yang Meidao.

Yang Mei frowned slightly when he heard this, obviously a little unhappy with Xihe's question, but he didn't get angry, but his expression was even more interested, and he said without interest: "He, an old friend, it's just that no one wants to see this old friend, and when he sees him, he will think of his master, which is frightening and unpleasant." ”

His master?

These four words made Xihe and Changxi even more shocked, this Jin Ao dared to argue with the two ancestors of Hongjun and Yang Mei, he even had a master, so what kind of character should his master be?

Thinking of this, Xi He and Chang Xi only felt that there was a mountain above their heads that was bigger and heavier than the other, and they glanced at each other with a wry smile, it turned out that the flood water was so deep, and they were just ants in the eyes of others.

Xi He and Chang Xi looked at each other speechlessly, and were speechless for a long time, but finally Xi He woke up from the shock and anxiety, took a deep breath, and glanced at Xiaoyang Nuwa and the others who were confronting Sanqing at this time, with a strong worry in their eyes, and asked Yang Mei: "Ancestor, Xihe has been grateful to Ancestor for his care for the past thousand years, so that he can get rid of the control of Demon Ancestor Luo, then Ancestor doesn't know when to let me and my sister out of the island?"

Yang Mei glanced at Xiao Yang in the picture, nodded clearly, and said, "Don't worry about Qingyang?"

"How can I rest assured?" Xihe smiled bitterly and said, "The water of the flood is so deep, how can I rest assured that Qingyang and Lu Jian will struggle and suffer in it?"

After a pause, she shook her head again and sighed: "Xihe understands that after Xihe leaves the island, he may not be able to help them anything, after all, they have already grown up, and they are like the emperor Jun Taiyi back then, so dazzling, threatening the famine, but no matter how bad it is, Xihe must accompany them, just accompany them, this is my responsibility as a mother." ”

Yang Mei nodded lightly, his eyes revealing understanding, but he said in his mouth: "I agreed with Qingyang for three thousand years, and now there are still six or seven hundred years left, you can stay here and practice with peace of mind, the time has not yet come." ”

"Yes"

Xihe wanted to argue, but Yang Mei raised her hand to interrupt what she said next, looked at the picture in the void with a slight frown, and said, "It's really a wave of unsettled, and a wave of rising again." ”

Hearing this, Xi He, who was full of worries, didn't care about asking for anything anymore, and looked up at the picture in the void, thinking that something had happened to the situation in the East China Sea.

Of course, it is true that at this time, something happened in the East China Sea again, and I saw Nuwa raising her head and roaring, yelling at the sky above her head with grief and indignation: "Ah!!"

At this moment, the worry and anger in Nuwa's eyes were vented with the roar, so that the sentient beings of the flood desolation heard the angry voice of this mother, and the hearts of the sentient beings were raised again, and their hearts were even more uneasy, trembling, and they looked up at God in fear, and prayed: "Let this turmoil pass quickly, otherwise it will be like living on the verge of the end of the world all the time." ”

(To be continued.) )