Hong Huang: I, the ancestor of the dragon clan, will never come out!

"Is it true..."

Zhen Yuanzi murmured in disbelief, looking at Fuxi, and suddenly reacted.

"But fellow Daoist, you clearly said before that you used Hongyun's Hongmeng purple qi to prove your Dao and become a saint." Zhen Yuanzi asked.

"This is why I am still here today." Fuxi turned around with a lonely face and said.

"Back then, Hongjun Daozu deliberately did not separate the Dao and the Heavenly Dao Saint, because it was not suitable for the Dao and the Saint at this time."

"Not suitable for the Dao and the Saint?" Zhen Yuanzi was stunned again.

"That's right!" Fuxi nodded, his expression gloomy again, and he said in a deep voice: "Cultivators practice by absorbing the creation of heaven and earth."

"To achieve the Tao and become a saint is to go against the will of heaven. If you are in harmony with the Great Dao, you will completely master this Great Dao in the prehistoric world."

"It makes it impossible for other cultivators in the prehistoric world to sense and practice this Great Dao. It can even make this Great Dao invisible to the prehistoric world and interfere with the operation of the prehistoric world."

"So...there is the current action of Hongjun Daozu to achieve harmony with the Dao, and the eight Heavenly Dao saints he mentioned."

"Only when the eight Heavenly Dao saints are born, plus Hongjun Daozu who is in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, can the three thousand Great Daos in the prehistoric world be suppressed forever."

"By then, even if you become a Hedao saint, you can no longer interfere with the three thousand Great Daos in the prehistoric world."

"By then...that is when this method of achieving the Tao will be widely practiced in the world, and it will be the golden age of cultivation in the prehistoric world!"

Zhen Yuanzi was a little dizzy by the big news, and looked at Fuxi in front of him blankly.

"But now is not the time for us to be born as saints of the Dao. If it were not for the protection of the primordial purple qi, I would have been..."

Fuxi shook his head, looking lonely.

"Even so, I have to stay in this Huoyun Cave forever, waiting for the arrival of the real golden age of cultivation."

Fuxi turned around, his back was desolate, and he walked towards the Huoyun Cave step by step. Mysterious Bagua runes splashed where Fuxi landed.

In an instant, an extremely mysterious formation enveloped the entire Huoyun Cave.

At the same time, it also completely isolated Fuxi's breath.

"This..."

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the scene in front of him, but his heart was indescribably bitter.

In an age when he should not have achieved enlightenment, he achieved enlightenment and became a saint!

Daoist Fuxi should have been so high-spirited, but now he is imprisoned in this small Huoyun Cave.

"Daoyou Fuxi, please rest assured. I will protect this human race!" Zhen Yuanzi said solemnly.

Even if he had not told Hongyun about his reincarnation, the information from Fuxi at this time was enough for Zhen Yuanzi to accept Fuxi's request.

In Huoyun Cave, Fuxi heard Zhen Yuanzi's voice outside the cave, and his face was relieved.

"In this case, the human race will be entrusted to Zhen..."

"Bold--"

Suddenly, Fuxi shouted.

Then, in Zhen Yuanzi's stunned eyes, he directly smashed the formation covering Huoyun Cave into pieces and soared into the sky.

Then a magical hand fell far away towards the prehistoric world in the distance.

"This... this..." Zhen Yuanzi raised his hand and pointed at Fuxi in the air, trembling all over, his eyes full of disbelief.

This was the third time today that Zhen Yuanzi lost his composure like this.

Before today, Zhen Yuanzi had been rampant in the prehistoric world for millions of years, and the number of times he lost his composure was not as many as today.

In mid-air, Fuxi floated down, still muttering something.

"Dare to cause trouble for the human race? If it weren't for our old acquaintance, I would slap you to death."

When he fell back into the Fire Cloud Cave, the broken formation suddenly returned to its original state, and then...

"In that case, the human race will be in the hands of Taoist Zhenyuan!" Fuxi's gentle voice reached Zhenyuan's ears.

Zhenyuanzi: "..."

Until he left, Zhenyuanzi's mind was still in a mess, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

And when the evil corpse returned to Wuzhuang Temple, Zhenyuanzi learned why Fuxi was furious before and why he slapped him.

It turned out that after Fuxi became a saint and followed Nuwa away.

On Mount Tai, although the human race was reluctant, they accepted it.

But at this time, Jiuying, the former demon commander of the demon race, suddenly appeared near Mount Tai.

As if he was unwilling to see the demon race fall, and thought Fuxi had betrayed the demon race, he was furious and wanted to slaughter the human race.

You should know that Jiuying is a quasi-saint-level peerless evil. There is no quasi-saint in the human race at this time, so how can he resist Jiuying's slaughter.

Just when Jiuying showed his true form and was about to slaughter the backbone of the human race who were about to leave after the Fengshan ceremony on Mount Tai.

A huge hand that covered the sky fell from the sky, slapped the beast out of the human race's territory, and suppressed it.But...

For this day, whether it was the reincarnation of Red Cloud or the secret of the saints, Fuxi said.

Zhen Yuanzi didn't know whether he should believe it or not, or whether he should believe some or not.

...

Outside the human territory.

Above a mountain and swamp, an eight-diagram symbol loomed in the void, emitting a weak light, suppressing the creatures in the swamp.

Above the swamp, several figures were suspended in the air, looking at the nine-headed beast sealed in the swamp below.

"It is indeed the Nine Infants."

One of the figures spoke in a low voice.

"He... How could he do this, how could he do this!" Another figure had extreme unwillingness in his eyes, turned around and looked at the other people, and roared in a low voice.

"Why can't it be like this... You didn't hear his words of proof, the Human Emperor Fuxi, the Human Emperor... not the Xi Emperor of my demon race." The demon commander Ying Zhao said bitterly in a low voice.

"But even so, considering the old friendship, he shouldn't..." The demon commander Gui Che, who didn't dare to speak before, still wanted to say something.

"Okay, shut up, Gui Che!" Shang Yang interrupted Gui Che, and then said in a low voice.

"If you really don't remember the old friendship, what we have in front of us now is not the sealed Jiuying, but the dead Jiuying."

"Okay!" Bai Ze said calmly on the side.

"Emperor Xi has worked diligently in the demon clan for billions of years, and has been working hard for the growth of our demon clan. Even in the final battle, Emperor Xi did not flee and died on the spot..."

"Fuxi doesn't owe my demon clan!"

Hearing Bai Ze's words, the other demon commanders were unwilling, but they couldn't help but agree.

They all saw how Emperor Xi performed in the heavenly court back then, and naturally they couldn't erase him against their conscience.

However, even so, many demon commanders were still indignant.

After all...in that great war, all the demon emperors and demon kings of their demon clan perished, and countless demon saints and demon gods perished.

Why, only you, Fuxi, survived.

And now you have changed your appearance and become a saint.

Is it because you have a saint sister?

But we have lost even the heaven and the heavenly court, and have become a dog without a home.

On the side, Bai Ze naturally saw the unwillingness of many demon commanders, shook his head slightly, but did not say anything more.

After all, even if he could understand Fuxi's current choice, he could not accept it in his heart.

"Okay, what we have to do now is not to blame anyone, nor to have deep hatred, but to preserve our lives."

"Preserve the last strength of our demon clan, so that our demon clan can survive in the prehistoric times." Bai Ze said in a low voice.

Not only other demon commanders, but even Bai Ze still felt uncomfortable.

When, when did the survival of the demon race in the prehistoric world become the most important thing?

Two flowers bloom.

Let's talk about two things.

At this time, the demon race was talking about the human race, the human emperor Fuxi. On the other side, the witch race... the remaining great witches were also talking about the human emperor Fuxi.

"Human emperor Fuxi... is it the Fuxi I think of?" The great witch Xiangliu said in a low voice, full of murderous intent.

"Of course it's him!" Jiufeng said in a low voice: "Besides Fuxi, is there anyone else in the prehistoric world who dares to use this name?"

"Damn... Damn..."

"Damn! Damn..." Xiangliu was immediately furious, with murderous intent.

In the war between witches and liches, it was not only the demon race that lost its pillar.

The same was true for their witch race. Eleven ancestors of witches, countless great witches, and ordinary witches all died.

But...

Why, why did he, Fuxi, survive the war between witches and liches?

"Then Fuxi deserves death!"

Xiangliu thought of his leader, Gonggong, who rushed to Mount Buzhou in despair. He could hardly suppress his anger and wanted to rush into the wilderness to kill Fuxi.

"Bang!"

A flash of axe light flashed, and the side of the giant axe hit Xiangliu heavily.

"Xingtian, you..." Xiangliu was furious.

"If you want all the remaining witches to return to the embrace of the Father God and make my witches die, just say it directly."

Xingtian said coldly.

Hearing Xingtian's words, the furious Xiangliu was stunned, and the anger in his heart was directly extinguished.

He was not afraid of death.

None of their witches were afraid of death.

For the witches, death was just returning to the embrace of the Father God.

But...

The entire witch clan now only has three of them left. Once they die, there will be no place for their witches in the vast wilderness.

The witch clan will even be expelled from the wilderness.

They are not afraid of death, but they cannot die.

Xiang Liu's eyes became clear again, and he fell to the ground.His expression was dull.

On the side, Jiufeng and Xingtian were also filled with reluctance and...sorrow.

When did his Wu clan fall to the current state?

...

Fuxi didn't know about the situation of the Wu and Lich clans. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care too much.

At the moment he became a saint, the Wu Lich era, which had not yet ended, had already begun to transition to the era of the human race. No...

It should be said that the prehistoric world has already entered the era of the human race!

The rise of the human race has become inevitable!