[Honghuang] Is the way of heaven easy?

Hou Yi was as focused as a killer hiding in the dark, his eyes fixed on those monsters, and the arrows in the quiver were shot out a lot, but they didn't decrease.

With a sweep of his eyes, the name that haunted him and kept on his lips every day, or the person with that name appeared in front of him like God's will. Raise the bow and hold it flat.

Fuxi participated in the Lich War for Emperor Jun, but Nuwa objected, how could she not object?

"You are going to die, do you still want me to happily send you there?" Nuwa said sarcastically, "You are really my good brother."

Fuxi remained silent, the place where they lived was just at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, where there were fruit trees, flowers and plants, and spiritual things that Nuwa specially moved in, and arranged a cave surrounded by aura and fragrant.

Looking up, the goal is the traces of the two people's lives. This is the home of Fuxi and Nuwa.

Why didn't Fuxi know that after leaving this time, Nuwa might be the only one left in the family, a couple, brothers and sisters, husband and wife, they are inseparable, but now...

"I don't agree. Although I am also worried about Dijun and Taiyi, they are not as good as your life." Nuwa said indifferently: "You always say that I am not a saint, so I can tell you that I am a saint." ’” Even though she hadn’t been sanctified, the majesty of the saint had deeply affected her.

"Nvwa..."

"Don't mention it again."

Nuwa turned around and rejected her brother indifferently, without wavering.

This was three days before the start of the war, but Fuxi hadn't convinced his sister yet.

"I want to go……"

"you will die!"

"I want to go."

"No, you will die."

"I want to go!"

"get out!!"

The tail of the snake pulled over with great force, and Fuxi flew out of their home involuntarily. When he shook off the weeds on his head and raised his head in embarrassment, he saw Nuwa's tearful eyes and closed eyes. boulder.

Fuxi's heart softened, and he murmured: "Silly girl."

Why not be stupid, knowing that Fuxi's mind can't be changed but still persisting, knowing that Fuxi's mind has been made up, and can't change his mind, all he can do is to cover up his sadness, pull him out of the cave, so that he can achieve his wish.

Maybe after I die, what will this silly girl do...

When Fuxi left, he was still thinking in his heart, he knew that this was a battlefield where he must die, but so what?

None of the prehistoric beings is afraid of death. For the sake of true love and true nature, why not let the sky be cracked?

It's just that Da Neng always has a little compassion in his heart, for this prehistoric land, for the creatures that will appear in the future, and for the monks who buried their bones in the past.

So Fuxi never had crazy thoughts such as going against the sky. He drifted away along his own river like a fallen leaf, but was blown by a sudden wind and wave and sank into the water.

Everything is his own choice, but it hurts the people who love him.

On the lich battlefield, when there was a pain in his chest and an arrow pierced his heart, the corner of Fuxi's mouth curled up knowingly, and he still lost.

Who did you lose to?

Ha, I didn't lose to Heaven, I didn't lose to Earth, I didn't lose to Heaven, I just lost to Houyi.

He died in the hands of Hou Yi, so he lost.

That's it.

The powerful monk, Fuxi, the demon saint in the chest of the saint Nuwa, was buried in the Lich War.

Death on the battlefield is fleeting, who knows the identity of the people around them?Who knows how much Taoism the opponent has comprehended, and how much power of Taoism he has?But they are all fighting to survive in the crowd of creatures.

Before the Lich War, the Yaozu never thought that so many people would die with him, the blood was aroused, the Dao body was no longer maintained, tigers, wild beasts, big monsters with five heads and four claws, and the Yaozu with the blood of wild beasts , looks strange, but his eyes show fanaticism.

Those who know know that this is the meat grinder on the battlefield. The monsters tried their best to transform, abandoning the possibility of further advancement, and only pursued pure power.

And why not the Wu Clan?

The Dijun Mountains and Rivers Atlas is so powerful, but the witches had to step into the trap. The seemingly unharmed land, one by one, may lead to the extermination of the Wu clan.

But what can be done?

The world has changed, the wind is against the ear, and when it is time to leave, they must leave. Hong Huang no longer welcomes them.

Eighty-eight thousand and eight hundred demon clans died in the Lich War, and 980 eight witch clans died in the Lich War.

Faced with such figures, both sides are engraved with hatred.

In the blink of an eye, the Lich War has been going on for nearly a hundred years.

Three of the Shiwus died, the demon emperor Donghuang was at the end of his battle, the big monsters of the monster clan were still rushing to kill, and even if there were only a few of the witch clan left, they were still wielding their weapons.

At the corner of the battlefield, a giant with a bow fell on the battlefield with a fierce face, and the big monster with a snake tail not far away on the other side closed his eyes as if he was asleep.

Even if they have deep-seated hatred, at this moment, they are buried together in the same piece of land.

In the distance, Nuwa felt pain in her heart and burst into tears. She already felt the will of God that she least wanted to know.

The three of Lao Tzu on Buzhou Mountain looked at each other and quietly disappeared.

She Bishi roared angrily, "What tricks does the dead bird have, take them all out!"

The Chaos Clock of Donghuang Taiyi is infinitely changing, with bursts of sound waves, cracks in the ground, shaking mountains and breaking water, it can be said that a large area of ​​space is destroyed with one shot.

Shebishi Weather Witch was injured quite a few times by the Chaos Clock, and now his whole body is bleeding, but what he is most angry about is the death of Tian Wu, Xi Zi, and Zhu Jiuyin.

The three of them had unique talents in wind, electricity, time, etc., but because the Chaos Clock happened to restrain them, they were imprisoned in one fell swoop.

The disappearance of the brother's blood was like cutting off his hands and feet. The roar of pain resounded through the sky in the East China Sea. His blood-red eyes manipulated the weather. Lightning flashed and thunder thundered, and the situation changed dramatically. Black and white formed a terrifying scene of world destruction in the sky.

Seeing this, Di Jun sneered. He had long been on guard against Shebishi, and raised his right hand falsely. From the beginning of the battle, it seemed like a decorative white mist swirled swiftly, like a greedy snake rushing into the body of every witch clan, absorbing the power of the earth more and more. The more witches became mad under the white smoke, the more violent they became.

The Wu clan is of Pangu bloodline, fierce and valiant by nature, and extremely irritable. Under the control of Emperor Jun, each one of them is like a killing machine, whether it is against the enemy or his own people.

This method is against the sky. When forging this white mist, Di Jun was warned by the way of heaven, but so what...

The emperor of the monster clan looked indifferently at the carnage between the monster clan and the witch clan, die, die!

Di Jun seemed crazy.

Tai Yi continued to hold hands, and the Chaos Clock shook the other ancestor witches. Finally, when more and more people were killed, the battle on the battlefield was out of control under the control of the rising black energy and ferocity.

"Zhu Rong, what are you doing?!"

Gonggong exclaimed, just before, Zhu Rong, who was still fighting side by side, attacked him!

At this time, the Lich Clan and the Yao Clan didn't know that the Lich War also had the arm of the Demon Ancestor Luohu, so they had no idea that the black aura scattered all over the battlefield could actually enchant people under the cover of white mist.

This is something that hurts Tianhe even more than the white mist trained by Di Jun. It is full of demonic energy, and it is the most ferocious battlefield. One can imagine how many demons will be added after this battle?

Houtu hurried back to Gonggong's side, as two of the few wise men in the Wu tribe, they confronted the enemy cautiously.

Taiyi was still fighting with the Shiwus, but Dijun sneered as if success was just around the corner.

Gong Gong covered the wound on his stomach, the skin hurt after the fire. He never thought that Zhu Rong's fire would be so aggressive, because that fool would only be drowned by his water.

The heroic red-haired man raised his head sharply, his eyes were red, showing a demonic nature that shocked Gonggong.

"There are demons making trouble!"

At this time, I still don't understand what happened, and Houtu is no longer the leader of the Wu clan.After her hot-blooded mind calmed down, she realized that the Wu Clan had suffered more casualties than expected, and the Yao Clan was still transforming on a large scale. If this continued, the Wu Clan would undoubtedly be defeated!

"I can't retreat!" Gong Gong squeezed out a sentence through his clenched teeth when he realized that Hou Tu was shaking.

Why didn't Houtu know that he couldn't retreat? This bold and outstanding woman of the Wu tribe closed her eyes tightly, looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and then roared.

"My bloodline of the witch clan, if we continue to fight, there will be no descendants left, but if we don't fight, the witch clan will still be wiped out. We will die before, and we will die later. When have we been afraid of the monster clan, and when have we been afraid of death..."

The heroic Houtu's unwavering voice spread throughout the battlefield, and all the surviving witches heard Siwu's belief.

"Now there are demons coveting our bodies on the battlefield, trying to lead us into the devil's way. There is still the biggest enemy, the demons ahead. Our brothers are buried in the ground, and our comrades-in-arms will die at some point, but don't worry, the land of the Father God Still protecting us!"

"I, Shiwuhoutu, promise to have a place in the Wuzu after death! Never be a demon, never be defeated!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Houtu Shengci let out a stern roar, and then her body changed, and she, who had maintained a huge fighting posture, seemed to have entered another wonderful realm.

The ground cracked, whether it was the murderous black air or the enchanting magic thoughts, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of the transformed Houtu.

In Houtu's eyes, the black aura on the battlefield turns into a ferocious roaring dragon, entangled with the clansmen and monsters, and its blood-red eyes covet the souls of everyone.

She snorted coldly, grabbed the dragon Qicun with one hand, pinched its tail with the other, and tore it violently. The dragon, which was powerless to resist, immediately turned into mist again and was absorbed by the cracked earth.

Everything happened tens of seconds after the earth changed. Her soles gradually merged into the ground, her body became invisible, and her eyes seemed to penetrate time and space.

Houtu listened to the shouts of the clansmen in her ear, but she saw a huge rock, a riverside, a bridge, and the place of reincarnation of the six realms.

The sky was shaking, auspicious clouds were rising, purple air and golden light came from the sky, and an extremely gorgeous scene appeared on the battlefield where the fierce fighting had been going on.

"After the body of the earth turns into the six reincarnations, this is a great merit. After the death of the prehistoric people, there will be no afterlife. The past and present lives are manifested by the three life stones in the underworld. On the banks of the Naraku River, there is Wangsheng soup to drink."

Many bright blue souls emerged from the prehistoric land that had accumulated a lot of resentment. They seemed to be luminescent from debris, and flew towards the cracked earth, which is where the six realms of reincarnation are located.

The author has something to say: I bought a box of durians, and I always heard that durians are delicious. I remember the smell of rotten eggs when I bought it for the first time. After I opened it, I vomited it and threw it away. This time I didn't believe in evil and tried again, and found that...it wasn't that bad.

The core of the fruit is huge, and the flesh is a bit sweet. Maybe it's unripe or the smell has dissipated after a day. The rotten smell is still bearable, but it's really not as scary as the first time. That guy is completely stinky!

When writing this article, only Nuwa wrote with the most feeling. Is this for the sake of magic?

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