The six disciples also left. If they didn't communicate with each other, they would never know what innate treasures the other party had taken.

And the most important thing is that all six of them learned their own chance of becoming a saint from the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Nuwa returned to her palace outside the world, feeling depressed and unhappy.

"What's wrong?"

Fuxi looked at Nuwa who had returned and asked. The two had abandoned their bodies of chaotic gods and demons. Now they were full-fledged creatures of the ancient world. They were also brothers and sisters. Naturally, they cared about each other.

"……fine……"

Nuwa hesitated and shook her head. What she saw was blurry, but she vaguely felt that people close to her might suffer disaster.

She wasn't sure who it was. The person she was closest to was naturally Fuxi, but Xihe in the Golden Crow Palace was also her good friend.

The message was vague, as if she was afraid that she would change what was bound to happen.

On the contrary, her chance of becoming a saint was very clear.

The world has developed so far, and all the spirits are fighting for it, but in the end, the protagonist is one day behind. This matter should be attributed to her, and she will use such great merit to become a saint immediately.

On the Sanqing side, they returned directly to Sanyou Small Courtyard, as if nothing had happened.

They all knew that they had the opportunity to become saints, but they also knew that this was not the right time.

The guide returned to the west, where the spiritual veins were cut off and the barrenness of the west had long since ceased. At this time, this barrenness also became an opportunity for the two of them to become saints.

Not to mention these, after Hongyun left Zixiao Palace, the two figures behind him hid in the universe, covering each other and restraining each other.

"Degli Grand! De Li Grand, the weather is nice today!"

Looking at a red cloud on the horizon, the good old red cloud floats leisurely and comfortably in the sky.

Unlike the Sanqing and Liu people, when he got this trace of Hongmeng Purple Qi, nothing actually happened. He was not the final owner of this trace of Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Therefore, he did not know how valuable this wisp of Hongmeng Purple Qi was.

I am not good at calculations, nor do I know how to calculate easily. At this time, I had no idea that the crisis was coming!

Suddenly, the red clouds between the sky and the earth became thicker and thicker, and blood covered the ground.

Hongyun didn't frown, and the red auspicious clouds flew out from the sky around him, fighting against the sea of ​​blood.

"Fellow Taoist, what are you doing! Can't we talk to you if you have something to say?"

"Hmph! That trace of your Hongmeng Purple Qi was not obtained rightly!"

"Is it incorrect? Why do you say this? This trace of Hongmeng Purple Qi of mine was given by the teacher. How come it is incorrect?"

Hongyun was puzzled. She obviously wanted to refuse, but she didn't. How could she blame herself?

In addition, he was also thinking about who the person who attacked him was.

Although Patriarch Styx participated in the Purple Sky Palace missionary several times, no one knew that he was Patriarch Blood Sea. Even because he was plotted by Luo Hu several times in ancient times, either while practicing or on the way to being plotted, he did not leave at all.

Sea of ​​blood.

Therefore, at this time, Hongyun had no idea that there was such a famous figure in the world.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, let me help you!"

Just when Hongyun was thinking at home, a voice sounded from behind Hongyun.

Kunpeng came galloping over, shaking the space at extremely fast speeds.

"Oh! It's Fellow Daoist Kunpeng. Don't kill him. I don't know why at this moment. Help me fight him off first!"

Even though there was something wrong, Hongyun didn't have time to think, for fear that Kunpeng would kill Styx directly, so he shouted.

But in an instant, with lightning and flint, Kunpeng flashed past Hongyun and came out. Hongyun looked at his pierced body with a look of disbelief.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng..."

"If you want to blame it, blame yourself!"

At this time, Kunpeng did not hide the disgust and murderous intent in his eyes.

"Why..."

But at this time, Hongyun was not wary of Kunpeng at all, which resulted in Hongyun having no chance of survival after one blow.

Therefore, a wisp of purple air floated out from his sleeve and flew towards the sky.

In an instant, Kunpeng flew through the space at an extremely fast speed, and the Styx's sea of ​​blood surged. The two chased each other, but in the end they were just a hair away from the slow purple energy.

Finally, the purple energy floated into the nine heavens. Hongjun waved his hand, and the Hongmeng purple energy returned to him.

But Hongyun failed to withstand this crisis after all, and turned into a wisp of remnant true spirit, which was attached to his portable spiritual treasure, the Nine-Nine Hongyun Sansoul Gourd, and fled towards the prehistoric era.

In today's prehistoric times, although there is reincarnation, there is no reincarnation disk, and there is no hell. Therefore, after death, living beings are reincarnated based on the rules of heaven and earth.

This also leads to the reincarnation of living beings being easily found and blocked.

The reincarnations of powerful beings are basically creatures with excellent qualifications and superior abilities.

Therefore, Kunpeng Hongyun dared to come at this time, and quickly discovered the gourd, and rushed towards the gourd to kill him.

But at this moment, a small flag flew over, trapping the two of them for a moment, and then disappeared quickly. By this time, Hongyun had already disappeared.

In the Sanyou courtyard, Yu Qingyuan put away the Wuji apricot-yellow flag in his hand, turned around and walked towards his courtyard.

The prehistoric period does not count the years, and the years are fleeting.

Time blinks and another three thousand years pass.

After three thousand years, the two clans of lich and witches recovered their vitality and started fighting again.

This time, the Holy Clan did not hesitate to befriend the Dragon Clan, the sinful race in the Dragon and Phoenix Catastrophe, and used their heavenly merits to wash away the sins of the Dragon Clan's ancestral dragon bloodline, so as to befriend the Dragon Clan and allow them to become guests in the Heavenly Court.

This also allows some dragons to leave the wild world that imprisons them.

Therefore, the Monster Clan slowly overwhelmed the Witch Clan.

It was during these three thousand years that Nuwa understood the opportunity to become a saint and arrived at the source of the rivers in Nanzhou, the beginning of the rivers of heaven and earth, at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

The soil here itself is the spiritual creature of heaven and earth. Nuwa mixed it with the source of water of heaven and earth, and slowly molded it into a lifelike statue.

This statue clearly looks like God Pangu.

Nuwa had naturally met Pangu God. At this time, the world was missing a protagonist. The protagonist must have a body that fits the world. This body is naturally the most suitable to imitate Pangu God.

A bit of spiritual energy illuminated the clay sculpture, and the clay sculpture, which resembled the god Pangu, came to life and looked at Nuwa blankly.

"Go ahead."

With a gentle smile, Nuwa started her next creation, and imitated herself, combined with the appearance of Pangu God, to create another person who was different from Pangu God.

The human race was slowly born.

The first few people were squeezed by Nuwa's hands, and the subsequent people were embellished with the mud that Nuwa pulled out by stirring the spiritual roots of heaven and earth that were born in ancient times.

This human race, with the power of Nuwa's supernatural powers, mixed with the heaven, earth, spirit, earth and water, is no worse than the innate creatures.

And traces of merit power also appeared around Nuwa, and the rich power of merit fell like golden raindrops.

If Nuwa hadn't been a little inferior in cultivation, she would have become a saint by now!

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Chapter completed!