In ancient times, there was only one woman among the six saints. The Wa Palace was not like Jinao Island and Yuxu Palace. It had many disciples. The Nuwa demon clan had no doctrine, so it seemed even more lonely. Although it had a brother Fuxi, Fuxi was now the Holy Emperor in the Huoyun Cave and had less time to interact in the past.

What's more, Daozu appointed a third marriage, among which the heavenly marriage refers to Nuwa and Fuxi. Although they are nominally husband and wife, these two are still brothers and sisters. The two who got married are just the clones of Nuwa and Fuxi, and Daozu Hongjun also agreed. So compared to Fuxi, Nuwa cared more about the little golden crow brother who had been with him in the palace of Wa for countless years.

The Tenth Prince of Jin Crow can be said to be Nuwa who grew up, watching him grow from a naughty boy to a handsome young man. This relationship that looks like a master and a disciple but is not a master and a disciple makes her unforgettable now. If it weren't for the words of her back then, the Tenth Prince of Jin Crow would not have been able to reincarnate for ten generations, and to the next generation, she would have sought the place where the Tao is.

Naturally, the cycle of the Tenth Prince of Jin Crow is even more complicated and powerful. What role does Nuwa’s master, Taoist ancestor Hongjun, play? So far, Nuwa has never seen clearly and understood. However, what she cares about now is the safety of the Tenth Prince of Jin Crow, and the rest is unwilling to think too much.

She has been enough for countless years of saints. In her mind, only when she is with Xiao Shi, can she ignore the dignity of the saint, regardless of such majesty and solemnity, be the true self, laugh when she is happy, and cry when she is in pain. The Nuwa in front of that child is the real Nuwa.

Sometimes he is naughty, he will tiptoe in front of the Tenth Prince of Jinwu, use a brush to draw patterns on his face, then look silently, smile in a daze, and finally erase all of them before he wakes up. Sometimes he will be silent, sitting on the chair, with his moving eyes empty, and he will never think he is troubled. He always looks at himself happily.

In front of the Tenth Prince of Jinwu, she could also lose her temper, but she would always call him coquettishly every time she was in a bad mood. The Tenth Prince of Jinwu always smiled like that and comforted softly: "Sister, if you have something unhappy, let me talk to Xiaoshi!"

Every time, as long as the Tenth Prince of Golden Crow spoke like this, Nuwa's heart would always feel gentle and then she would smile. Nuwa seemed to have become accustomed to the existence of the Tenth Prince of Golden Crow. This boy, perhaps he is a man, accompanied him, laughed with him when he was happy, and was unhappy to make him happy.

At this moment, Nuwa really couldn't imagine what she would become once this little boy who had been with her for countless years left. Maybe at that time she would truly become a ruthless saint and no more true self. Because that true self is just for one person to see, that person is about to leave.

At this time, Nuwa cried, crying in great pain, and now she realized that the supreme saint is not important. As a woman, no one loves or cares about it. It is just boundless majesty and the status of the supreme saint, so what? Without holding hands with her, even if she lives for thousands of years, what does it mean? It is just a sad memory.

The crying in the Imperial Palace of Wa, the sighing of Jinao Island, the excitement of the Shaking Moon Cave, the speechlessness of the Tushita Palace, and the tranquility of the Zixiao Palace. On this vast land, countless eyes were staring at the human world, and countless different voices began to emit their attitudes and feelings for Chen Yuyang, which was intertwined into a hymn of prehistoric times.

In Tushita Palace, I was wearing a white Yin-Yang Taoist robe, a feather fan in my hand, constantly staring at the flames in my furnace. My silver hair was tied into a bun and hovering on my head. There was no wrinkle on my thin face. I sighed softly: "The flames in this Bagua furnace are immortal, how similar is the will of human beings to my furnace fire?"

I can be said to be the saint who was the highest Taoist saint in Hongjun, and he was close to Hongjun's realm. I once said that his left hand is the law, and his right hand breaks the law. This is a contradictory existence. Those who dare to say that the law breaks the law will naturally have transcendent power and confidence. This is a power that Yuanshi Tianzun sitting beside him does not have.

Yuanshi Tianzun had a Bodhisattva face, and he looked at the extremely charity, but there was a hint of majesty and solemnity in his eyes. He asked, "Senior Brother, is that little golden crow going to suffer a disaster?" After a pause, he thought for a while, Yuanshi Tianzun shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's good, it's good, there will be a situation where both sides of the lich will be injured!"

I smiled silently and said, "Dao gave birth to one, one gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all things. All things exist, and there must be a truth that exists. The demon clan has the luck of junior sister Nuwa, so it will naturally not be extinct. In this world, the principle that lonely yin does not grow and lonely yang does not grow, the junior brother should understand!"

"What does senior brother mean..." Yuanshi Tianzun asked in surprise.

I shook my head silently and said, "It's meaningless for you brother. Everything depends on the number of days. If the secret of heaven is determined, then life and death are naturally. We are all people who follow the destiny of heaven and have no power to go against the heavens. Even the teacher does not have the ability to go against the heavens and change fate. So everything depends on the number of days. The same thing is said, "If you respond to the heavens, you will be free, and you will be tired against the heavens!"

Yuanshi Tianzun nodded thoughtfully, narrowed his eyes and went to Taixu again.

It was suddenly a helpless sigh in Zixiao Palace. Taoist ancestor Hongjun, a figure at the peak of the pyramid on the prehistoric land, sighed silently. The dialogue in Tushita Palace naturally fell into his ears. He just shook his head, and the purple Taoist robe kept hovering on his body, raising a crazy aura.

After a long time, he calmed down and murmured to himself: "What is against the heavens? What is following the heavens? My disciples have already experienced one of the Taos, but they are still just small Taos. The number of days is irreversible. Those who follow the destiny of heaven are sad, and those who resist the destiny of heaven die." As he said that, he shook his head again and said: "We are all sad people, sad people!"

Jinao Island, with a fairy wind and a wave of fairy music, the blue robe in the palace, Tongtian Sect Master in a red Taoist robe, is the most free and elegant among the Three Pure Land. A head of blue hair spreads over the Taoist robe behind it, a cold face with clear edges, sword eyebrows soaring into the sky, noses like gallbladders, and starry eyes like sword lights.

On the huge desk in front of him, four swords were divided into two sides. This was the first ancient killing formation, the Zhuxian Sword. Zhuxian, Juexian, Shenxian, and Shuxian, constantly burst out with strange light. Tongtian's eyes were frivolous, and the sake in the cup emitted a little fragrance. Shenjun's face seemed to be an immortal who did not step on the mortal world.

Constantly drinking the wine in the glass, Tongtian snorted coldly, "What's against the sky? It's all bullshit! It's better to sprinkle the wine in the glass of your home!"

(The book Kuang Shao has been in progress for half a year, and now it has finally reached the final chapter of the human world. Next, the protagonist will go to the fairy world. I hope everyone will support the world as always, thank you!)hf();
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