822. Kaitian's First Mosquito - Mosquito Daoren
On the shining crystal ground, a white light flashed. A beautiful noble woman fell down gracefully, with black hair bound by a ribbon and laid it on her shoulders casually, giving people an indescribable beauty.
On one side, what fell was a man over eight feet tall, with a wide mouth and copper surface, and his chest muscles were bulging, making him indescribable.
"Nuwa (Fuxi), pay homage to the Taoist ancestor"
The two bowed at the same time.
"What's the matter?"
When he has reached Chu Feng's level, he has no big feelings about who and what he has.
Nuwa said pretty, "Disciple, I have found the right to become a saint."
It turned out that in order to become a saint, Chu Feng raised his eyelids a little higher. Compared to when he was in the Sumeru Holy Mountain, Nuwa looked much stronger. It seemed that she had gained a lot in this century.
"Since ancient times, multiple ethnic groups have risen, and they will definitely fight each other's life and death, and the end of the death and injury are heavy. The reason is that they cannot dominate. I want to use the innate Taoist body as a model, make people with earth, choose the outstanding ones, and teach them immortal methods, and tens of millions of years later, they will be the protagonists of heaven and earth."
Nuwa said with a serious expression.
It turns out that he was making people by making ground, but he didn't expect that Nuwa's starting point was to use human race instead of the battle for hegemony that would occur every tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years. This is a plan for the future of the prehistoric world.
Chu Feng praised: "As a demon clan, you are planning for the future of the prehistoric world. This is the most powerful virtue. You can bear the purple qi of Hongmeng."
A ray of purple radius flew out, and the entire hall seemed to be covered with a layer of purple gauze dress, extremely sacred.
"Thank you Daozu"
Nuwa was in a state of excitement and reached out to take over the purple air of Hongmeng.
Chu Feng turned his attention to Fuxi, the later ancient emperor of the human race and the head of the three saints of Huoyun Cave, and he also wanted to be a saint.
"Brother, don't you tell me what you are trying to do."
Nuwa was a little anxious when she saw Fuxi not saying anything for a long time.
Fuxi thought for a while and shook his head.
"The demon clan already has one saint, and there is one more, the human race may not be able to dominate the earth."
Fuxi sacrificed himself to fulfill Nuwa. Chu Feng looked at the future ancient emperor of human race who looked like a rash man, and his eyes were full of praise.
"Brother"
Nuwa was both happy and sad.
"I have decided." Fuxi firmly said four words, and then bowed to Chu Feng and said, "Do you have a request?"
Chu Feng nodded.
In this world, there is nothing he can't do except for Hongjun and the way of heaven.
Fuxi said with a sad face: "The two lich tribes have launched a stunning war in order to compete for the status of the prehistoric overlords. The casualties and injuries have never happened before. Di Jun, Kunpeng, and eleven ancestor witches who led the two tribes are all ambitious people. The disciples persuaded them several times, but they have no effect. I hope that the Taoist ancestor will take action and let them stop the war."
It was indeed a battle between the two lichs. They did not seek fame and fortune, but also had such a sense of justice. They deserved to be the future ancient emperor of the human race.
Chu Feng thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "The battle between the two lichs is caused by the number of days. The two tribes are destined to decline and cannot be stopped by human power."
Fuxi's tiger body shook and looked at Chu Feng in disbelief. Such irresponsible words were actually spoken from a saint of heaven.
"Is it possible that the way of heaven wants to destroy the two lich tribes? Although the two tribes compete for hegemony, they did not offend God. Besides, the two tribes compete for hegemony was due to the ambitions of Di Jun, Kunpeng and the eleven ancestor witches. It has nothing to do with the lower lichs. How can they die like this?"
Chu Feng looked at Nuwa. This sister didn't seem to communicate well with her brother. Why did one give up on the demon clan and the other persist?
Nuwa bit her thin lips lightly, pushed Fuxi, and said, "Brother, Daozu has already said that this is the number of days and cannot be changed. Don't worry about it anymore."
Fuxi pushed Nuwa away, knelt on the ground, begging: "Ancestor of Tao, I have actually been to the saint Hongjun. He said the same as you. I don't understand that the saint is the peak of the world and the closest to the existence of Tao. If you don't make the decision for the creatures, what's the use of saints!"
If this is too much, it is equivalent to despising the saint. If it is replaced by the original primitives of time and space, Zhunti, Jie Yin and others, they will turn their backs on the spot.
Chu Feng sighed and said, "The saint is not as simple as you think. Don't worry about the affairs of the Lich clans, go back."
Fuxi begged again and again, tears flowed out.
Chu Feng just refused.
Fuxi stood up with anger on his face.
"The bullshit way of heaven makes the creatures in the world fall into endless killings. What's the difference between it and the demon Luohu?"
Nuwa was frightened by her brother's words, and quickly used her magical powers to make Fuxi faint.
"Daozu, brother, he was just infuriated and did not mean to be disrespectful to you."
Chu Feng shook his head and said nothing.
After Nuwa repeatedly apologized for guilt, she took Fuxi away.
Chu Feng closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.
...
In Buzhou Xianshan, thousands of demon clans and witch warriors are fighting, and the heads of the witch clans are flying, and the soil has long been dyed red.
Evil cultivators lurked underground like moles, snatching blood food.
Suddenly, a monster that looked like a mosquito passed by the evil cultivators.
The evil cultivator did not make any noise, as if there was only a gust of wind.
The mosquito monster emerged from a sea of blood and said with a slut, "A group of idiots are all things I have to say."
Suddenly, the mosquito monster shook, turned around, and looked at a woman in white, so snowy.
"You, who are you, how come you came quietly behind me?"
The woman in white was in a bad state, and her eyes changed between the sun and the moon, just like the legendary Father Pangu.
"Are you an ancestor witch of the witch clan?" the mosquito monster guessed.
The woman in white tapped her jade fingers and a soft white air shot out.
The mosquito monster subconsciously dodged, but found that it could not move at all. With a muffled sound, the mosquito monster fell to the ground, cracked all over, like a spider web.
"You, you are not an ancestor witch, and it is impossible for the ancestor witch to have such a powerful soul!"
The woman in white seemed to wake up, and the sun and moon in her eyes were replaced by black eyes, looking at the mosquito monster in confusion.
"Who are you? Where is this?"
The mosquito monster was frightened by this abnormal woman and said tremblingly: "I am the mosquito Taoist, the first mosquito in the sky, the blood-winged black mosquito, this is Buzhou Xianshan, the witch clan and the demon clan are in duel."
The woman in white was excited when she heard the word "Witch Clan".
"Witch Clan"
When the mosquito Taoist heard the woman in white and said with a kind tone, she suspected that she had anything to do with the witch clan, and hurriedly said: "The witch clan is all heroes, and the demon clan is just a group of native chickens and tiles. It won't take long to lose!"
At this moment, a man and a woman appeared in the sky. The woman was elegant and luxurious, and the man was strong. As soon as he made a move, he knocked down an ancestor witch.
"snort"
The woman in white grabbed the mosquito Taoist and rushed towards a man and a woman.
"Girl, who are you? You have something to say!"
Chapter completed!