I robbed the Emperor of the East

Chapter 269: The Remnant Spirit of the Ancient Lord, Reappearing Fortune!

The starry sky is bright and the prosperity is dazzling.

Fuxi looked at the holy spirit bead floating in front of him, and at Nuwa's silhouette, he could see the determination in Nuwa's eyes.

As the elder brother, according to your Nuwa's birth, the brother and sister grew up together, and he also watched her become a saint with his own eyes.

He knows Nuwa's temperament.

Nuwa seldom serves as a director, even if she becomes a saint.

But once she decides what to do, any dissuasion is useless.

A long sigh.

"Brother, I know."

Putting away the Holy Spirit Orb, Fuxi's figure slowly backed away.

From here, look at Nuwa's back from a distance.

The back figure of a single person, with her long hair loose behind her, under the slightly swaying purple-gold dress, is a snake tail with purple-gold scales.

Lonely, stubborn, determined.

Since the beginning of the world, among the six saints of the heavens.

Taiqing Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi, Shangqing Tongtian, Western Jieyin and Bodhi, these saints are all fighting openly and secretly in this prehistoric world for their own interests.

Countless tens of thousands of years, endlessly, causing prehistoric chaos and no peace.

Among the six saints, only Nuwa.

Speaking of Nuwa, it seems that Nuwa has no sense of existence in this prehistoric world except for the spirit-creating human race.

No matter what the prehistoric battle looks like, there is no shadow of Nuwa.

Nu Wa, who lived in the Snail Palace for a long time, had looked at this prehistoric world with cold eyes since the beginning of her sanctification.

Over time, even in the eyes of many people, Nu Wa is a "cool-tempered" generation.

can.

Just such a cool person.

But it was the first to perceive the threat beyond chaos.

The first one to stand up and stop the catastrophe with his own body.

Knowing that you can't do it, it's righteousness.

This is the Three Purities, the Two Saints of the West, something that even Hongjun and Tiandao have never done and cannot do.

For the Sanqing, and for the two saints of the West, what is more suitable for them should be the realm of cultivation in the realm of the 'Qiankun' rather than the realm of saints.

Because of the title of saint.

Can truly be called the word 'saint'.

In the prehistoric world, there is only Nuwa.

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at the same time.

In Xuanwu Cave.

The Kaitian Four Spirits who had been silent for a long time, at this moment Xuan Wuzang, broke the wordless silence.

"After the opening of the sky, the shaping of the power of the earth, fire, water and wind made the strength of the four of us retreat from the realm of aspirations to the realm of the universe. Now, our strength alone cannot stop the coming catastrophe at all."

"Sit back and watch the prehistoric ruins?! This is the world that the ancient lord bought with his life. Even if I, Yunhen, die, I will fight to the end!"

Baihu Yunhen was obviously a little excited, he was the last one to be conceived and born from chaos among the four spirits of Kaitian, and he was always treated as a younger brother by the other three spirits among the four spirits of Kaitian.

Temperament eager, outspoken.

"Don't worry about Yunhen."

Xuan Wuzang glanced at the white tiger cloud mark, then frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Although the power of the four of us can't resist, but the four of us have participated in the opening of the sky, and the fire and water of the prehistoric world The power of the wind, the four of us can all be connected with it."

"Brother Zang, what do you mean, use the strength of the four of us to gather together the remnant spirit of the ancient master?"

Hearing Xuan Wuzang's words, Qinglong Xiu immediately reacted.

"Yes."

Xuan Wuzang nodded.

"This is the last resort for now, and it's all the four of us can do."

"After the opening of the sky, although the ancient lord died, his remnant spirit is still contained in the wilderness. This is the spirit of good fortune, which contains endless power of good fortune."

"With the remnant spirit of the ancient lord and the heart of the prehistoric that is governed by the Dao of Heaven, there is a great chance that the prehistoric can regain the power of the Creation Realm."

Immediately after Xuanwuzang's words, Baihu Yunhen asked again.

"Since we want to reproduce the good fortune environment, who will be the carrier?"

This one question is exported.

Qinglongxiu, Xuanwuzang, and Suzaku Yifeng didn't say anything.

Because, there is no need to express it.

This carrier, Qing Longxiu has already mentioned it before.

After all, the prerequisite for stepping into the Creation Realm is to be able to set foot on the road.

And in the entire prehistoric world, there is only one person who has the hope and the ability to embark on the right path!
The one Qinglongxiu mentioned.

East Emperor Taiyi!

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In the prehistoric world, the phantom beads hide the world.

Buzhou Mountain.

Countless rivers of spiritual energy gathered on the top of Buzhou Mountain from all directions, spiraled down one after another, and fell into the core of Buzhou Mountain, the Shenyang Altar.

There is a storm of spiritual energy brewing and appearing in this heavenly court.

Coercion is suffocating!
"All the gods, exit the shrine."

There was a voice that sounded in the Great Sun Shrine and fell into the ears of every celestial being.

That is, Heavenly Emperor Dijun.

Immediately, there were tens of thousands of long rainbows whizzing out from the shrine, flying far above the shrine in all directions, and all of them looked at the shrine.

In front of many heavenly crowds, Di Jun was flanked by his empress and concubine, as well as his youngest son and only son Lu Ya.

"Father, Aunt Huang is still in the shrine."

Lu Ya's small face was nervous, and he looked in the direction of Jingu.

"Your aunt will be fine, don't worry."

Di Jun patted Lu Ya's head, with a loving smile on the corner of his mouth, but when he looked at the Great Sun Shrine, there was uncontrollable worry in his eyes.

Di Jun had never seen such fluctuations in spiritual power in his entire life.

"Brother, you must hold on."

murmured.

And in this shrine.

In the entire huge shrine, under Dijun's previous order, all the heavenly people have left the palace to avoid the spiritual storm.

Only one person remained in this shrine, Ao Bingling.

In Yunxuan Pavilion.

Ao Bingling stood under the sycamore tree, and above the sycamore tree, the chaotic clock had appeared at some time, covering the whole sycamore tree, blocking all spiritual impacts for Ao Bingling.

Boom~!Boom!Boom boom boom!
In the void, there were bursts of explosions.

Circle after circle of fluctuations of spiritual power swept across the Great Sun Shrine, causing the entire shrine's buildings to fall into distortion.

Ao Bingling stared intently in the direction of the Shenyang Altar.

Sudden…!
Whoo~!

Like the sound of howling wind and fire.

In Ao Bingling's eyes, there was a pillar of divine flame rising from the altar of Shenyang to the sky.

Rush to the sky!

boom!
The pillar of divine flame exploded in all directions the moment it sank into the sky.

The flames of the gods circulated and traveled across the prehistoric sky.

The entire prehistoric sky was completely covered by divine flames within a few breaths.

but.

This shocking scene was covered up by the Pearl of Illusionary World.

Tiandao and Hongjun who were erasing the 'Yan Yin' for Luo Hu, as well as the Second Saints of the West, Taiqing and Yuqing among the Three Purities, were all unaware of the shocking changes that were taking place in this prehistoric world.

In their view, the current prehistoric world is still in a chaotic situation where fierce beasts and prehistoric peoples are fighting.

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