Xiaojianxian of the prehistoric and wild

Chapter 47. The Brain Is a Good Thing

"Changxi!"

Killing decisively, even in the face of death, Xihe still had a calm face, and for the first time there was a look of weakness in his eyes.

With trembling arms to catch Changxi's fallen body, Xihe desperately poured the remaining wisps of magic power into Changxi's body, and tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably: "Why are you so stupid."

Looking at Xi He who was bursting into tears, Chang Xi forced a smile on his pale face, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Sister, I know, you bet against Di Jun because of me, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't bet at all." There is no need to get involved in this catastrophe."

"When I was born, I was incomplete. It was my sister who took care of me and protected me."

"This time, I can finally protect my sister once."

Dots of silver-white spiritual light escaped from Changxi's body.

That is a sign that the primordial spirit is collapsing.

During the Lich World War II, when the quasi-sages of the two clans of the Lich had not suffered any real casualties, the younger sister of Tianhou Xihe, Changxi, fell.

Seeing Changxi who had already fallen, and Xihe who had lost his combat power by continuously pouring the little remaining mana into Changxi's body in vain, Gong Gong and Zhu Rong looked at each other, and turned around instead of continuing to pursue. Added another battlefield.

One is because the sisterhood between Xihe and Changxi makes them feel the most affectionate. The most important thing is that the current Xihe can no longer affect the next battle situation.

With the fall of Changxi, Xihe lost his combat power and fighting spirit, and Gonggong and Zhu Rong were free to fight, the situation of the Yaozu was even more one-sided.

The most powerful Dong Huang Taiyi is difficult to win in a short time, and Di Jun is difficult to break through in a short time in the Hunyuan Heluo formation. Kunpeng is as slippery as a loach, and few of the twelve ancestor witches can match With his speed, the targets of Gong Gong and Zhu Rong naturally fell on Fu Xi.

With the joining of Gong Gong and Zhu Rong, facing the pincer attacks of the four ancestral witches, Ruo Shou, Ju Mang, Gong Gong, and Zhu Rong, Fu Xi's defense that was as stable as Mount Tai collapsed in an instant.

Fuxiqin's voice stopped abruptly, and the eight diagrams were also shattered. In just an instant, injuries appeared on Fuxi's body.

Fuxi is good at defending but not attacking. However, with the combined efforts of the four ancestor witches, the destructive power has obviously exceeded the limit he can support.

Seeing this scene, Ye Xiao blinked and found that the script seemed to be correct again.

Although Xihe is seriously injured now, he has not fallen.

Although Changxi has fallen, and Ye Xiao is a bit pity that such a beautiful young lady is gone like this, but this does not affect the general trend of the Lich.

The most important thing is that Gong Gong and Zhu Rong went to attack Fu Xi.

If Gonggong Zhurong now chooses to attack Donghuang Taiyi with Dijiang and the others, or to encircle and suppress Dijun with Tianwu and the others, I am afraid that the history of the prehistoric era will change from then on.

Because as long as Dijun and Donghuangtai die one by one, even if Fuxi, Kunpeng, Xi and they are still alive, the Yaozu will become a thing of the past.

Fu Xi
Ugh!
Ye Xiao can only express that these ancestral witches may really not like to use their brains sometimes.

Although on the surface, attacking Fuxi is indeed the best choice now.

After all, persimmons have to be picked softly, and Fuxi is indeed the best one to kill.

As long as Fuxi is killed, the four people Liao Shou, Jumang, Gonggong, and Zhu Rong can be liberated, and then it will be much easier to encircle Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi.

But the problem is, Fuxi is not a fake persimmon, but he has a backstage!

These ancestral witches probably forgot that after Hongjun, the number one saint in the world and the only female saint in the prehistoric world today, Nuwa, her elder brother is named Fuxi.

If Fuxi was only hurt a little, Nuwa probably wouldn't make a move.

Even if people like Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were beaten to death by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Nu Wa probably wouldn't make a move.

But now these ancestral witches actually want to kill Fuxi first.
Ye Xiao looked up at the sky, feeling a little speechless—isn't this looking for a fight?
But think about it, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, except for Houtu and Xuanming, are all big muscle bullies, where did they get their brains?

Facing the pincer attack of the four ancestor witches, Fuxi was defeated very quickly.

After just a few face-to-face meetings, he was already seriously injured, and his clothes were stained red with blood.

In other words, if Ruo accepts the four of them to stop now and turn around to beat Emperor Juntai, there may be salvation.

But these upright boys are going to take advantage of his illness to kill him, and surround Fuxi to lock him up by force.

33 days away.

A noble and holy figure sighed, and with a wave of his white hand, a red shadow pierced the space and fell.

Buzhou Mountain.

Few people saw clearly what happened, everyone only saw a flash of red light, and the four of them flew upside down.

The sudden change shocked many people, but it was also expected by many people.

Fuxi, who was on the verge of life and death, looked at the red hydrangea in front of him and smiled wryly: "This is my brother's own business, you shouldn't do it."

Beside Fuxi, a spatial rift appeared out of thin air, and a noble female figure stepped out of it.

Reaching out to take the red hydrangea, the woman glanced at Fu Xi: "Shut up!"

Seeing the anger in the eyes of the woman in front of him, Fuxi could only shake his head and smile wryly.

At this moment, looking at the unique red hydrangea in the world, even if no one has seen the woman, her identity has been clearly revealed.

The red hydrangea bestowed by Taoist ancestors.

After the Taoist ancestor, the first saint in the world.

The only female saint in the world.

Nuwa.

And with the appearance of Nu Wa, everyone who was fighting has distanced themselves.

Looking at Nuwa standing in front of Fuxi, Di Jiang took a deep breath and asked, "Nuwa, as a saint, do you want to participate in this great battle?"

Turning her head to look at Dijiang, Nuwa said: "If I want to join the battle, can the four of them still stand here properly?"

Hearing this, Di Jiang looked at the four of Liao Shou and found that although they were repelled by the red hydrangea just now, they were not injured at all.

Obviously, Nu Wa had already kept her hand when she made a move.

Feeling slightly relieved, Di Jiang said, "Then why did Saint Nuwa intervene in this battle?"

Now that he knew that Nuwa was not going to stand on the side of the Yaozu, Di Jiang's tone was a little more polite, and he didn't call Nuwa by her name directly, but added the honorific title of saint.

Nuwa lifted her plain hand lightly, and pointed her slender jade fingers straight at Fuxi: "I don't care how you beat me, he can't die."

"Although no one can blame him even if he dies, and although I sometimes wish to slap him to death, he is my elder brother after all."

Nuwa's voice resounded on Mount Buzhou, resounding everywhere.

So, if a woman is unreasonable, it really has nothing to do with her identity, status, strength, etc.

She is unreasonable, it just depends on whether she wants to be reasonable.

　Because it has been complained about before, so popular science.

　　In order to avoid anyone complaining about the title of Ben Gong.

　　Bengong, as the name suggests, is the title of the lord of the first palace.

　　This title can be used by both men and women.

　　As long as you have a palace, you can call yourself the palace.

　　Nu Wa lived in Wa Palace.

　　Therefore, it is completely fine for Nu Wa to call herself so.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)