Prehistoric: The supreme human race, abolishing the throne of Nuwa

Chapter 96: Named Fuxi, a disciple of Xuandu Zhan Sage
After arriving at the Huaxu tribe, Xuandu happened to encounter people from the Huaxu tribe who were watching the son of Huaxu.

"What does this child look like?"

"Is it a monster?"

"I don't know, but the head of a human and the body of a snake, this..."

More and more people are walking towards the place where Hua Xu lives, and the place is surrounded by water.

Among them, many women screamed, as if something terrible had happened.

Xuandu listened carefully, and after a while, he understood the reason.

It turns out that Huaxu's son was born with the head of a human and the body of a snake, and was regarded as a monster by the people of the Huaxu tribe.

Looking at the nervous and worried crowds, Xuandu spoke from a distance, "Everyone, give way."

A divine voice came.

Everyone turned to look, only to see an infinite golden light, extremely bright.

Xuandu came across the sky and came to them in the blink of an eye, with gentle light falling all over his body.

"Xuandu War God."

"The God of War from Xuandu has arrived, please get out of the way."

Some of them shouted greetings, while others made an open space in front of Huaxu's door.

After Xuandu landed and relieved the siege, Fuxi from the house was also taken out. The visitor looked panicked and asked Xuandu for help.

Looking at the child, Xuandu said: "This is not a monster or monster, but a sage. From today on, his name will be Fuxi."

"Fuxi?"

Everyone was startled.

Soon, some people among them thought of Fuxi, the leader of the human race who was forced to death by Saint Nuwa many years ago.

"It turns out to be the reincarnation of the leader of the Fuxi clan."

"So it turns out that Hua Xu's son is the reincarnation of the leader of the Fuxi clan."

Everyone had reacted at this time.

Immediately excited.

The humans who were previously afraid of this child also stepped forward, no longer fearful in their eyes.

"boom"

At this moment, a deafening sound suddenly came from high in the sky.

At this time, everyone looked up to the sky. Beyond the clouds, there were many clouds, the light of Buddha lingered, or the rhyme of Taoism turned into mist.

Among them, several figures appeared one after another, all of them extremely powerful.

They looked at the Huaxu tribe and descended one after another without any murderous intent. The gentle glow of the glow spread out and spread hundreds of miles away.

Xuandu sensed something was wrong, but still saluted him.

The people on the other side behaved as usual, and immediately greeted each other and stated their identities and intentions.

When the last person finished speaking, Xuandu's eyes looked strange.

This group of people are all disciples of the saints.

Their appearance quickly attracted the attention of other gods of war, the four sacred beasts and others.

However, they did not come over, but were watching in secret, especially Hou Yi, who was already holding the sun-shooting bow and was ready.

If there is no malice, it is great. If there is, kill him on the spot.

At the same time, the disciples of the saints and Yu Huazi, the pseudonym of Taishang Laojun, also arrived.

I saw a smile on his face, and his aura was not awe-inspiring, but rather friendly. He greeted Xuandu and said, "I have met Taoist friend Xuandu, Yu Huazi."

"This fellow Taoist is also here to take Fu Xi as his disciple?" Xuandu said bluntly after returning the gift.

Yu Huazi and the other disciples of the saints smiled and nodded, and said, "It is true. Fuxi has an extraordinary future, and it may be difficult for ordinary monks to teach him."

"Oh?"

Seeing that Xuan Du had a somewhat unhappy look on his face, Yu Huazi pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "How about we compete and the winner will become Fu Xi's teacher?" Everyone listened to this suggestion and thought about it carefully.

Of course they knew that their teacher had a grudge against the human race, but they didn't come here to start a war, and there was no need to make matters worse.

Moreover, with so many people coming, even if they can’t take them back, it’s understandable.

There is even more reason to lose in the competition. I guess my teacher has no one to blame.

This statement was approved by all the disciples of the saints.

Seeing that everyone agreed, Xuandu put away the fierceness in his heart.

Later, Xuandu felt carefully and felt that except for Yu Huazi, the other disciples of the saints were not as good as him, and he nodded immediately.

Nowadays, Xuandu is already at the peak of Daluo Jinxian, stronger than other saint disciples, but weaker than Yu Huazi.

In the distance, Chu Feng sensed everything that happened in the Huaxu tribe.

He immediately sent a message to Xuandu, saying: "Drive away Yu Huazi and others. There is no need to follow other people's rules when it comes to the human race."

Chu Feng's words made Xuandu more sure of what to do.

They looked for an open place and began to spar over Fuxi.

Soon, the human immortals learned the news and came out one after another. Some immortals who were originally telepathic also appeared.

Among the many immortals, there were several gods of war. They did not show up immediately and were ready to rush to Xuandu's aid at any time.

"Everyone, Fuxi is from my human race. If you want to accept a disciple, you must pass my level first."

All the saint disciples looked at each other and didn't waste any time.

I saw one of the disciples step forward, holding two swords, and rushed towards Xuandu without saying a word.

Xuandu dueled with him, with his mind as usual, he found a flaw and quickly took action. The sword light turned into the sea, and the surrounding areas were filled with whiteness.

"Keng"

Under the fierce collision, the disciple of the saint holding two swords was defeated instantly. There was a blood-colored line on his neck, which was just a scratch on the skin.

Xuandu's method of defeating the enemy with one move shocked all the saint disciples.

"huhu"

At this moment, the strong wind blew by, and Xuandu's robes rustled. When the sword was dissipated, he turned to look at the saint's disciple and said with a smile: "I accept."

"I lose." The disciple of the saint did not bother, put away the magic weapon and retreated far away.

This is not a battle of life and death. There is no need to use all your strength. Naturally, there will be no earth-shattering reaction.

Xuandu continued to take action, standing on the sky, as a defender, challenging the heroes from all directions.

His moves are extremely fierce. Over the years, in order to take the final step, he has refined what he has learned and reached a state of perfection.

Now, even the disciples of the saints are hard to match.

"clank"--

Xuandu showed great power and constantly competed with the disciples of the saints.

Most of them were won by Xuandu with one move, but only a few fought fiercely and showed real fire.

However, in the end, it was naturally Xuan Du who overpowered him. Although there were injuries, they were only minor injuries.

The disciples of the saints do not want to lose here, but they also do not want to lose to Xuandu. They can only say that Xuandu is now stronger than before and is far ahead.

"bang"

Along with the violent explosion, the mountains and rivers boiled, bursting out with fierce energy ripples.

At this time in Xuandu, a palm sword fell in front of the saint's disciple's Tianling Cap shrouded in Buddha's light, with hidden power.

The disciple of the saint, with his majestic appearance, was slightly moved at this moment and sighed: "The benefactor's magic power is unparalleled, and the young monk has been defeated."

This is the last person, and one of the few masters who has killed Xuandu for hundreds of rounds.

All the disciples of the saints were defeated. At this time, they no longer stayed and all retreated.

This is an agreement, and staying here will not help.

(End of this chapter)