Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 109 [Accepting Black Turtle as a Disciple, Nuwa Arrives]

The golden turtle looked at Samsara Taoist with an innocent look on his face.

“If anyone sits at home, disaster will come from heaven.”

The reincarnation Taoist looked at the ignorant and innocent golden turtle with a little melancholy. This world is like this, everyone lives under the trajectory of heaven.

Calculations come and go, and just when you think you are a chess player, you become a chess piece in the hands of others in the blink of an eye.

The only way to survive is to be smarter and stronger than others.

The Black Turtle has been around for billions of years, and the specific time can even be traced back to the Longhan Tribulation Period millions of years ago. It has never touched anyone since its birth, and there is no reason for it.

But even so, he was still calculated by heaven. Billions of years of practice were in vain, and even his physical body was used to support heaven and earth.

"From now on, you will be my great disciple, Taoist Reincarnation."

"What is a big disciple? Can you eat it?"

Xuangui's voice was extremely pure, as spotless as a piece of white paper.

Samsara Taoist laughed out loud and looked solemn: "As you worship me as your master, you must respect your master's teachings, remember the rules of the sect, and do not do anything you want."

"Still uphold your virtue and practice diligently."

"Who are you? Why should I become your teacher?"

The golden turtle's face was tightly knitted together, and he seemed to be very unwilling. The golden turtle was the mysterious turtle that was killed by Nuwa before he was alive. He was lazy by nature. Although his memory has disappeared now, he is still the same person after all, and his temperament has become lazy.

"I am the Great Emperor of Fengdu. I am in charge of the underworld. Please worship me as your teacher. I will teach you the art of the Great Dao and make you a strong man. There will be no one in the world who can bully you."

"Would you like to pay your respects?"

Zhang Yan's words were extremely strong and sonorous, and they were hidden deep in Jin Gui's heart. Especially the words "strong" ignited a ray of emotion buried deep in his heart. Looking at the reincarnation Taoist, his whole body became excited.

"Blessed, I worship you as my teacher. You want to teach me how to become a strong person."

"I don't want to be a weakling who can be exploited by others."

Although the beetle's eyes are small, they are extremely firm.

The reincarnation Taoist nodded slightly and said to himself: "It seems that even if he lost all his memories, the disappearance of his body and death still deeply stimulated him."

"Okay, from now on you will be my disciple, and I will give you the name Xuangui."

"Xuangui pays homage to the master."

Samsara Taoist nodded with satisfaction.

The numerous merits and virtues that Xuangui obtained during his lifetime were enough for him to directly enter the realm of Daluo Jinxian from his current mortal realm, but the reincarnation Taoist would not guide him to do so.

Now, the most important thing is to find a new body for Xuan Turtle.

In the state of the soul, if you want to have a physical body, the easiest way is to seize the body. However, the physical body of the body has a very low compatibility, and may even cause backlash. This path is not an option.

However, as the Emperor of Fengdu, Zhang Yan does not need to worry about this matter at all. He only needs to throw the black turtle into reincarnation and be reborn once.

Samsara Taoist thought for a moment and then said: "You should follow me to practice. When there is a suitable opportunity to become a teacher, I will help you find a suitable body."

If reincarnation is to be re-established, then the reincarnation Taoist will naturally not let the black turtle reincarnate as a demon.

After all, since the disciples accepted by Taoist Reincarnation were accepted by Zhang Yan, it is no secret that Yuanshi Tianzun hates the demon clan. It is absolutely impossible for him to accept a person from the demon clan as a disciple of the third generation of Chanjiao.

"Yes."

The black turtle's head hit the bottom and he obeyed the reincarnation Taoist's arrangements. Accepting Xuan Gui as a disciple was all Zhang Yan's instruction, otherwise Taoist Samsara would never have such enthusiasm. After all, Taoist Samsara was an evil corpse chopped off by Zhang Yan's evil thoughts, and his temperament was relatively cold.

Samsara Taoist did not teach Black Turtle how to practice, but taught him a technique to warm up the soul and let him temper the soul.

The Yuanshen, which is dozens of feet long, is still too big. If he were reincarnated into the human race, a giant might be born.

After doing all this, the reincarnation Taoist once again fell into a state of meditation with his eyes closed.

It was still a thousand years before the birth of the Three Emperors, and the ancient land fell into peace, and even the usual disputes were reduced.

Thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye, and a ray of daylight came from the chaos outside the sky towards the ancient land.

I don’t know how much distance it has covered before this white light came to the Netherworld Blood Sea.

"The breath of Saint Nuwa!"

Deep in the sea of ​​​​blood, a man bathed in blood looked at the shadow across the sky with a solemn expression, but soon Styx ignored him because the white light was not directed at him.

White light streaked across the Netherworld Blood Sea, exuding a strange Tao Yun, breaking a space crack above the blood sea and getting in.

Hell!

The reincarnation Taoist suddenly opened his eyes, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes. This ray of light penetrated the boundless black fog in the underworld and descended into the six realms of reincarnation.

"Saint Nuwa!"

In an instant, Taoist Samsara's thoughts were complicated, but he saw in the six reincarnations, a soul with closed eyes was shrouded in black light. Stopping there, Taoist Samsara looked around and saw that the man turned out to be Fuxi, Nuwa's brother.

Two astonishing Qi machines collided in the void, and the aftermath of the splash shook the space and distorted it. The depressing aura made the dead souls and ghosts in the entire underworld feel palpitated.

"Nu Wa, the six realms of reincarnation are transformed by my body. Here I am the sky."

"Even if you are here, you cannot destroy reincarnation in my hands."

"Humph!"

A cold snort shook the entire underworld, and the white light covering Fuxi's surface scattered in the air, condensing into the figure of a woman in palace clothes.

The boundless black mist surged, and Empress Pingxin, who was wearing a black robe, looked at Saint Nuwa with a cold look on her body.

"Houtu, Fuxi is the destined human emperor, he must be reincarnated through reincarnation."

Although Nuwa was full of coldness, she did not get angry because of her calm words.

"That is the general trend of heaven and has nothing to do with me. No one is allowed to interfere with the order of reincarnation without my consent."

"Also, Houtu is dead, and I am Empress Pingxin."

Empress Pingxin does not show off to Nuwa as a saint at all.

Although Empress Pingxin said that Hou Tu was dead, her hatred for Nuwa remained unabated in her eyes. One was a saint from the demon clan, and the other was born from the witch clan. How could they talk to each other if they collided with each other.

Not taking action directly is already giving the saint face.

Nuwa looked very ugly. He wanted to send Fuxi to the throne of emperor. He had already made peace with the saints and got their acquiescence, but he didn't expect that he would be stuck in reincarnation.

Unlike all the saints in the prehistoric times, Pingxin's predecessor was Houtu, and he would never give Nuwa any face.

But Nuwa would not give up. Fuxi must be baptized by the power of reincarnation, otherwise her power of creation alone would not be able to make up for Fuxi's lack of soul.

Nuwa's eyes grew cold as she thought of this. If Hou Tu refused to let him go, then she would have no choice but to break in.

(End of this chapter)