Master of Hongjun

Nuwa's work of refining stones to mend the sky was just completed, the heaven and earth throbbed, and a huge beam of virtuous golden light shot down, circled slightly in the air and landed on the heads of Nuwa and Cao Xiaolong respectively.

Nuwa took out the red hydrangea, Cao Xiaolong took out the Qiankun tripod, and collected the golden light of merit.

Seeing that the heaven and the earth had been refined, Lao Tzu and the two sages of the West said hello to Nuwa and Cao Xiaolong, and went to the 33-day journey hand in hand.The remnants of the Lich were left aside, and had no time to pay attention.

Cao Xiaolong shook the Qiankun cauldron in his hand, thinking to himself, the merits of the human race plus the merits of mending the sky, and now the Qiankun cauldron has collected a lot of merits, when will he refine a few more powerful treasures of innate merits and virtues? No, it's better to leave it to the disciples for self-defense.

After the end of the Lich War, in less than a thousand years, the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods followed.This catastrophe is known as the tomb of an immortal, and it is extremely dangerous.In the Lich War, only the two clans of Lich are fighting. Although the scale is huge and the lethality is astonishing, there is no confrontation of the highest level after all.

The Conferred Gods War is different, even the saints are involved in it, trying to seize the luck of the world, and the sect is even more exterminated by the joint efforts of the saints, which shows the degree of danger.

Now Tiandao has developed a hatred for Cao Xiaolong, and even regarded it as an imaginary enemy. I am afraid that the danger of the Battle of the Conferred Gods will be upgraded again, and it is far from being as simple as Cao Xiaolong's later generations know.After all, if Tiandao wants to deal with Cao Xiaolong, he must first weaken Cao Xiaolong's luck, and if he wants to weaken Cao Xiaolong's luck, he must let Cao Xiaolong or Cao Xiaolong's disciples go deep into the calamity.

Once entering the world of mortals, all kinds of causes and effects are entangled, and you can't escape even if you want to escape. In the end, there is only one end, either turn into ashes of disaster, or escape disaster.

Cao Xiaolong frowned slightly, just stood on Buzhou Mountain, looked up at the heavenly court in the void, and remembered his thoughts.

"Brother Qiankun, what's the matter?" Nuwa shook Cao Xiaolong with a flushed face, and asked in a low voice, but her face was as shy as a monkey's butt, flushed with blood.

Originally, Nuwa couldn't call out Brother Qiankun, but she couldn't resist Cao Xiaolong's request.According to what Cao Xiaolong said, this is hugging and cuddling. When Nuwa was in Shouyang Mountain, she promised to join Cao Xiaolong as a dual-cultivator. Now it's time to fulfill her promise and change her name.

Cao Xiaolong recovered from his contemplation, patted Nuwa on the shoulder, and said affectionately: "It's okay!" After a pause, Cao Xiaolong continued: "Now that the sky repair has been completed, you should also go to Zixiao Palace to face it." We have met Dao Patriarch, let's go with the saints!"

Nuwa nodded, gave Cao Xiaolong a final affectionate look, and was about to leave.

Cao Xiaolong suddenly grabbed Nuwa's sleeve, his lips twitched slightly, and his spiritual consciousness explained through voice transmission: "I am now a well-known person, and I will definitely arouse the envy of the saints, and the heavens also have evil intentions towards me. You still need to be careful in the future, and don't give them anything to talk about. No matter what Hongjun says this time, no matter what the saints say about me, just listen to me, and don't push yourself out for me. I will finish the matter here , I went to look for you, your elder brother Fuxi's opportunity has come."

Nuwa looked at Cao Xiaolong suspiciously, unable to understand the meaning of Cao Xiaolong's words, but when she heard that Fuxi's opportunity had arrived, she was overjoyed, she nodded submissively, and said, "Little sister knows, brother take care! "

Cao Xiaolong waved his hand and said, "Go!"

Nuwa reluctantly gave Cao Xiaolong one last look, stepped a little, and her figure went straight up to the sky, disappearing in the billowing clouds and mist.

Cao Xiaolong looked at the devastated prehistoric, full of emotions for no reason, his eyes full of complex and difficult emotions.

In the Lich War, more than half of the witch clan was injured. Among the twelve ancestor witches, only the Xuanming ancestor witch who was about to escape from the trap remained. Got such a blow.The demon clan is full of demon gods, and they are almost dead. Although Di Jun escaped with his life, the two avatars and Hetu Luoshu Xiantian Lingbao are all gone. Their strength is less than three, and it is difficult to cause a big wave from now on.

The prehistoric protagonist, after this battle, has since changed hands.

"Ah... the heavens do evil and harm people, and you can't hide, poor! Sad! Sad!" Cao Xiaolong sighed softly, threw the Qiankun cauldron, and put all the weak water around Buzhou Mountain into the cauldron. With a flick of his sleeve, he put Bu Zhou Shan into his sleeve.

Mount Buzhou is the spine of Pangu, which is the hardest part of the heaven and earth. Later Yuanshi Tianzun made a shocking god seal with just a little refinement.Now Yuanshi Tianzun was taken away by Daozu Hongjun because of Cao Xiaolong's interference, and he didn't have time to collect the wreckage of Buzhou Mountain, so naturally Cao Xiaolong would not miss it in vain.

The saint showed his power, Hongjun Daozu came in person, such a big scene had already frightened the demon clan's courage. At this time, all the saints retreated, how could the monster clan dare to stay any longer, they scattered like birds and beasts, and fled away. In addition to Di Jun and a few demon gods from the original heaven, there are only a hundred or so witches remaining from the witch clan.

Di Jun can't leave and doesn't want to leave, Buzhou Mountain is the foundation of the Yaozu, Di Jun is reluctant to part with this foundation, and would rather die to guard it.The Wu clan had no support, and felt grateful for Cao Xiaolong's life-saving grace. They wanted to thank Cao Xiaolong, so they didn't leave.

Cao Xiaolong looked at the two tribes who hated each other, and there was only a touch of sadness in his heart. When people leave the tea to cool down, the tree falls and the monkeys scatter, this principle really applies everywhere.Di Jun, the majestic demon clan emperor, was so powerful and mighty, but he has fallen into such a situation today, it has to be said to be miserable.

Di Junyuan himself was seriously injured, but under the light of the yin-yang fish, all the wounds on his body recovered, but the two avatars could never be found again.

Di Jun looked at Cao Xiaolong who stood there indifferently with complicated eyes, and overturned the five flavors bottle in his heart, all kinds of mixed tastes, sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy, came to his heart all at once.Di Jun regretted it, he knew that Cao Xiaolong was so powerful, he should not have harmed the human race, let alone offended Cao Xiaolong.

It's good now, feng shui takes turns, and now my life and death are in the hands of the other party's thoughts. If I could have a good relationship at the beginning, I wouldn't have the result today.It's really a karmic cycle, and the retribution is not good.

Hundreds of remnants of the witch clan, led by a great witch, stepped up to Cao Xiaolong, bowed down, and shouted in unison: "Thank you for saving your life!"

Cao Xiaolong waved his hands, held up the members of the Wu Clan, and said, "You don't need to thank me. If you want to thank me, you can thank the Houtu Ancestral Witch. If there was no Houtu Dayi to transform reincarnation back then, the Zepi Wu Clan would not have died According to the previous entrustment, you witch clan can't leave incense.

"The Ancestral Witch of the Later Earth?"

As soon as Cao Xiaolong finished speaking, there was an uncontrollable mournful voice from the Wu clan crowd, the voice was very low, very soft...