Rebirth of King Zhou

Chapter 67 How Many Nuwas Are There in the World?

Hearing that indifferent and calm female voice, Wei Ziyan's expression changed drastically.The courage in his body seemed to be completely drained in an instant.

Meng Xingtong only glanced at him before turning her attention to the outside of the house.But just that one glance filled her with disdain, and put Wei Ziyan on Ding's list of men.

"Nuwa Empress is here, Meng Xingtong is at a loss to welcome..." Xingtong said calmly, walked a few steps, and opened the door himself.

Face to face with Nuwa.Meng Xingtong's expression remained unchanged.

Nuwa looked at her quietly for a moment, then said calmly: "Miss Meng, let's go into the room and talk."

Meng Xingtong had no choice but to swallow the words in her stomach.She firmly believed that Zixing had now fallen into Nuwa's hands, and that Nuwa's killing her was no different from crushing an ant. After she figured this out, the sense of fear miraculously disappeared.

However, seeing Nuwa's solemn face, Meng Xingtong was also very curious about what she wanted to say to him.

Probably not to want to take her life, at least not in the short term.Otherwise, why go into the house and talk nonsense to her.

Nuwa randomly picked a chair in the room and sat down, and politely asked Meng Xingtong to sit on the side seat.

Meng Xingtong sat down as promised, but remained silent, not first asking Nuwa why she came.

She knew that if Nu Wa was willing to speak, she didn't need to ask; if Nu Wa refused to speak, it was useless for her to ask.

The silent air was still broken by Nuwa.However, the object of her inquiry was the "soft bone" lying on the ground.

Nuwa's voice didn't have too strong emotional fluctuations: "You are so brave, to insist that I am a fake Nuwa. Tell me, where did you hear the rumor?"

Wei Ziyan's expression was uglier than crying.His lips twitched a few times, and he still took a chance and said, "I, I heard what the third disciple Xin said. As for his source, I have no way of knowing."

He guessed that Zi Xing had died in Nuwa's hands now.It should be a very safe way to push the matter to a "dead person".

"Have you not recognized your current situation?"

Nuwa said something lightly.Seeing no movement from her, Wei Ziyan felt an unprecedented strange cyclone surge in his dantian; a small part of the cyclone protected his meridians, and most of it began to rampage unscrupulously in his body.

The cyclone even rushed into the brain, and the vision began to be a little blurred, and gradually it was impossible to distinguish the color in front of it.

However, the meridians in his body were protected, and he could not die. The painful torture made him almost go crazy.

This is not finished.

There is a cyclone rampant in the body, which has already made Wei Ziyan die of pain.Soon, he was shocked to find that there was another warm current in his dantian.The "warm current" and "cyclone", like enemies who are jealous when they meet each other, are unwilling to give in to each other and collide with each other.

This caused the pain index suffered by Wei Ziyan to increase dramatically!

Wei Ziyan can't bear this kind of "torture" even if he is an iron man, let alone he is just a pampered son.

"Stop! Stop! I'm going to die of pain. Can I say it's okay?" Wei Ziyan begged in pain.

Nuwa was indifferent.

Wei Ziyan has experienced Nuwa's domineering style and knows that he is not qualified to negotiate.Had to groan. 'Gan', while intermittently announcing the truth he knows.

"...Just half a year ago, I, I went hunting in the suburbs of Chaoge, and I was caught in a heavy rain, so I lost my followers. I went into a deep mountain by mistake, and saw two similar-looking women in the wild from afar. Hit..."

"The two women who fought were equal in strength, and no one could do anything to the other. In the end, both of them were hurt, and they had to go their separate ways..."

Meng Xingtong didn't understand for a while, and couldn't help but interjected and asked: "What does the fight between the two women have to do with the authenticity of the Nuwa saint in front of me?"

The micro groaned. Yin said: "Those two women look exactly like the Nuwa in front of me. I guess that the Nuwa saint in front of me is one of the two women who fought in the deep mountains. Alleging that the other party is a counterfeit Nuwa...

"I also saw that not far from the two women, there was a white jade coffin floating, and a woman was lying in the coffin, who looked exactly like the two fighting nuwas.

"At that time, I was really scared to death. I guessed that there were two female demons who looked similar to the real Nuwa, and they teamed up to kill the real Nuwa. After that, they fought for the power of the fake Nuwa... ...In the end, eight out of ten. Nine times out of ten, the one in front of me wins out...

"But no matter how realistic the disguise is. The real Nuwa is dead, lying in a white jade coffin. That's why I'm sure that the Nuwa in front of me is a fake..."

Nuwa's expression was indifferent, and she nodded after listening to Wei Ziyan's words: "Understood."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wei Ziyan felt the pain in her body disappear out of thin air.

"I, can I leave now?" Wei Ziyan asked tremblingly with the joy of surviving a catastrophe.

"Of course you can leave. Your last bit of value has been used up, so you should leave this world."

Suddenly, Wei Ziyan let out a muffled snort, and suddenly rolled on the ground.

He put one hand on his heart and the other on the ground, trying to support himself, but he only managed half of his body, and a mouthful of blood sprayed all over the high sill.

He let out a low growl, and sparks shot out from many places on his body; the sparks splashed in all directions, and instantly turned into a big fire; the fire enveloped Wei Ziyan completely, and soon he was burnt to emaciated and lost all moisture; and then , it was burned into a pile of fly ash; the outdoor cold wind passed through the hall, and the sky was full of fly ash...

Meng Xingtong in the bright spot and Zi Xing in the dark were both stunned by the scene in front of them.

Nu Wa let Da Shang's second prince "disappear in ashes" without changing her face, without thinking about the consequences at all, her overbearing style is jaw-dropping.

Zi Xing was more surprised than Meng Xingtong.Because he once had a chance to have close contact with Nuwa at Chentangguan.

At that time, the feeling Nuwa gave him was not very good; but it was definitely not extremely domineering like the one in front of him.

Zi Xing began to believe the truth revealed by Wei Ziyan: there are two Nuwas who are facing each other in this world.It is estimated that the Nuwa that Zi Xing met last time was the one who fought with the Nuwa in front of him...

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain the sudden change in temperament of the Nuwa in front of her!

Meng Xingtong's face was pale, she clenched her fists, and looked at Nuwa with a serious expression: "In order to keep the secret of pretending to be a saint Nuwa, you killed the micron. Next, it should be my turn." Let's do it, there are too many things I care about in this world, but I am definitely not a person who is afraid of death!"

A look of appreciation appeared in Nu Wa's eyes.Wei Wei said: "I was originally a real Nuwa, so I was afraid of others' slander and rumors? Get rid of this Wei Ziyan casually, just because I have something to discuss with you, girl, and I don't want anyone to be around. It's an eyesore to us."

"Oh, if you are not a fake Empress Nuwa, with your 'saint' cultivation, do you have to turn to me, a mortal, for help?"

Nuwa didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in Meng Xingtong's words.

She looked at Meng Xingtong quietly, and said word by word: "I want you to tell me, where is Zixin hiding now?"

"You say that, can I understand that Zixin hasn't fallen into your hands yet?" Meng Xingtong's face rarely showed joy: "It's good that Zixin didn't fall into your hands." .However, I am very strange, why do you think I know Zixin's whereabouts?"

"Don't deny it. It's not easy to deceive a saint's spiritual sense." Nuwa said proudly: "I feel a faint breath of Zixin when I live here. I know he is nearby !"

"What?" Meng Xingtong lost her voice.

After hearing Nuwa's words, Zixing's hair went numb for a while, and she really wanted to turn around and run for her life in a panic.

"Your words are too contradictory." Meng Xingtong calmed down, and said to Nuwa, "If you really found out that Zixin was hiding in my room, you would have taken action to capture him long ago. There is still a need to force him." 'Shall I tell you where Zixin is hiding?"

Nuwa sneered and said, "I thought I didn't know that Zixin hid in a top-level magic weapon similar to "Shanhe Sheji Tu"? I can only feel his breath, but I can't pinpoint his specific hiding place. Dream Girl, Zixin may not be sincere to you, otherwise, why didn't he take you with him when he hid in the top magic weapon to avoid disaster? Instead, he took the thousand-year-old demon fox with him? It is very likely that he has been 'fascinated' by the demon fox. So , girl, you don't have to keep the secret of the hiding place for him."

"If you tell me where Zixin and the demon fox are hiding, I'll take you as my closed disciple and guarantee you to become a fairy within a thousand years. How about it?"