Prehistoric: At the beginning of the sword cut the statue of Nuwa

Chapter 1 King, stop

"I actually transmigrated and became the famous faint king, King Zhou and Di Xin."

In front of the white jade statue of Nuwa, which is more than a thousand feet tall, a tall young man in a python robe slowly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed between them.

He is a player who is addicted to extreme sports in later generations, Li Ning, in the last extreme challenge, when diving [-] meters below the seabed, his body was directly crushed by the terrifying seabed pressure.

Unexpectedly, although his body was crushed, his consciousness was directly swallowed by the vortex of the undercurrent of the seabed. After traveling through the long river of time, he came to the moment when King Zhou worshiped Nuwa and engraved the Yin poem that has been passed down through the ages, occupying King Zhou's attention. body.

"The prehistoric world, the conferred gods, the last moment of the existence of the prehistoric world, if you want to survive, you have to fight against Hongjun Daozu, against the six saints, against all the gods and demons in the sky, interesting, interesting."

"This extreme challenge is much more interesting than diving, climbing Mount Everest, and crossing the Bermuda Triangle."

"Yes, I, Li Ning, accept this challenge."

"From now on, there will be no more Li Ning, only King Zhou and Emperor Xin."

A cold light of excitement flashed in King Zhou's eyes. He felt that this challenge made his heart beat wildly. He could even hear the sound of his heart beating wildly.

Prehistoric myths and stories, he especially liked them when he was young in his previous life.

The memories of the gods and demons, Sanqing, Daozu, and the two saints of the West are still fresh in the sky.

It's just that it is extremely uncomfortable for the human race, who is the protagonist of the world, to be reduced to a pawn in the hands of the saints, a tool for the game, and to be divided up their luck.

This time, he was reborn as the last human king of the human race at the end of the prehistoric period, and had the opportunity to change the future of the human race with his own hands.

Although the resistance faced will be unimaginable.

But he feels that life is extremely boring, and he likes to challenge the limits of life and death, and he never knows what fear is.

Lead the human race that has almost been reduced to pawns at this time, change their destiny step by step, get rid of the control of Hongjun and the saints, reach the peak of the prehistoric world, and become a veritable protagonist of the world.

There are things that are more exciting than this, and that are more on the verge of life and death.

A cold light flashed across Di Xin's eyes, and he felt his blood flow rapidly.

"Your Majesty, it's time to pay homage to Empress Nuwa."

At this time, a low voice came from behind Di Xin's ears.

When Di Xin looked back, his eyes looked extremely indifferent, and his face flushed slightly under the short-term stimulation of the limit.

"Fei Zhong, are you teaching Gu how to do things?"

According to the legend, Di Xin was born with supernatural power. He could lift a huge bronze tripod with his hands.

At this moment, the imperial coercion originally carried by Di Xin was superimposed on the implication of ignoring life and death and challenging the limit of life and death in Di Xin's eyes at this time. Slippery, the body that was kneeling on the ground fell directly to the ground, hurriedly got up and knelt down, not daring to say another word.

Because of this moment, an inexplicable feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

The one in front of him seemed to be no longer the mediocre King Zhou who could be manipulated by them.

It is a godless emperor who can decide their life and death in a moment of thought.

This thought made Fei Zhong terrified, feeling at a loss for no reason, and couldn't even figure out why this illusion appeared.

The corner of Di Xin's mouth curled up into a sneer, and he admired the identity that can determine the life and death of countless people with this kind of light smile.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his head and looked in front of him. The statue of Nuwa, a saint who was over a thousand feet tall, stood upright. When he observed it carefully, there was an indescribable meaning in his eyes.

The statue of Nuwa is made of some kind of unknown white jade stone, flowing with a witty luster, as if giving this statue a certain divinity.

The eyes of the Nuwa statue are indifferent, giving people a sense of extreme majesty and dignity.

He was over a thousand feet tall, even taller than his palace, as if overlooking the entire Chaoge City, above him, the king of men.

"As expected of the legendary Nuwa sage, she is so beautiful that Gudu is moved. I want to marry your real deity into the harem, so I can enjoy it and emulate it."

Di Xin murmured to himself, his eyes as indifferent as lightning scanned Nuwa's body inch by inch.

I have to admit that even if it's just a statue of Nuwa, it still gives people a sense of perfection and beauty.

The spirituality on the statue makes the whole statue of Nuwa come alive, as if it came alive.

Kneeling behind him, Fei Zhong and You Hun, the two ministers closest to King Zhou, heard Di Xin's words, their bodies trembled violently, and their heads were lowered, as if they wanted to bury their heads in the ground.

Saint Nuwa is the mother who created the human race, the Holy Mother of the human race. She has such a noble status and is admired by countless human races.

King Zhou dared to say that he wanted to take the sage Nuwa back to the harem for a closer look, what a treason.

If it gets out, King Zhou will be reviled by the entire human race in an instant, and he will have a solid reputation as a faint king.

Even, it will cause the wrath of gods and demons in the sky.

"I hope that King Zhou just acted on a whim, otherwise the whole world will be shaken."

Fei Zhong and You Hun murmured in their hearts, trembling all over, extremely terrified.

King Zhou's words were so rebellious that even the two famous treacherous ministers dared not think such a thing.

"Shh!"

Suddenly, the sound of a clanging sword resounded in the Nuwa Temple, and the sharp sword light reflected on the wall.

Immediately, a gust of wind blew up suddenly, and many ministers raised their heads, stunned for an instant, their eyes opened angrily, full of panic.

"My lord, stop!"

Not even caring about the differences between monarchs and ministers, many ministers opened their eyes wide and spoke in unison.

Even at this time, Fei Zhong and You Hun, who were closest to Di Xin, trembled in fear, jumped up like rabbits, and rushed towards Di Xin, as if to stop his movements.

At this time, Di Xin pulled out the heavy sword at his waist, bent his knees slightly, and a terrifying coldness flickered in his eyes.

Anyone can see what this King Zhou wants to do.

He really wanted to kill the Virgin Mary of Human Race and the statue of Nuwa with his sword.

(End of this chapter)