Hong Huang: I let you take charge of the Wu Clan, and everyone has become a Wu Saint

"No, as long as he is not dead, he has a chance."

At this moment, Yuanshi Tianzun stopped Guangcheng and saved Xuanyuan's life!!

"Greetings, Master!!

Seeing Yuanshi Tianzun, Guangchengzi was frightened and immediately knelt down.

What shocked him even more was that the Three Pure Ones actually came out together.

""Greetings to the ancestor!!"

This Xuanyuan did not have the courage of the later Xuanyuan, but instead looked submissive.

"Go to the Huai River and let Xuanyuan take the throne of the emperor."

Seeing Xuanyuan like this, Yuanshi Tianzun couldn't help but frowned. He became more and more dissatisfied with his eldest disciple Guangchengzi. He asked you to train a person, but how could you train him to be this kind of person? It is simply damaging the image of a saint.

"Yes!!"

Xuanyuan saved his life, so he didn't dare to say anything else and quickly agreed.

"Guangchengzi, you take the twelve golden immortals and my decree to help."

"We must take down the throne of the emperor"

"If you can't get it, you don't have to come back."

When Yuanshi Tianzun opened and closed his eyes, there was infinite holy light.

The Three Emperors of the human race are the peak of human destiny.

If there is no way to obtain it, then the Three Pure Ones are only in name only.

"Eight Immortals, listen to my order. You should also follow Guangchengzi for a trip!!"

The Supreme Saint, who had been standing aside for a long time without speaking, now shouted to the void.

Inaction made him have no one to use.

Now he could only look at the eight registered disciples.

These were the other eight human disciples he accepted after Xuandu.

Of course, there was also a man named Changmei, but unfortunately he studied swordsmanship and was not good at it.

Come to make pills?

His talent and talent were also limited, and in the end he could only guard the sect in Bashu.

Now looking back, Xuandu, who had become a saint of the human race, was the most talented existence of the human race.

It was a pity that he entered the Heavenly Dao back then, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Instead, Xuandu was instigated to rebel. Now that time has passed, he actually regretted it. It is unheard of for a saint to regret.

But now the way of heaven is impermanent, the way of earth is holy, and the way of man is in full swing.

Nothing is impossible.

Just like on the banks of the Huai River now

"Fuxi, what merits have you done for the human race that you want to get involved in the throne of the emperor?"

Xuanyuan descended from the sky, bringing with him a purple aura that covered three thousand miles.

This was the honor given by Yuanshi. Even many disciples had never enjoyed such treatment.

But in order to fight for the throne of the emperor, Yuanshi Saint was shameless.

"Do you mean you are going to rob openly?"

Fuxi sneered.

He looked at Xuanyuan with disdain on his face.

How could a little Xuanyuan like you mess up the sage's plan?

"We are all human, why are you saying this?"

"This is called fair competition. I am beneficial to the human race."

"what about you?"

"Apart from the support of the Nine Ancestors and the Xuandu Saint, what else do you have? What else do you have? ?"

When Xuanyuan said this, his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

But in his heart, he was jealous to death, thinking that he, the disciple of the saint, could not compete with Fuxi, a commoner. The most important thing is that the other party has the support of all the great human beings.

But what about himself?

Although he is also a disciple of the saint, he is a disciple and is not taken seriously at all.

He just walked through the gates of hell. If he doesn't perform well now, he will not survive.

So he is now broken.

What face, what dignity, go to hell.

I want to live.

I also want the emperor of humanity.

Both are mine!!

"You are beneficial to the human race, tell me about it?"

Fuxi was not worried at all at this time.

The human race wanted to use him to deal with Nuwa, so now he was destined to be the emperor.

He would take the throne.

As for this idiot in front of him, he probably didn't even know his own identity, but he dared to jump in.

It was definitely a situation of death, so he just watched him die quietly.

"I am a disciple of the saint of the Chan Sect. As long as I become the emperor of mankind, our human race will be able to obtain the protection of the Three Pure Ones."

Xuanyuan spoke.

Unfortunately, he was obviously out of breath when he spoke.

And when he said this, all the human race looked at him as if he was a fool.

The Three Pure Ones?

That was all old news.

And the human race had long disliked the Three Pure Ones. To them, the Three Pure Ones were termites.

When they needed the luck of the human race, they would look for the human race.

When they didn't need it, they would turn their eyes and ignore you when you were eaten by the demon race until there was little left.

So even when Xuanyuan himself spoke, he didn't have the slightest confidence.

"Humph, the human race is my saint's disciple, you are just bewitched by outsiders"

"If you can return to the right path now, we, the Sanqing Sect, would not mind accepting you."

"What are you still hesitating about? With the support of our Sanqing Great Sect, you humans can rest assured."

At this time, twelve figures descended from the sky.

They were the twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect.

They were the golden immortals of later generations. Now was a time of great strife. They were also severely trained by Yuanshi and reached the realm of the twelve Daluo.

Unfortunately, their talents were limited, and the twelve Daluo were already the limit.

"Twelve Golden Immortals, what the hell is this?"

"Return to the Three Pure Ones, what a joke!!"

"What a shameless fellow, he just covets the luck of our human race."

Xuanyuan's words completely angered the human race, and the heroes were immediately furious.

The faces of the twelve Daluo Jinxians turned red at this time, thinking that they, as disciples of a dignified saint, were actually insulted like this.

Unfortunately, looking at the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor of Earth in front of them, plus the Nine Ancestors and the Xuandu Saint, how dare they say anything.

The Daluo Jinxian is now just the ceiling in the eyes of ordinary cultivators, but in the eyes of the powerful, it is still an existence that can be crushed to death with one hand.

Besides.

If Yuanshi had not given a death order, do you think the twelve of them would be willing to come here?

"Okay, Xuanyuan, you are also a human, we won't make things difficult for you."

"The Human Emperor Ceremony is about to begin, just watch from the sidelines!!"

The human race did not embarrass Xuanyuan, after all, they were all human.

Why would they be so anxious to fight each other?

But just because the human race did not embarrass him, it did not mean that he would not embarrass himself.

"Xuandu Saint, I have brought in the Three Pure Ones to support the human race. Even without hard work, I have made contributions."

"Compared with Fuxi, it can only be said that he is even better than him."

"If you drive me away like this, it would be too inhumane!!"

Fuxi opened his mouth, shocking the whole audience.

Shameless.

He was so shameless that even the Twelve Golden Immortals were dumbfounded. Wu Wudi

, who knew that Fuxi was the Emperor of Heaven and Xuanyuan was the Emperor of Man, couldn't help laughing.

In the original history, these two were Nuwa's pawns, and the other was the pawn of the Three Pure Ones.

The entire Three Emperors, even Shennong, had a little bit of the shadow of the Supreme.

At that time, they squeezed the last bit of luck of the human race.

Now looking at Xuanyuan's face, Wu Wudi could only say that things are unpredictable.

"That's right, we are the Three Pure Ones, and you humans are the Three Pure Ones. Your return is the cycle of cause and effect."

"We are the Eight Immortals of the Taiqing Saint, and we have come here to ask you to return to the human religion."

"The human religion is a religion ordained by heaven. If the human race does not return now, when will it return?"

At this time, eight immortals floated down from the sky.

Each of them had an immortal look, which was very good.

With a superhuman aura, they were the most popular at the moment.

Seeing the appearance of these immortals, Wu Wudi's eyes twitched.

Why are these saints' disciples like this? Did they get kicked in the head by a donkey?

Or is it that their identity as saints' disciples prevented them from experiencing the brutal beatings of the prehistoric world ?

"What kind of person dares to cause trouble to our human race?"