Hong Huang: I, the ancestor of the dragon clan, will never come out!

If Ao Yang just felt dizzy at this time, then Fuxi was truly dizzy.

As a dragon-shaped appearance that is not suitable for being a whip, it can be like a real whip in the hands of the wild giant.

The secret is rotation.

Ultra-high-speed rotation!

No matter what is colliding, as long as it rotates, it looks no different from a slightly thicker golden whip.

Therefore, at this time, the golden dragon of human destiny (Fuxi) is rotating at high speed, and then being used as a whip to whip Xiangliu.

And...

He had to listen to Xiangliu being whipped and scolding him constantly.

How innocent...

So, Fuxi, who was dizzy, increased his strength and mobilized more power from the Jiuzhou barrier.

So.

Xiangliu's screams became more piercing.

However, the words insulting Fuxi were much less.

Fuxi's consciousness couldn't help but feel satisfied.

Looking at Xiangliu who was only concerned with screaming, the wild giant suddenly stopped his movements, as if he had had enough fun.

He raised the golden dragon of human luck in his hand high.

The golden dragon, swinging at super high speed, also maintained an upright posture, as if holding a golden...spear!

The wild giant who was about to take action paused, and then the swinging movement changed slightly, and the originally straight golden dragon slightly tilted to both sides.

The original spear shape became flat, just like a golden sword.

Then, a satisfied smile appeared on the face of the wild giant.

"Disaster beast Xiangliu, in view of the fact that you have caused various disasters in my human territory and slaughtered my human race, I... Dayu, will borrow the power of Jiuzhou to keep you here forever."

The moment the voice fell.

The golden sword in his hand fell with a bang, and the dazzling beam of light shot straight into the sky.

The dazzling light contained the power of humanity, which came from the suppression of people.

As long as the human race exists, the suppression of people will not dissipate.

Xiang Liu will be suppressed all the time, and there is no possibility of escape.

Just looking at this dazzling pillar of light, you can clearly see the will of humanity contained in it.

And this also made the quasi-saints in the prehistoric world quiet down.

Although Xiang Liu did not fall at this time, they all knew at this time... There will be no more great witches named Xiang Liu in the prehistoric world.

This scene made many powerful people who originally had some thoughts about the human race hide their thoughts deeper.

Well!

The thoughts are impossible to disappear.

Therefore, these powerful people decided to be more secretive or slightly change their plans.

The dazzling light slowly dissipated.

Only a large area of ​​black evil swamps, which was transformed by Xiangliu's power, and five high platforms around it were left as objects of suppression.

On the vast land.

The setting sun was setting in the west.

The dim sunlight shone on the giant, who stood on the ground, staring at the defeated enemy.

Turning around, he looked at the civilians he had saved.

"Brother Fuxi, thank you!"

In the Jiuzhou barrier, Gui Ling waved his hands excitedly and shouted.

Jin Ling, who was originally smiling, froze.

What the hell?

Brother Fuxi?

That Fuxi?

Holy Emperor?

Countless question marks appeared in Jin Ling's heart at this time.

On the other side, the wild giant who was about to fly away with his hands raised paused, and looked at Gui Ling from a distance with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

And the corner of the mouth of the human destiny golden dragon on the side quietly raised a very weak arc.

Then, the rich expression on the face of the wild giant disappeared instantly, and the expressionless and rough face quietly looked at the turtle spirit and the golden spirit in the distance.

Among the wild giants, countless human cultivators who formed the human battle formation were as expressionless as the wild giant at this time.

Although...

In their perception, they had just done a big thing with their own hands.

Although they knew that it was not done by them.

But...

The extremely real perception just now told them that what happened just now was done by them.

Even from beginning to end, they did not feel controlled at all.

It was as if it was really the great witch Xiangliu they bullied.

This feeling was the same for Yu and the other four human Daluo Jinxian.

"Is this... the power of the Saint Emperor?"

In Yu's heart, the extreme sense of reality and the extreme sense of unreality collided with each other. Although it was a chaotic mind, Yu did not feel the slightest discomfort.

At the same time, an extremely magical method was also in his sea of ​​consciousness., slowly emerged.

…

"Wow!"

In the Fire Cloud Cave.

Fuxi, who looked up at the sky, suddenly smiled.

Although his actions this time were miserable, he was used as a whip, regarded as the real murderer by the whole prehistoric world, and was constantly insulted by Xiangliu.

But...

Just the last sentence of thank you, Senior Brother Fuxi, was enough for Fuxi to laugh for a thousand years.

Of course, he was not a heavy junior sister control, because he was happy to be thanked by his junior sister.

But when he thought of someone's face at this time.

Fuxi couldn't help but want to do three whites in a row, and then recite a poem to express his mood at this time.

But...

Thinking of someone's integrity.

Fuxi still quietly gave up this idea.

Then silently rewarded himself for reducing the burden.

The number of clones in the Demon Cave was permanently reduced by one hundred, leaving only the number of clones minus one hundred billion.

…

East China Sea.

Ao Changsheng Dojo.

The real murderer behind the scenes was looking up at the sky at this time.

Ao Changsheng did not blame Gui Ling for the fact that he was mistaken for his senior brother when he rescued his little apprentice.

After all, from beginning to end, he did not show any identity about himself. Instead, no matter whether it was Xiang Liu or himself.

They all believed that he was Fuxi.

Even when he sealed Xiang Liu at the end, he called himself Dayu, and then activated the golden dragon of human destiny, leaving the breath of Fuxi in it.

In this case, it would be strange if Gui Ling did not admit his mistake.

But...

He now wanted to drag Xiang Liu out of the seal again, hang him up and whip him for three days and three nights, never stopping.

After continuous deep breathing, Ao Changsheng calmed down.

Then he raised his hand, and golden light shone on his fingertips, leaving elegant words in the void.

"On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, my disciple Gui Ling left the Taoist temple and went to the prehistoric world for more than a hundred years. She mistook her master's identity. I have recorded this matter."

"Also, I am very dissatisfied with the progress of my disciple Gui Ling's cultivation. In more than a hundred years, she has not comprehended a world of magical powers, and her cultivation has not improved much."

"The reason is that in more than a hundred years, she played around with a beautiful little girl and forgot to practice."

"In conclusion: my disciple Gui Ling is not suitable for free-range."

These words were written by Ao Changsheng in the void.

Ao Changsheng finally felt much more comfortable in his heart.

That light smile, as if everything was under control, appeared on his face again.

Isn't it just that she was mistaken in the end?

What's the matter?

My disciple Fuxi is much more miserable than me!

...

"Too much bullying of witches... too much bullying of witches..."

In the Wu clan's land, in Pangu Hall, Jiufeng, the only quasi-saint witch of the Wu clan, was furious at this time.

Although the fighting power is against the sky, the Wu clan does not practice immortality and has no soul, so they are much slower to sense the major events in the prehistoric world.

At this time, Xiangliu has been suppressed in the border of the human race, and she just knew it.

The same thing happened to Fengbo Yushi, Chiyou and Xingtian in the past, otherwise... how could she watch such a thing happen.

And this time is even more serious than the previous Fengbo Yushi and Chiyou Xingtian.

Although Fengbo Yushi was taken to the heaven, Chiyou Xingtian was dismembered and suppressed, but this is limited.

Jiufeng also knows that at most she will suffer for a period of time, and will return to the Wu clan safely sooner or later.

But this time, the great witch Xiangliu... is suppressed forever!

That suppression method that Xiangliu will not come out until the human race is dead, even Jiufeng has no way to deal with it.

After all...

That is the work of a saint!

"Fuxi...Fuxi..." Jiufeng gnashed her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred, but soon.

Jiufeng was discouraged. The more hatred in her eyes before, the more powerless she was now.

Saint!

Jiufeng thought of the experience of fighting with Lady Pingxin in the underworld.

Without really facing a saint, you can never imagine how powerful this realm is.

In a sense, Lady Pingxin is actually the saint of the witch clan and the backer of the witch clan.

But thinking of Lady Pingxin, Jiufeng felt even more powerless, and even a strong sense of sadness surged up.

The most terrifying thing in this world is that the backer you think is the one who is calculating you.

"Lady Hou Tu, are you really no longer a witch as you said when you turned into reincarnation?"

Jiufeng looked at the empty Pangu Temple sadly.

Once upon a time, this place was a place where hundreds of millions of witches laughed and talked.

The netherworld!

The underworld!

Pingxin looked at Jiufeng in Pangu Temple with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"I also want to change back toHou Tu, I will transform back into the ancestor witch to protect you... But, the witch clan..." Ping Xin murmured softly.

At the end, Ping Xin's voice was only audible to herself.