Honghuang: God-level choice, start by taking over Zhao Gongming

"I have seen the saint."

Fuxi, Emperor Jun, and Donghuang Taiyi all saluted Nuwa.

Before, both parties were on equal footing, but when Nuwa became a saint, everything changed.

Even if Pangu Yuanshen was transformed and the Kunlun Three Pure Ones came in person, they would still have to salute Nuwa.

Nuwa's aura was more mysterious than when she first attained enlightenment.

"Why be so polite?" She nodded slightly, and with a thought, a force as gentle as water lifted Di Jun and others up.

In front of the saint, Di Jun couldn't hide anything, and he didn't intend to hide anything, so he went straight to the point.

"Sage Nuwa was the leader of our demon sect back then. Nowadays, there are constant wars between the demon clan and the witch clan. We also ask the saint to help our demon clan and unify the ancient world."

Nuwa shook her head slightly, "Two fellow Taoists, it's not that I don't want to help the demon clan. Hundreds of millions of years ago, when I resigned as the leader of the demon sect, I already made it very clear. And other things, if the two fellow Taoists are here for this matter, then please go back."

Emperor Jun's face showed unwillingness and he said loudly.

"When the saint resigns as the leader of the demon sect, does he really have no causal relationship with the demon clan?"

Nuwa frowned, "The relationship between the demon clan and the demon clan, is the demon emperor threatening me?"

Nuwa's enlightenment is different from the past. The saint's Tao Yun surrounds her with an inviolable majesty.

Even the Demon King cannot help but disrespect the saint.

Di Jun had been the Demon King of the Demon Clan for countless thousands of years, and his expression could not help but darken.

For hundreds of millions of years, no one has dared to be so disrespectful to him.

But when he thought that Nuwa had become a saint and was talking to him as a saint, the anger in his heart quickly diminished a lot.

He exhaled a breath, "If the Saint Empress is really unwilling to come to help me, the Monster Clan, then agree to my three conditions, and then all the cause and effect between the Saint Empress and the Monster Clan will be eliminated."

"What conditions?"

Nuwa frowned and did not agree rashly.

"The first condition is to allow heaven to be given to the saint, and Fu Xi will be given the title of Demon Emperor, Emperor Wa, Emperor Xi."

"The second condition is to hand over the demon clan's most precious treasure, the demon summoning banner, to us."

"The third condition is for Emperor Xi to join our Heavenly Court."

"impossible!"

As soon as Di Jun's voice fell, Nuwa frowned and her voice was cold.

"I can agree to the first and second conditions, but the third condition is absolutely impossible."

The war between the lich and the demons is becoming more intense. The tribulation energy rises between heaven and earth, and there is a faint trend of the Longhan catastrophe.

Once the calamity breaks out, the saint can survive alone.

Under the saints, everyone will be involved in calamities, and life and death cannot be controlled in their own hands.

Nuwa and Fuxi have been friends for hundreds of millions of years. How could Nuwa just watch her brother get involved in a calamity?

"If the saint refuses, then pretend that my brothers have never been here."

Di Jun didn't say anything more, and took Donghuang Taiyi to leave the palace.

Fuxi's face suddenly darkened. In fact, what Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi said was right.

Strictly speaking, Nuwa does owe the demon clan a big cause and effect.

If we don't take action in advance to solve the problem before the calamity comes.

Then this cause and effect will be directly integrated into the calamity and will change with the calamity.

At that time, no one knows the possible consequences.

Fuxi naturally wouldn't just watch his sister get into trouble.

He took a step directly and stopped in front of Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

"I agreed to these three conditions on behalf of my sister. I, Fuxi, will repay the karma that my sister owes to the demon clan."

Nuwa's face showed shock, "Brother, this is absolutely not okay."

Fuxi said seriously, "I have made up my mind. There is no need to persuade my sister. Just give them the demon summoning flag."

Nuwa wanted to say more, but looking at Fuxi's firm eyes, she knew she could not change Fuxi's mind.

With a thought, a long flag four to five feet in size appeared, and then under Nuwa's control, it fell into Di Jun's hands.

Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi smiled lightly, "Okay, then we will wait in the heaven for Emperor Xi's arrival."

Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi left in a golden crow.

On Fengqi Mountain, Nuwa's face turned gloomy for a while. She thought that after she attained enlightenment, she would be free and at ease, and not suffer any disaster.

But I didn't expect that there would still be such helpless times.

"Brother, why are you doing what you are doing? Once the great calamity is mentioned, nothing can be calculated. What if there is an accident? Have you forgotten the fate of the three innate clans back then?"

Nuwa rarely lost her temper with Fuxi, a quasi-sage who seemed to be aloof and the top monk in the ancient world.

But before the calamity is measured, he is like a little grasshopper under the wheel, unable to make any waves.

Don’t you see what happened to the Ancestral Dragon, Yuan Feng and Shi Qilin during the Long Han Tribulation?

Fuxi smiled and said, "As long as it is for you, then all this is worth it."

Nuwa sighed and began to deduce the next way to break the situation.

Brother, nothing must happen to her. Without her brother, how can she live alone?

Not long after, another wave of guests came to Fengqi Mountain.

The two great ancestral witches, Houtu and Xuanming, cut across the space and came to Fengqi Mountain.

In the palace, Fuxi smiled, "The demon clan has just left, and the witch clan has come again. This girl has really become a favorite."

"Let them in."

Nuwa sighed. After becoming a saint, this feeling of powerlessness was infinitely greater than before.

Hou Tu and Xuan Ming entered the palace. As expected by Nu Wa, they asked about the relationship with the demon race after becoming a saint.

Nu Wa, Hou Tu and Xuan Ming had a very good relationship and told each other the whole story.

When they heard that Nu Wa would not go to help the Heavenly Court in person, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But when they heard that Fu Xi was going to the Heavenly Court to repay the cause and effect of the demon race for Nu Wa, they couldn't help but comfort Nu Wa.

After a long time, Hou Tu left Fengqi Mountain with Xuan Ming.

Three days later, the Heavenly Court announced that Nu Wa was the emperor of the demon race, and Fu Xi was the emperor of the demon race.

When the notice was issued, all the tribes in the prehistoric world were in a great uproar and whispered.

What does it mean that the Heavenly Court conferred the titles of Emperor Wa and Emperor Xi?

Could it be that the saints were going to help the demon race and fight against the witch race together?

Everyone's face was shocked. If that was the case, a major earthquake would probably happen soon in the prehistoric world.

Countless cultivators who practiced the Dao of Gou noticed that the wind was not blowing in the right direction, purchased a large number of resources, and went directly into the cave to start seclusion.

Set a small goal first, and shut him up for tens of thousands of years. It would not be too late to come out after the catastrophe was over.

Time passed in a flash, and a thousand years passed. Fuxi officially went to the Heavenly Court to serve as Emperor Xi.

As for the Wu clan, there was not much action. In the final analysis, the Heavenly Court only had one more quasi-saint, which did not play a decisive role in the situation of the witches and demons.

Nuwa also left the prehistoric world. She was not going to care about the fight between the witches and demons anymore.

Out of sight, out of mind. Nuwa was going to learn from the Taoist ancestor and open up a Taoist temple in the chaos.

In a corner of the East China Sea, where the human race thrives, in the back of a huge valley.

A powerful breath flashed by, and then the ban set in front of the cave was directly broken.

A young man in white slowly flew out of it. He was handsome, with sword eyebrows and star eyes. A sky-high sword aura bloomed from him.

After a thousand years of seclusion, Zhao Gongming's cultivation successfully reached the late stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and he also made great progress in his attainments in the way of space.