My sister is Nuwa

Chapter 8: Poor Road Hongjun (Three More Seeking Collections).

Don’t ask Ben why this baby is obviously the third in the early morning of the next day, because this baby is not sleeping! For authors who stay up late as a habit, falling asleep is the beginning of a new day!

Dare to ask if there is a big reward for the sake of salted fish still continuing to sprinkle salt so late?

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Luo Xiao is said to be the remnant soul of the Chaos Demon God killed by Pangu when he opened the sky, mixed with the Flood Desolation Qi and was born, and his qualifications are still above the innate beings.

This person practiced the way of killing, was tyrannical and boundless, and obtained many magic weapons, which can be described as monstrous.

However, this person’s power is often in the west of the flood and wilderness, and there are few spiritual veins, which is simply incomparable with the prosperous land of the Central Plains.

If it weren’t for his voice this time, I’m afraid even the patriarchs of the three clans wouldn’t know that there was such a master in this world.

His appearance also represents the arrival of the first catastrophe of the flood famine.

However

“He’ll still come.” Fuxi smiled at the corner of his mouth, all this was his calculation!

Give Luo Xiao a chance, let the three clans have civil strife, and guide the flood and desolation trend….

With the minimum cost, the simplest action, get the maximum benefit!

The Dragon and Han Tribulation is originally a calamity determined by heaven and earth!

Fuxi’s behavior can even be said to be following the sky, and even he feels that the mana in his body is about to move at this moment, and the realm seems to be rushing forward.

That’s the benefit of those who should be robbed!

Countless stars faintly flashed in Fuxi’s eyes, emitting azure starlight, rotating in an incomparably complex trajectory in his pupils.

However, after the blink of his eyes, countless starlight dissipated.

Fuxi smiled and said, “Want me to participate in the Great Tribulation?” That’s not enough…”

Then, he calmed out all the agitation in his body.

He, and his calculations!

Of course, all this will take time, at least, not now.

“However, I just pushed the number one, and my cultivation has increased, and Na Luo Xiao personally entered the great calamity, and he has more luck in establishing a sect, I don’t know how strong his cultivation will be…”

Fuxi said secretly in his heart, and then waved his sleeves and left directly.

No matter what Luo Xiao does, the three clans fight or not, anyway, the dragon clan has no time to disturb Nuwa!

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“Things… That’s not right! ”

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, there is a simple thatched house.

That long sigh came from this simple thatched hut.

The furnishings in the hut are very simple, an incense burner, a futon, a jade plate, and… A Taoist who is definitely not simple.

The mountain is not high, there is a fairy name.

This house is even worse than the cave decorations of some vulnerable clans in the Honghuang, but as long as this Daoist is there, even the simplest hut is comparable to the Dragon Palace of the Ancestral Dragon!

“It’s not right, the Luo Ji Li Sect should be in a thousand years, and the battle of the three races should be hundreds of years later!”

If someone is there, they will definitely be shocked by the three corpses.

This person’s deduction method is actually better than the ancestral dragon of the quasi-holy realm?

“Weird, weird…” the Daoist muttered, but his hand was quickly calculated.

The other held a jade disc in his hand, emitting an azure glow.

But the more he calculated, the deeper his brow furrowed.

Because he found that he couldn’t find the reason why this great calamity was opened in advance!

After a moment of silence, he stood up, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

“No matter what, the flood desolation is immutable!”

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The Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Clan, and the Qilin Clan are still fighting.

They all heard the voice of the Western Luo Li Sect, but they only sent a few small soldiers to investigate, and then focused their energy on the battle of the three races.

Although Na Luo Xiao is also a quasi-saint-level powerhouse, among the quasi-saints, there are also high and low differences!

The patriarchs of the three clans, who have been famous for a long time, are all proud people, how can they be afraid of a new person?

After they entered the robbery, they could feel the improvement of their strength almost every day, and they held a breath in their hearts – when I killed those two bastards, my clan could dominate the flood waste!

In this case, how can the war stop?

Today, however, the patriarchs of the three clans truceed at the same time.

Because they received a letter, one sent directly to the residence of the patriarch of the three clans!

Seven days later, the three patriarchs came to the junction of the three tribes.

“Shi Qilin, you called us here?” Yuanfeng is a woman wearing a light yellow Taoist robe, with her eyebrows full of noble colors.

Shi Qilin was dressed in a Chinese costume with a lazy expression.

He couldn’t help but be stunned when he heard this, and then looked at Zulong: “En? Zulong, didn’t you call the two of us here? ”

“Fart, I thought it was Yuanfeng that you couldn’t hold on, and you wanted to make peace with me!” Zulong snorted coldly.

But immediately, the three of them frowned at the same time.

The three of them are quasi-saints and powers, proud in heart, and old opponents, naturally knowing that the three are not people who speak falsely.

So, who was the one who called them over with a letter?

“It’s a poor road.”

Suddenly, a flat and deep voice sounded, and a man in a simple Daoist robe stepped on the void and walked over.

“Who are you?”

“Poor road, Hongjun.”

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