Saint Ancestor of All Demons

"It's useless. My Fuxi plate has been damaged a long time ago. It's impossible to calculate." Hongmeng Fuxi obviously did not intend to cooperate.

The man carrying the coffin sneered, "That is your magic weapon. It was not damaged by you in the ancient battle. Are you unwilling, or is Fuxipan not here at all?"

"Someone broke into this place before. Did you give Fuxi Pan to someone else?"

Nuwa sneered, "Hongmeng's secrets can be calculated using the Tongtian Book. You can deduce it yourself."

The man carrying the coffin said coldly, "Fuxi Xuanqing, Nuwa Ningyue, do you believe that I have tortured you a thousand times more painful than letting you be sealed in it?"

"Believe it, why don't you believe it? I wish you could torture us to death." The two of them had the attitude of not being afraid of boiling water.

The prehistoric sky created heaven.

The people in the Creation Heaven are still living their daily lives. Although it is an advanced civilization, the rich and wealthy have different enjoyments.

However, the life of a migrant worker is always the same. If you don't work to make money to obtain Hongmeng Amethyst to maintain energy, you will starve to death. If you don't work hard to make money and obtain resources to improve your realm, your lifespan will be continuously deprived by Hongmeng Heaven and Earth.

Under such rules, a complete relationship of supply and demand has also been derived. There are ways of living for the poor, and there are ways for the rich to live, and there are also ways to live a messy life. They don't go to work, don't work, and only absorb the simple purple energy of heaven and earth to barely maintain themselves. Vitality, I will not pursue any realm upgrade in this life.

Just like those mortals who do not pursue an upgrade in wealth and status, these people who do not pursue realm and longer life span spend their time traveling to different worlds.

But capital is cruel. Even if you want to travel, it will cost money to take a super-light speed ship. It will cost money to take a space teleportation array. When you go to a tourist place, you will need money to spend money and experience the entertainment in different places. Bar.

Therefore, these heavenly beings are not exempt from the secular world and have to work hard for money in this world. There is no way to avoid it.

Get rid of the shackles of capital.

Fortunately, the system of Creation Heaven is not so hopeless. There are many paths for advancement and many professions. You can always find your own way of life.

Those who like adventure can go to other places in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands to have adventures. Those who pursue stability can always find a stable job. Those who are eager to fight and like the military can also sign up to join the army. Even those who pursue a game life can have a life experience in the Metaverse that is the same as reality. In this world, you can experience various ways of committing suicide.

However, in the Tianyan game world, if you want to resurrect and purchase equipment, you also need money, and virtuality cannot be separated from the link with real capital.

Due to the nine-day gangster culture brought up by Xiang Chen, adventurers in the world of Creation Heaven are actually a bandit profession. You are encouraged to go out to other worlds to cause trouble for others, but not for yourself. It is a profession in a gray area.

Among the bandits in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, you can always find a few out of a hundred who were from the Prehistoric Alliance and the Prehistoric Heaven.

Boom! Boom! Boom——!

Suddenly, bursts of bells rang throughout the Heaven of Creation, and the sound rang seven times in total.

The expressions of all the residents and people who heard the bells, and the people of the land of creation became a little more solemn. Some people put down their work and stood there with their heads slightly bowed in silence.

This is the death knell for heroes to return home, this is the clarion call for heroes to return home.

The ringing of this bell means that the soldiers who went to war in the prehistoric days have returned, and the soldiers who died have been sent back.

In the sky, the fleets of the Nine Dragon Army and the Zhanlong Tianqi Army flew back in mighty force.

On the battleship at the front, there were many soldiers holding dark red

The box is made of sandalwood, with three-dimensional image sculptures appearing on it, which are the bones of sacrificed soldiers.

Among those holding the corpses, this time there was Xiang Chen.

Xiang Chen himself has a weak aura, holding his younger brother Mu Qingyun's Heroes' Box in his hand, wearing pitch black armor and a white cloak. His realm has fallen to the fourth level of the Heavenly Soul and Earthly Soul Realm.

The previous battle was too brutal, and he burned excessively, affecting his original foundation, and his level dropped.

A middle-aged man with white hair also wore black armor and a white cape. Mu Feng stood on the deck at the front of the fleet, beating a war drum in his hand.

Mu Feng stopped playing the drums and shouted, "Those immortal heroic spirits, those souls baptized by the flames of war, will be immortal forever. My sons from the ancient times have gone home!!"

Many soldiers behind him shouted in unison, "Brothers, go home!!"

Outside the Good Fortune Heavenly Court, a large number of people have gathered, and Luo Yu has also come out with all the senior officials of the Good Fortune Heavenly Court's departments.

In the high-rise building of the Creation Heavenly Palace, a beautiful woman in white looked at the hero box held by Xiang Chen. What appeared on it was a three-dimensional image of Mu Qingyun. Suddenly her eyes went dark and she passed out.

This is Mu Qingyun's biological mother, Xiyue.

"Xiyue!!"

Several women around her quickly supported her and burst into tears when they looked at the box Xiang Chen was holding.

"Fourth brother!!" Mu Qinghe and Mu Yuanyuan suddenly let out heart-piercing cries.

"Qingyun!!"

"Is that the son of His Majesty Emperor Feng, Master Mu Qingyun?"

"Hiss, His Majesty Emperor Feng's son was killed in the battle. What a tragic battle?"

"Son--"

"Husband——"

Many people among the people of Creation Heaven cried loudly when they saw the three-dimensional projection of their relatives and family members in the Heroes' Box.

"Salute!!" The soldiers maintaining order on the street raised their arms and saluted with solemn expressions.

On this day, the flags of the Creation Heaven and the Prehistoric Alliance lowered their flags at half-mast in mourning.

This is true every time a soldier returns from a battle and sacrifices. This time, it is not too special because Mu Feng's son is among the dead.

Seven days later.

Nanling, Nanling!

In the cemetery where many of Mu Feng's relatives, friends, family, and brothers are located, there is a grave of Mu Qingyun today.

Not far away there is a new mausoleum of heroes and martyrs, and a family is also paying their respects.

The people who can be buried here show that their ancestry is from Nanling. The deceased are either Mu Feng's old brother, or the descendants of Mu Feng's old brother's followers.

Xiyue was dressed in white, holding Mu Qingyun's hero's box and reluctant to put it in. She looked haggard and her eyes were dull.

Mu Feng stood aside with bloodshot eyes. Behind him were Xiang Chen, Xia Qingcheng, Nine Heaven Saint, Mu Qing'er, Mu Qinghe, Mu Yuanyuan, Xiang Xiaoyu, Xiang Liang, Su Qing, Feng Jiuge, Yun Qingwan, and Huan There were Bai Ziyue and a large group of Mu Feng's old brothers, as well as his family and friends, and the atmosphere was very dull.

"Xiyue, I'm sorry."

Mu Feng spoke with a hoarse voice. This was the first time he had spoken to Xiyue in the past few days, and Xiyue had not said a word to him.

Xiyue seemed not to have heard him and did not respond to him. She just kissed the Heroes Box with tears and finally put the box gently into the small tomb.

The soldiers next to him immediately stepped forward to cover it with the flag of creation, put on the alliance emblem, and covered the coffin. The blue clouds in the sky rested on the Nanling on the ground.