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The patterns on the lotus seeds are getting clearer and clearer, and the innate patterns are intertwined, like Dao marks, which actually form a pattern of innate gossip.

This made Ye Zichuan's look very strange.

The legend of the gossip pattern has a great mystery in Chinese culture, and it is the ancients' cognition of heaven and earth.

He suddenly thought of what Huang Ying had said before. Before he entered the mythical battlefield, Huang Ying said that an emperor had entered there and finally disappeared.

Now that he saw the change of this lotus seed, he couldn't help connecting all of them.

If it was what he thought, it would be too absurd.

With the passage of time, the aura of lotus seeds became stronger and stronger, and the aura of the coercion and the king over the world was also skyrocketing, as if a world leader had come to the world.

The lotus seed stopped changing when it reached half a person's height.

Ye Zichuan always sits in front of the lotus seeds, in case something happens.

When Hongmeng Universe passed a hundred years later, the breath of lotus seeds had surpassed the upper gods.

Ye Zichuan's face also became serious, if it was what he had guessed, but if a strange life was born in the lotus seed and was hostile to him, then he could only make a ruthless move.

On this day, the gossip patterns on the lotus seeds seemed to come alive, and countless patterns flew out, imprinted between the sky and the earth, forming a huge gossip array covering the entire Hongmeng Continent.

The runes were flickering, the Dao patterns were intertwined, a mighty force brewing between the heavens and the earth, as if it had become a gossip furnace, which would refine the entire Hongmeng Continent.

The hexagrams evolve and the heavenly secrets are infinite. Between the yin and yang and the five elements, it seems that even all the principles of the universe are included in it, including the true meaning of the three thousand great ways.

It's like looking back in time, with pictures flashing in the sky, recreating the past time.

A terrifying battle swept countless creatures in, and the sky seemed to be overthrown.

Many people died, and the whole world was rendered thoroughly by the blood, the corpse mountain was like a mountain, and the blood was like a sea.

A strong existence shrouded in a halo is in battle, and his enemies are terrible, and every gesture of action can destroy time and space.

He was injured. Behind him were countless creatures, blessed by him, and endured all the disasters alone.

Then, he fell from the sky and burned in the rain, even his soul disappeared.

At this moment, two giant dragons appeared, and they sacrificed a green lotus and preserved the little remaining aura, so that the supreme being did not completely fall.

Finally, they disappeared with Qinglian, penetrated the universe, and entered a chaotic mystery.

They turned their bodies into dragon veins, and the two dragon balls merged to form a fairy pond, and then they bred the green lotus in it and fell asleep.

As the years passed by, their dragon bodies completely disappeared and turned into two towering mountains.

But the Fang Xianchi became more and more amazing, with a little bit of blue light, it seemed to be gestating a miracle.

The picture stopped abruptly and disappeared.

Ye Zichuan looked at the sky in a daze, and hadn't recovered for a long time.

Is this the truth back then?

The two dragon veins he saw in the secret realm turned out to be real dragon bones.

They annihilated themselves just to revive Qing Lian, for the little hope contained in Qing Lian.

That supreme being, with his own power, blocked the terrible catastrophe, sheltered all spirits, and almost died.

The two dragon clan powerhouses also sacrificed themselves, the immortal dragon body turned into a mountain range, and the dragon ball, which had been painstakingly cultivated for a long time, turned into an immortal pond, just to preserve that one's soul.

Ye Zichuan looked at the lotus seeds glowing with blue light, with a touch of respect in his eyes.

He was almost certain who was conceived in Qinglian now.

If it is really that person, he is indeed a respectable ancestor, the supreme glory of the human race.

With a beckon, an undead peach flew over in the distance.

Without hesitation, Ye Zichuan dissolved the medicinal power of the flat peach and threw it into the lotus seeds.

With the infusion of the immortal medicine, the aura in the lotus seed has become stronger.

In this way, another hundred years have passed, and the life fluctuations emanating from the lotus seeds have reached the peak.

boom!boom!

The powerful heartbeat is echoing, making the whole world follow the rhythm.

One day, the lotus seeds finally changed, and a bright blue light broke out, covering the entire Hongmeng Continent.

A terrible coercion of the king over the world is permeating, and under this breath, it seems that even the world is surrendered and worshipped.

In the sky full of blue light, a stalwart figure appeared.

His figure is too magical, just standing there, it gives people a strong sense of oppression, as if the whole world is under his feet, like an emperor Linchen.

Immediately afterwards, a soul like a vast sea burst out, covering the entire Hongmeng Continent and even spreading into the universe.

Many people living in this universe were startled and looked over here one after another.

Especially Lin Yuyao and others, they have been living in the universe, and at this moment they actually felt a strange but powerful aura.

In this universe, there is such a strange power?

When did it appear, they didn't even notice it.

Seeing that figure, Ye Zichuan frowned slightly.

But soon, the power of the powerful soul faded, and the sky full of blue light slowly dissipated.

The stalwart figure appeared in front of Ye Zichuan.

His upper body was naked, his skin was bronze, his body was strong and powerful, and every inch of his muscles seemed to have been carefully carved, full of terrifying power that would destroy the world.

Then, his blazing eyes fell on Ye Zichuan.

"Human race?"

Ye Zichuan looked at him and slowly uttered four words: "Human Emperor...Fuxi!"

That's right, the person in front of you is not someone else, but a human emperor of the human race, the Great Fuxi!

There are too many legends about this person. In the myth, it is said that he and the god Nuwa are brothers and sisters, with heads and snakes.

But what Ye Zichuan sees now is not the case, it is no different from the human race, and it resonates with his blood, making his blood boil.

Fuxi seemed to be sorting out her own memories. After a long time, the expression in her eyes calmed down, and her powerful aura gradually reduced.

"It's actually been so long."

He expressed such emotion.

"The younger generation of the human race, I have seen the emperor!"

Ye Zichuan saluted him respectfully, and this ancestor deserved his worship.

"Human race has a younger generation like you. Even if I die in battle, I won't complain."

Fuxi smiled relievedly. There is nothing more happier than seeing a powerful junior when he wakes up.

"It seems that Human Race is well."