My brother is so stable

In the Palace of Notre Dame, Empress Nuwa looked down at her palm.

A wound suddenly appeared on the jade hand that looked like white jade, and blood kept gushing out.

Empress Nuwa clutched her chest in some pain, slipped off the throne, and sat on the ground, her right hand pressing the smooth but cold ground, her face a little ferocious due to the pain.

sky……

Against the sky...

'Nuwa, these are the elite of your human race? '

"Most of the first batch of human races are here, Nuwa, you killed them because of your own will, obviously you are the most favorite disciple of Pindao, but you don't understand the principles of Dao."

Pindao wants to rejuvenate the human race, so he will give the human race such a trial. '

In front of the throne, Empress Nuwa gritted her teeth tightly, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. She trembled and resisted, not wanting to recall this memory.

The ancient demon court slaughtered the human race, and Nuwa endured it again and again, but finally couldn't bear it, and wanted to lead the elite of the human race to crusade against the ancient demon court.

However, he was attacked on the way, and was moved into the void outside Wubuzhou by the big formation, and he was trapped for a long time.

Suddenly one day, the Dao ancestor came, and a decree came down, ordering the most elite masters of the human race to destroy themselves.

She resisted, but the Taoist ancestor who appeared at this time has completely joined the Tao.

When Daozu made a move, Nuwa sensed the death of her elder brother Fuxi, and the spirit in his body had completely dissipated.

She finally understood that she had been calculated;

Not only myself, but my brother was also calculated.

It was not the demon court who set up an ambush to trap her and the elite of the human race here, but Daozu!

It was Dao Ancestor who ordered the demon court to slaughter the human race through Kunpeng!

And it is impossible for him to defeat the Taoist ancestor at this time.

But in anger, Nuwa chose to fight, and all the masters of the human race chose to fight.

But, so what?

so what?

At this moment, Empress Nuwa nearly gritted her teeth, and dark red bloodstains appeared one after another on her body.

The main hall was directly sealed off, and a dark red light surged inside it.

The fairies of the Notre Dame Palace outside the hall came together, watched all this with concern, knelt down tacitly, and kept chanting and praying.

Every once in a while, Niangniang's old injury would recur, and each time it would last for many days.

'Nuwa, what crime should you have for disobeying the way of heaven. '

"The human race is nothing more than you knead it out of earth and rocks. Do you really want to be their teacher and enemy?" '

'Forget it, this is the fate of anti-day. '

The memory is constantly surging, and the pain is still fresh in the memory.

Nuwa seemed to have returned to that battle, the shackles of the sky kept falling, piercing through her shoulders, arms, back, and long tail, nailing her in the barren void.

In memory, every time the shackles of the sky fall, there will be a wound on her body at this time, and the blood in the hall will become more intense.

Her children, the children of the human race are dying in batches;

She struggled to protect the last dozens of human men and women in front of her body, and used her body to withstand the thunder and fire of heavenly punishment, but she couldn't protect them after all. She watched them being controlled by the will of heaven and killing each other... …

Nuwa growled and cried out in grief, until she cried out in the end, and was completely nailed to nothingness by the shackles of heaven.

Seriously injured and dying, the saint is immortal, even if he wants to die.

"Nuwa," Hongjun sat on the lotus platform, floated in front of her main body's eyebrows, and looked at herself full of regret, "Pindao originally wanted to leave some flames for the people, but you dare to go against the sky..."

'I was wrong... Teacher, I shouldn't be against the sky.

Don't kill them, they are all innocent and implicated by my willful actions. '

'Oh? '

Hongjun smiled with satisfaction, "Since that's the case, Pindao can give you a chance to make up for your mistakes.

As long as you follow the sky, Pindao will naturally rejuvenate the human race as shown by the ancient heavenly way. "

After all, Hongjun's figure disappeared, and her primordial spirit was stripped from the forehead of her body and thrown out of the void; only her figure remained in the void, and the corpses of the human masters...

Thousands of years, ten thousand years, tens of thousands of years...

Fan Tian is like a nightmare, haunting her and gnawing at her.

How can it be against the sky?

Finally?

Finally?

most……

'My lady, is the disciple related to that person? '

Light laughter suddenly sounded in the ears, and the young man just laughed and talked like this.

'It's just a little passionate story. '

'Ma'am, do you want to watch love comics or blood comics? '

This child, yes, this child went to Zixiao Palace.

Nu Wa's painful purple pupils suddenly became brighter. She struggled to sit up, letting the blood flow from her body, and took a deep breath.

'Ma'am...'

Somehow, Nuwa thought of that day, the day when this child destroyed the Golden Crow;

The only time he knelt there vulnerablely, holding the ashes of his master who no longer existed, with despair in his eyes.

Since then, he has changed a lot, and he can faintly feel his dissatisfaction with Tiandao and the anger in his heart.

Nu Wa suddenly heard that sentence again, that sentence...