Hong Huang: The first disciple of the Taiqing, the master of the Three Teachings

Xuan Zhou was obviously more aware of the not-so-good things that the Taiqing sage felt.

If there is no change in history, a series of things should indeed happen next.

It can even cause disputes over the interpretation and interception of the two religions in the future.

This is... the beginning of the God Conferred Calamity!

......

Farewell to the Taiqing sage and Xuandu junior brother.

Xuanzhou went to the Wa Palace alone and met the Nuwa sage.

The Nuwa sage, who used to be full of smiles and loved to tease him, now looked solemn, with more sadness than joy in his eyes.

It was only when he saw Xuan Zhou approaching that the sadness in his eyes was slightly relieved.

"Xuan Zhou, follow me to the underworld."

"You are familiar with Taoist Pingxin, it would be more convenient for you to participate in this matter."

The Nuwa saint's words were not really contemptuous or secretly savored, but he spoke sincerely.

Xuan Zhou knew that the matter was important, so he didn't deny it, but replied.

"Don't worry, uncle."

"I will do my best to persuade Empress Pingxin to obtain better reincarnation conditions for Uncle Fuxi."

Having received Xuan Zhou's promise, the sage Nuwa didn't say anything else.

Instead, run the sage's mana, protect the stream of primordial spirit in his hand, and rush towards the direction of the Netherworld.

Xuan Zhou followed behind, inheriting the supernatural powers of a saint, and basically didn't feel the change of time along the way.

But it can be seen that the surrounding environment and things are blurred like many lines, which are stretched extremely long and difficult to distinguish.

It took only ten breaths to arrive at the underworld.

Such extreme speed is enough to show the terrifying strength of the saint!

In the underworld, there is no need for sound transmission.

The two saw the figure of Empress Pingxin appearing at the entrance.

Apparently it's been a long time.

At this time, Xuan Zhou suddenly thought strangely.

It seems... this is the first time the two ladies have met?

Moreover, there is also myself in the middle!

"hiss!"

Don't know why.

Xuan Zhou suddenly began to feel guilty!

Chapter 112

After the initial start-up, it was followed by the development of Xuanzhou Hepingxin Niangniang.

Today's Netherworld has been perfected to a very high level.

Many "attractions" that have been widely circulated in the future have now appeared in the underworld.

Seeing Empress Pingxin from the entrance of the Netherworld, and was guided by her all the way to the place of six reincarnations.

Xuanzhou and Nuwa sage saw Ghost Gate Pass, Huangquan Road, Sansheng Stone, Wangchuan River, Naihe Bridge...

There are many ghosts in the underworld, and there are all kinds of cultivation and strength, even some of them are in the realm of Daluo Jinxian.

But they dare not make mistakes.

They can only be forced to wait in line for reincarnation in an orderly manner according to the rules and regulations of the underworld.

Xuan Zhou saw no less than a million soldiers of the Lich clan along the way.

In fact, the sacrifice of the Lich was too great, basically all the soldiers of the Lich clan died in sevens and eighties.

So much so that the underworld has not fully digested the acceptance of ghosts until now.

But under the supervision of Empress Pingxin and the coordination and dispatch of many ghost soldiers and ghost generals.

I believe that it is only a matter of time before they are all sent to reincarnation and completely digested.

There are no ten palaces of hell in the current hell.

Xuanzhou thought about it for a while, and estimated that he would have to wait until the human race rises and develops stronger before he can choose the Ten Temple of Yama.

By the time.

Whether it is the sky, the earth, or the underground, we have to enter the era of human rule.

The key to this era requires a character to open it.

Who is this character?

He is the Yuanshen Liuguang in the hands of the Nuwa sage at this time, the reincarnation of the Fuxi Great God, the Emperor Fuxi!

With the eldest brother's Yuanshen Liuguang, Nuwa Saint walked towards Naihe Bridge step by step with a heavy heart.

It turned out that there were many ghosts queuing up ahead.

But because the origin of the Great God Fuxi is extremely extraordinary.

Both Tiandao and Pingxin Niangniang intentionally let the other ghosts avoid it for the time being and let the passage out.

Those ghosts don't feel that there is any injustice.

Just because this soul to be reincarnated is the most honorable person they have ever seen.

Dwarfed by comparison, unattainable.

Under such a comparison, how dare to have the idea of ​​wanting to compete with each other?

Saint Nuwa paced slowly, walking by the Wangchuan River.

When you come to Naihe Bridge, stop.

The Naihe Bridge, which should have been "overwhelmed with ghosts", is now empty and spacious.

A few blue will-o'-the-wisps, accompanied by a dark and gloomy environment.

From time to time, a few shrill crows could be heard in the distance, echoing in the nether world.

Let everything around you create an atmosphere of loneliness.

"Let's go here, fellow Taoist Nuwa."

Empress Pingxin has been following behind, she is clearly the host, but she is more like a guest.

She also knew the importance of Fuxi to Nuwa sage.

So I didn't say much, just took care of the whole process and silently agreed.

Xuan Zhou, who was beside him, also comforted him: "The Naihe Bridge is just ahead."

"Uncle Nuwa, there will be a difference in sending you thousands of miles away."

"Ahead, it should be Master Fuxi's turn to go on his own."

"Well, I know."

The voice of Nuwa Saint began to sob a little here.

She is a saint.

But countless years before the sage, she and Fuxi were brothers and sisters.

To really compare.

Her days as Fuxi's younger sister were many times longer than her days as a saint.

But now.

Bid farewell to the eldest brother with my own hands, and witness the reincarnation of the eldest brother.

Who can understand such a mood?

Even though Xuanzhou was reasonable and understanding, he couldn't understand one-tenth of the reluctance, sadness, and sorrow of Nuwa Saint at this moment.

He tactfully didn't say much, and left it to Nuwa Saint to handle it himself.

Saint Nuwa is not unreasonable.

She didn't set foot on the bridge of Naihe.

Instead, he sent his hands forward, allowing the primordial streamer to float forward by itself, turning into an illusory figure.

When seeing the phantom of Fuxi's primordial spirit reappear.

Saint Nuwa couldn't suppress her mood completely.

Big tears fell down, and sobs began to sound.

Seeing this, Empress Pingxin immediately raised her hand to block the surrounding space.

All ghost soldiers and ghost generals were repelled, and all ghosts were ordered not to enter.

strictly speaking.

This is the scene of a saint losing his composure, and no living beings are allowed to look at it at will.

Even if those ghosts want to drink Meng Po soup later and forget the memories of this life, they must never see such a scene.

When it comes to saints, nothing is trivial.

Xuan Zhou just cupped his hands silently to express his thanks, thanking Empress Ping Xin for her actions.

Empress Pingxin gave him an annoyed look, but didn't speak, a trace of displeasure flashed in her heart.

Xuan Zhou had no choice but to laugh awkwardly a few times.

He promised in a low voice that he would come to the underworld a few more times in the future to help Empress Pingxin continue to improve the mechanism of the underworld.

Only in this way did Empress Pingxin forgive her, and her displeasure finally disappeared.

the other side.

The phantom of Fuxi's primordial spirit appeared and recondensed into his appearance.

He fell relatively completely in the war, and it is not bad to be able to maintain a semblance of sanity.

It is impossible to retain a complete primordial spirit and communicate unimpeded like the Hongyun Patriarch who was escorted by Xuanzhou before.

Fuxi Yuanshen only showed a warm smile.

As before, he gently stroked Nuwa's head with his right hand.

It's like going back to the time when the two of them were just unknown monks of the monster clan countless years ago.

Such kindness and reassurance made the saint Nuwa cry, and it was difficult to maintain the saint's dignified posture.

She has a lively and unrestrained temperament, even if she becomes a saint, she is often said by the great god Fuxi.

Now that Fuxi is gone, Saint Nuwa is even more difficult to control.

Xuan Zhou, who saw this scene behind him, sighed silently.

Time is also life.

Under the calamity, who can predict the future?

Only by forging a strong body, reaching the strength comparable to or even exceeding the strength of a saint, can one have the right to speak.

This point, in the original history, the Tongtian sage who was defeated in the Conferred God Calamity is a best example.

Even if he was defeated, he did not die in battle.

But it was just taken back to Zixiao Palace by the Taoist ancestor and locked up tightly, and ordered not to enter the prehistoric world again.

Of course.

In this life, there is Xuan Zhou.