Prehistoric: Nuwa's first disciple, the master was the first to establish a human religion

Seeing the dilapidated house in front of him, Lu Feng's face suddenly showed shock.

The room where he was imprisoned that day was exactly the same, except that it was much bigger.

Seeing this, Fuxi showed a triumphant smile on his face.

"You can go in here by yourself. This is Sun Wukong's room. I think you don't mind him resting here for a while. After all, I have a heavenly palace here."

After Fuxi finished speaking, his figure turned into a ray of light and disappeared, while Lu Feng remained hesitant.

He really didn't know whether what Fuxi said was true, but he always had a strange premonition in his heart.

But if what Fuxi said was true, then Sun Wukong was in danger.

Lu Feng couldn't imagine what kind of situation Sun Wukong would face after returning to the demon world.

Lu Feng stood outside the door, hesitating to move forward, while Sun Wukong, who was healing his wounds in the house, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the roof in a daze.

He didn't expect Fuxi to be so cunning. He originally thought that the gap between him and his master was only due to the big age difference, but now it seems that his master is not a good person either.

The battle between him and Fuxi was probably far from enough, otherwise, with their current cultivation levels, they would not be the opponents at all.

Fuxi said that he had prepared his troops and could attack the Thirty-Three Heavens at any time, so how could they resist? Even Lu Feng himself didn't know about this, so Lu Feng was entangled for a while.

Sun Wukong was of course aware of Lu Feng's thoughts, but he had never imagined that there was such a huge gap between himself and his master.

Various thoughts flashed through Sun Wukong's mind, but in the end he shook his head, collected his messy thoughts, began to sit cross-legged with his eyes closed, and meditated to heal his injuries.

Lu Feng sat under the eaves for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out, so he had to grit his teeth and move forward.

Approaching the small house, Lu Feng pushed the door and walked in, only to see a dilapidated hut, which was exactly the same as the shabby hut where he was imprisoned. There was even a faint smell of mold.

"Where is this place? Where is Fuxi? Why did he trick me here?"

Lu Feng frowned as he looked at everything in front of him, and whispered with confusion in his heart.

He was very anxious in his heart. Now that Sun Wukong was trapped by Fuxi, he didn't want to delay any longer, otherwise Fuxi would soon notice that Sun Wukong was missing, and then Sun Wukong would be in complete danger.

Although Lu Feng was very anxious in his heart, he did not dare to take big steps for fear of attracting Fuxi's attention. In his opinion, even if Fuxi knew that Sun Wukong was here, he probably would not be able to do anything to him. He did not believe that Fuxi dared to take action openly in the Three Realms.

So Lu Feng could only walk into the house cautiously.

The furnishings in the room were still exactly the same as when Lu Feng first arrived; even the tables, chairs, and benches were exactly the same as when he left.

But there was no trace of Sun Wukong's original playful smile here. Lu Feng's heart trembled, and the uneasiness in his heart became even stronger.

"This kid must be hiding." Lu Feng gritted his teeth and said, "No. I have to find him. I must find him. I can't let him get into trouble.

When Lu Feng said this, he couldn't help but stamp his feet, turned around and walked out, but when he reached the yard, he couldn't help but stop.

"Since he is beside Fuxi, he must have been placed here by Fuxi on purpose. If I go out rashly, I'm afraid it will alert the enemy. Then Sun Wukong will be in danger. Fuxi will definitely be on high alert. In this case, it will be even more impossible for me to take Sun Wukong out. What should I do?"

Lu Feng was so anxious that he was turning around and wandering in the courtyard.

"I can't take the risk. I need to think about it carefully."

Lu Feng stood under the eaves and kept thinking, but he had no clue at all.

He really had no other choice but to sit down on the ground.

He couldn't even imagine what kind of torture Sun Wukong would suffer if he was caught by Fuxi.

But how to rescue Sun Wukong?

Lu Feng thought for a long time on the roof, but couldn't come up with a good way to solve the problem. Finally, he could only sigh, get up from the ground, and walk out of the house.

"Wait for me here. I'm going to settle accounts with Fuxi. I want him to hand over Sun Wukong."

Lu Feng spoke with a determined look on his face, as if he would never give up.

"Fuxi will never hand Sun Wukong over to you. He wants Sun Wukong just to use Sun Wukong to restrain me and distract me so that he can do other things." Sun Wukong felt bitter when he heard Lu Feng's words.

"You don't have to worry about me. Nothing will be fine. Just wait for me here. I'll be back soon."

After Lu Feng said this, he turned around and left without paying any attention to Sun Wukong's attempt to stop him.

Fuxi would not hand Sun Wukong over to him easily, but if anything happened to Sun Wukong, Lu Feng would not let Fuxi go, there was no doubt about that.

Lu Feng didn't know what kind of medicine Fuxi was selling, but he had no choice but to take a gamble. He bet that Fuxi would not dare to do anything to Sun Wukong, otherwise the consequences for Fuxi would be terrible.

As soon as Lu Feng left the cabin, Sun Wukong couldn't help but sigh.

Lu Feng left in a hurry and did not carefully observe the layout of the cabin. After he left, Fuxi appeared in the cabin and looked at the messy cabin in front of him with surprise, and was a little puzzled for a moment.

"What's going on? Where's Sun Wukong? Where did Sun Wukong go? After I sent Sun Wukong back to this hut, he was taken away by that man. What's going on?"

Fuxi murmured in confusion.

He didn't understand where Sun Wukong came from. He did send Sun Wukong to this cabin, but why didn't he see any trace of Sun Wukong?

This puzzled him. Where on earth had Sun Wukong gone?

"Did he really hide Sun Wukong? Otherwise, how could a mortal like Sun Wukong escape from Fuxi's clutches?"

Fuxi's eyes narrowed into a slit, and a gleam of light flashed faintly in his eyes.

If it were someone else, Fuxi would really find it hard to believe it, but it was different for Lu Feng. As the king of the demon clan, if he couldn't save Sun Wukong, who could?

Is there anyone in this world more powerful than Lu Feng?