Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

Regardless of how sentient beings react.

At this time, Laozi Yuanshi was obviously no longer calm.

Gu Changqing’s appearance made their hearts even heavier.

Without caring about anything else, I immediately shouted:

"Gu Changqing, what on earth is going on?!"

Although Yuanshi remained silent, he stared at Gu Changqing with an inquiring look.

Hearing this, Gu Changqing looked at Laozi Yuanshi with a smile, as if there was no hatred between the two sides at all.

He did not respond directly to Laozi, but instead looked deeply at the Xihuang who had already been frightened.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Fuxi, it's been thousands of years since we last met!"

"You... uh... do you still remember me?!"

boom!

These words were like thunder, exploding in the vast ancient world.

Fuxi!

It’s really Fuxi!

Since Gu Changqing said so, it must be correct.

It can be said that in the cognition of all living beings, Gu Changqing's words are more worthy of trust than those of Nuwa.

What’s more important is that when Gu Changqing spoke, he still looked drunk and cynical.

The contrast is really huge!

Let’s talk about Emperor Xi!

Everything that happened today was completely beyond his ability to react.

Hearing Gu Changqing's question, he looked confused and shook his head subconsciously.

After all, the Emperor Xi of this life had never seen Gu Changqing, let alone remember anything.

However, Emperor Xi looked at the wine gourd in Gu Changqing's hand with a strange look.

"That fine wine...I seem to have some memories of it!"

Hearing this, Gu Changqing rolled his eyes.

But then, he seemed to have thought of something and his expression changed.

"Haha...I see..."

"It seems that when I used fine wine to nourish the remaining trace of your true spirit, I turned you into an alcoholic."

Not bad!

Gu Changqing suddenly thought of it.

When Fuxi died, only a trace of his immortal spirit was left, and his breath was as thin as a thread.

At that time, even falling into the cycle of reincarnation would be impossible.

Therefore, Gu Changqing had no choice but to use fine wine to nourish his true spirit.

Only then did he truly enter the human world, one of the six paths.

It is no wonder that Fuxi had such a deep memory of the fine wine in his hand.

Thinking of this, Gu Changqing suddenly snapped his fingers.

"Haha, since you only remember my fine wine."

"Then today... uh... I will use this fine wine to help you understand everything."

I saw a stream of fine wine gushing out, with a rich aroma that was refreshing.

The fine wine was like an arrow, piercing through the void and about to fall into the body of the Sacrifice Emperor.

Seeing this scene, Laozi and Yuanshi could no longer bear it.

"Asshole, stop it!"

Laozi suddenly shouted loudly, and the Taiyi whisk in his hand exploded, covering the sky and the sun.

Strands of silver threads surged out, trying to shatter the wine that Gu Changqing had offered.

Even at this point, Laozi Yuanshi still didn't understand the whole story.

But he had a vague feeling that if the fine wine fell into the body of Emperor Xi, it would be very disadvantageous for him and Yuanshi.

Therefore, this is what was done to stop it.

However, Nuwa had obviously anticipated this.

"Humph, are you so angry?!"

With a cold snort, Nuwa attacked without hesitation.

She just flipped her jade palm lightly.

In an instant, the sky was filled with pink light, covering the entire sky.

Looking closely, I saw a red hydrangea rising into the sky, and it rushed towards Laozi with unstoppable force.

The red hydrangea is only about a foot in diameter, and is divided into two parts in red. The whole hydrangea is decorated with hanging pearls and jingling rings, which gives it a unique glow.

However, beneath its beautiful appearance, its power is also earth-shattering enough.

boom!

A muffled sound was heard, and even someone as strong as me couldn't help but let out a groan full of pain.

At the same time, his body made a crackling sound and flew backwards like an arrow.

He retreated a full million miles before he finally stopped!

At this time, Laozi's face was pale, his breath was fluctuating, and his face was full of fear.

This is the tremendous power of red hydrangea.

As one of the ten best innate spiritual treasures, no matter how powerful you are, you cannot escape and will die if hit.

Even if one is a saint, he will feel extreme pain and his body will be in danger of collapse.

It can be seen that when Nuwa meets Fuxi today, Nuwa will do everything she can to stop Laozi, Yuanshi and others.

"you......"

My face turned red and I was very angry.

But when he saw Nuwa holding the red hydrangea, he didn't dare to act rashly.

But at this point, it was too late.

The little bit of fine wine that Gu Changqing offered fell into the body of the Sacrifice Emperor.

There is no overwhelming and domineering power sweeping through this wine, nor is there any violent and extremely powerful explosion.

On the contrary, there were only rays of spiritual light that involuntarily merged into the sea of ​​consciousness of Emperor Xi.

For a moment, Emperor Xi was stunned where he was.

And in his sea of ​​consciousness, scenes were replayed one after another.

Demon Court...

Emperor Jun Taiyi......

The Ten Great Demon Saints...

And countless bloody battles between liches.

There was also Hou Tu’s brazen appearance and her attack that dominated the world.

Everyone could clearly see that Emperor Xi’s expression was becoming increasingly solemn and dignified.

In the end, it added an indescribable feeling of being moved.

I understand!

At this moment, he understood everything completely.

What Nuwa and Gu Changqing said was exactly the same.

He himself was the former Great Sage Fuxi of the Demon Court.

It was because of Gu Changqing's intervention that he was able to preserve a trace of his true spirit in that desperate situation where he had no chance of survival.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a grace of rebirth!

"Heaven and earth are in place, mountains and lakes are connected, thunder and wind are close to each other, water and fire do not shoot at each other..."

Emperor Xi... no, now it should be said that it is Fuxi, who seems to have awakened to everything.

He murmured to himself subconsciously, chanting like this.

In an instant, a series of mysterious and indescribable patterns and divine patterns flowed around Fuxi's body.

Ordinary people do not understand its meaning.

However, some powerful and influential people showed expressions of shock and regret.

"Is that the Xiantian Bagua diagram? It seems that the human race's emperor of sacrifice is indeed the original Fuxi!"

"Not bad, not bad. Throughout history, only Fuxi can exert such innate Bagua power."

"Oh my God, it's true, everything is true!"

"The Drunken Swordsman actually managed to deceive everyone and come up with such a shocking plan."

Everyone couldn't help but marvel!

After a long time, Fuxi finally came to his senses.

Compared to his previous silent and timid appearance.

At this moment, Fuxi's memory was awakened, which made him feel an indescribable sense of sharpness and murderousness.

He immediately looked at Nuwa standing beside him.

"Little sister!"

"I never thought that after so many years, we would still meet each other again!"

Fuxi had a tall and majestic figure, but at this moment he couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his tone was inexplicable.

On the side, even a strong saint like Nuwa was already trembling and about to cry.