The battle between Taiyi and Pangu in the East China Sea was seen by Nuwa, and she was full of sympathy for the innocent dead creatures. She was already kind-hearted and could not accept it.

The Lich suffered no great losses in that battle, but the East China Sea and the Oriental Continent were all injured and killed. As Nuwa watched helplessly as the karma swallowed the luck, she felt indescribable.

Nuwa has mentioned this kind of problem to Di Jun more than once, but she is said to be a woman's kindness and doesn't care at all.

Originally, he had gradually integrated into the demon clan, but Nuwa felt that she could not stay any longer. If the demon clan continues like this, sooner or later, he followed the footsteps of the ancient tribes and went to find Fuxi.

"Brother, what do you think of the demon clan?"

Fuxi, who was practicing, was confused by Nuwa's questioning. He didn't know what it meant, so he asked back.

"Sister asked this?"

"Don't brother think that the Lich battle will hurt the heavenly harmony? We practice the way of heaven and karma, how can we break through? Why don't we go back to Zhoushan!"

Nuwa frowned and said.

But Fuxi felt that Nuwa was thinking too much and advised him,

"What are my sister talking nonsense? The Emperor of Heaven is very good to us. With the blessing of the demon clan's luck, we have been practicing much faster. How could we have such an idea?

Just karma, the luck of heaven is enough to offset it and will not affect us. Don’t worry, sister!”

Fuxi felt that Nuwa was sometimes too kind. Any cultivator in the prehistoric world was covered with blood. When he defeated the witch clan, wouldn’t there be no war?

The demon emperor of the demon clan, Fuxi liked this feeling of a leader very much. He left the heavenly court and returned to Zhoushan to retreat and practiced hard. Fuxi never thought of it.

Nuwa looked at her brother without saying anything, Fuxi felt uncomfortable being seen, and said again,

"Sister, please practice with peace of mind, cut out the third corpse as soon as possible, and the saint's opportunity is in hand, become a saint, without any involvement in cause and effect, nothing will be gone!"

"well!"

Nuwa sighed. She guessed Fuxi's idea a little bit. Since she advised them to join the demon clan, Fuxi has no longer been transformed.

"Forget it, brother, please practice with peace of mind. I'm overthinking!"

Nuwa said again and left Fuxi's temple.

Now in the heavenly court, Nuwa didn't know what she should do. She didn't like to fight, but this was not something she could change in the middle stage of the quasi-saint.

Nuwa stood up and flew down the thirty-third heaven. The thoughts in her mind became active again.

How great it would be if there was a peaceful race. Nuwa walked on the vast land without flying, feeling the vast races.

After walking for a hundred years, I found that I was too optimistic. Even the small race with the highest level is only the Golden Immortal, is full of struggles.

The demon elites have all arrived in the Heavenly Court. After so many years of development, some demons who have been left in the prehistoric land have also grown up.

They are not strong, but they are all ambitious. They fight each other, and Taiyi Jinxian can occupy a spiritual mountain and constantly gather into a small force.

There are countless small forces like this on the earth, and they fight around to attract the attention of the Heavenly Court. Entering the Heavenly Court is the dream of these demon clans.

There are also practitioners similar to the devil's way, who occupy the mountain as the king, and specialize in hunting passers-by to refine their original practice.

Some people who are obsessed with the way of dual cultivation can attack the fox clan and cat clan, and they can cultivate both Yin and Yang, seize Yuanyin, and finally kill them cruelly.

There were even those who were blind and fell in love with Nuwa and wanted to find her to practice dual cultivation. She was slapped to death.

For hundreds of years, Nuwa has seen all kinds of things, fighting for desires and using any means. Countless races that long for peace were forced to rise up and resist.

Nuwa kept frowning. She was born to be good at the laws of creation and was the most stigmatizing thing to kill. Nuwa didn't know why the prehistoric world turned out like this.

"Haha, little fox, why don't you follow me? I promise to make your cultivation progress by leaps and bounds. If I can be taken by heaven, you will have a great opportunity!"

While Nuwa was meditating, she heard a clamor in her ear. She looked up and was in a mountain range.

Nuwa got up and flew in, without showing up, observing the scene.

It turned out that it was a weasel in the Golden Immortal Realm that stopped a little fox.

The little fox is just a fairy, and its transformation has not yet been completed. It still has a fox tail, with tears in its eyes, and is obviously frightened.

The weasel's face was sallow, sharp-mouthed, monkey cheeks, a middle-aged man's posture, and a tug of beard on his mouth. At this moment, he was looking at the little fox with his face.

"This is another thing!"

Nuwa thought to herself that she had seen many times since she came to heaven, and she slapped her to death.

This time Nuwa has no impulse. She has traveled through the prehistoric world for so long, but she has not found her ideal race. Nuwa wants to understand why.

Nuwa did not show up, and hid aside, preparing to follow the two of them to see if she would find anything.

In the meantime, the little fox in the field was still about to resist, but was directly imprisoned by the weasel, and his magic power was used to take him away.

Nuwa followed him and followed the weasel for more than a hundred years. At first, the little fox fought to the death, but later it began to obey.

Finally, he chose to collude with the weasel. The little fox was responsible for seducing the passing cultivators, while the weasel secretly attacked. After the two succeeded, they divided the spiritual treasures of the murdered person and practiced resources.

Over the past hundred years, more than a dozen people were killed by the two of them. Nuwa couldn't stand it and appeared and wiped them out. She also understood that the environment would really change a creature. When the creature could not resist, she chose to join them.

"If there is no struggle in birth, will the creatures continue to be peaceful?"

Nuwa thought in her heart.

Then he set his target on the East China Sea. All the living beings in the East China Sea were killed and injured. Hundreds of years were not enough to give birth to a creature. Nuwa decided to go to the East China Sea to observe it again.

At the same time, the East China Sea was not as Wuren as Nuwa imagined, but became lively again.

The creatures in other seas migrated to the East China Sea. There was no way, and the cultivation resources were scarce. The prehistoric world seemed to be very large, and there were also many creatures.

The place where powerful people live can occupy a radius of tens of millions of miles, and other creatures are not allowed to step in and disperse them, and the territory is really not enough.

Deep in the East Sea, the True Dragon Hall,

This is the original Dragon Clan, but now there is no dragon. Since Zhulong moved to the Dragon Realm, no one has lived here.

At this moment, a powerful aura leaked from the hall, causing the hall to shake.

"Although it's a little bad, it can be used only!"

A rough voice came from the hall, it was Zulong.

The Ancestral Dragon left that day and returned to the True Dragon Hall, where he reshaped his body. Over the past few hundred years, he barely shaped the body of the early stage of the Hunyuan Jinxian.

The peak magic power of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal is still there, and the lich is on the verge of fighting, so there is no need to worry about your own safety.

"You can quickly return to the True Dragon Hall!"

This is a unique sound transmission technique of the dragon clan. It was passed down by the Ancestral Dragon to the Dragon King of the Four Seas. There are only a few people in the prehistoric world who are considered dragons.

Zulong naturally was unwilling to be a casual cultivator. He wanted to establish himself in the world. Even if he did not participate in the Lich Contest, he would regain his luck. He would not break or establish. Zulong felt that he would return to the peak and would not be far from the day of breakthrough.
Chapter completed!