"Fellow Daoist Fuxi wants to usurp my fate and destiny to deceive Jingyang? But what's the use? Since Jingyang has won, as the only Pangu, we are all in the ashes of earth, and we are afraid we will fall forever from now on."

Zulong didn't think Fuxi would be defeated easily, but it didn't prevent Zulong from saying this, and he would test how much more Fuxi still has.

However, Fuxi was not stupid. He did not tell Zulong the truth about the truth, but chuckled and said, "Fellow Daoist Zulong doesn't have to worry about this, and he will fall forever and not be disturbed by the turbid world. This is the blessing of fellow Zulong."

"What you owe should pay back, take over the fortune of the Emperor of Heaven for a lifetime, the name of the Ancestral Dragon, intimidate the universe, and suppress the heavens forever. Now, we will have the cause and effect to send fellow Taoist Zulong to rebirth."

Fuxi took action directly, and the vast and unpredictable divine light shook, and a great way turned into a divine chain and rushed towards the ancestor dragon.

Zulong was shocked and angry. Fuxi took action, but it didn't surprise Zulong, and there was no question of getting angry because of this. Since they were hostile to each other, Zulong certainly had expectations in his heart, but what Fuxi said really made Zulong angry.

"Is it because I want to usurp the fate of the Heavenly Emperor in the lifetime of fellow Taoist Fuxi? Everything is now false, just like a dream. Not to mention becoming the Heavenly Emperor, what's the use of becoming a Taoist ancestor? Unless I can prove the Tao Pangu, and then there will be no real or false, it's almost the same. Otherwise, even if I overwhelm the ages, I will still be reduced to earth ashes in the end?"

The ancestor dragon waved the dragon's claws, and Fuxi's jade palm slashed out, like a heavenly sword cutting across, confronting each other head-on, with the sound of gold and stone sounding. The ancestor dragon was slightly stunned, and I was not inferior? Fuxi's strength was not as strong as I imagined.

"Is it because I was seriously injured in the fight with Jingyang?"

Zulong was secretly happy. This might have escaped. As for killing Fuxi, Zulong would not have such a dream.

The Ancestral Dragon just doesn't fall into a disadvantage, but is not stronger than Fuxi. This should also be related to the fate of usurping Fuxi's Heavenly Emperor and being invincible for a lifetime. Although it is another timeline, it is like experiencing the Tao in a dream, it is not useless at all. The invincible spirit it cultivates is exactly what the Ancestral Dragon lacks.

Fuxi's expression had not changed, but he was not hit, but Zulong couldn't help but sneer.

"It seems that Fellow Daoxi, your strength has been greatly reduced."

This is still a test. The ancestor dragon will not be so obsessed with it. Without waiting for Fuxi to say more, suddenly, the sky and the earth sink, and the light of the catastrophe suddenly falls towards the ancestor dragon.

The ancestor dragon could not escape at all. He was roaring by various disasters, and his flesh and blood exploded and suddenly turned into ashes.

The light of the catastrophe is not weak, but the point where the Zulong is severely damaged is quite outrageous.

Zulong looked at the huge face above the nine heavens, indifferent and ruthless and lofty, as if the will of the highest heavens, and a chill in his heart. After only three seconds of happiness, he fell into the abyss.

Zulong was desperate, but he was still struggling. Every inch of flesh and blood turned into fuel and burned completely, like a huge fire.

The flames surging, surging into a continuous waterfall. The robbery lights all fell into it, and the infinite flames were constantly eroded and dimmed.

When the catastrophe light dissipated, the ancestor dragon's body was split into pieces, looking very miserable, but its vitality was very strong, so it would not be dead for the time being.

But without external force, Fuxi will not leave any hidden dangers, Zulong will die.

Anger and anger are like spring snow meeting the warm sun. The snow dissipates without traces in an instant. Only the world in all directions is quiet, and the cold wind is like a bone-punched cone, which is exactly the state of mind of Zulong at this time.

On the dead end, there is no light in the sky, and the long night accompanies this body. I wish I could have a chance to have arisen and die, break the shackles and rise to the sky, but I could only trap the dragon and tie the long chains and become fish on the chopping board.

Fuxi waved his palm, and the palm wind passed by, carrying the supreme power that destroyed thousands of paths. Zhulong had no way to avoid it. He was directly slashed by a palm, his body staggered and fell into the dust, as if he had lost his former noble sacred body and turned into a wild body by the mortal road. The palm wind was like a knife, and the blood and bones splattered. The shocking crack was so terrifying.

The injuries on the body are actually nothing. For existences like the Ancestral Dragon, a drop of blood can be resurrected. Even sentient beings silently recite their names, but they can return in the years. Even if the souls of the killing are scattered, how can anyone break through the Daluo easily be erased from the cause and effect of the world and throw them away in this body?

But this does not mean that Da Luo will not die. When a person's fortune and destiny and even the foundation of the world are replaced by another person, can he still say that this person exists?

Just like Zhulong, in this tributary of the long river, it can be said that he was defeated. If there is a backup plan, it would be fine. But in the confrontation with Fuxi and Jingyang, this body will fall forever. Even if another similar flower blooms tens of millions of years later, it cannot be said that it is the same person.

At present, the Zhulong is only equivalent to the spiritual transformation of the true body. The true body is a supreme giant who traverses the heavens and verifies forever. He is one step away from Pangu. He can become a terrifying existence in the chess game in the years.

In other tributaries of Changhe, there are also Zhulong's methods. This is not surprising. Even if it is defeated thousands of times, it doesn't matter. One victory is enough.

The so-called failure at the moment cannot hurt the other party at all.

Usually, even if the body of the Ancestral Dragon turns into ashes, there may not be no chance of returning in the future. But what Fuxi did was to usurp the Ancestral Dragon's fate. In the eyes of heaven and earth, Fuxi was a new and beautiful flower born on the corpse of the Ancestral Dragon. Although the past is gone, it can still be regarded as the same person.

It is precisely because of this that Zulong felt desperate and was not an opponent. Fuxi's method was simply a decisive kill.

Zulong felt the mist of Fuxi's body, flowing all over the place, and hatred disappeared in his eyes, and said angrily: "Doesn't Fuxi think that doing this is too cruel? If this method is exposed, everyone will be afraid of it."

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi has the power of Pangu at present, so he can be free and stubborn, laughing at and talking about killing people without being restricted, but this power will eventually disappear. With the backlash of cause and effect, can Fellow Daoist Fuxi have a way to protect himself?"

"If you go to the road without having enough strength, in the end, fellow Taoist Fuxi will suffer the consequences."

Zulong doesn't want to die, he has a sense of resilience in his bones, and even if he is desperate, he still has a glimmer of hope.

"If possible, I don't want to do this."

Fuxi shook his head and sighed: "Some of the cause and effect between you and me is nothing, nor is it the reason why I usurped the fate of fellow Zulong Taoist fellow. It's just that fellow Zulong thought I had an extra choice?"

"The situation has evolved step by step, pushing to this point. Some things I have to do unless I am willing to turn a trace of embers into a bubble with this timeline, and the past of life is false, and the dream is empty."
Chapter completed!