Many green lights gathered like wisps of smoke, lingering around the Qiankun Cauldron, ramming left and right, very restless.

It was a beast trapped in a cage, with fangs exposed and hitting the Qiankun Cauldron to fly out of Nuwa's hands.

Nuwa naturally did not allow this situation to happen. The vast and unpredictable power flowed and fell on the Qiankun Cauldron.

This made the Qiankun Cauldron emit a misty light, and many divine lights were as warm as water, and they were smearing the green light bit by bit.

It's like water and fire colliding together, canceling each other out.

Fuxi pulled out his palm, and in a Taoist fruit above his head, there was a great way roaring. It spread out and changed at the end, and then penetrated through it, finally cutting off one wing of the phoenix.

Green blood flowed out and fell on the ground, making the ground bumpy.

The corpse fell to the ground hard, half of its body exploded, and blood and bones scattered. Fuxi slapped it with his palm again, hitting the huge bird's head, and saw that the skull was about to crack. The surging Dao light poured in from the crack, as if it turned into omnipresent flames, burning freely in it.

A shrill scream suddenly appeared. The corpse's eyes were wide open, as if it was unwilling to accept it. Then the body fell into the mud and dust, with light and rain scattering, uninterrupted and spilling into it.

A little bit of hideous green hair floated out above the body, and the flesh and blood turned into earth ashes, and the feathers withered and disappeared. At this moment, it looked like some ghost was struggling.

Taking this opportunity, the sycamore tree broke free from its shackles, but did not escape, but fell into the hands of the corpse.

At this time, the shape of the sycamore tree has changed drizzled, and its branches have become shriveled, and its vitality seems to be exhausted.

But this image complements the corpse.

With the sycamore tree in hand, the corpse really transformed and became more extraordinary.

With a "boom", the corpse broke free from Fuxi and Nuwa's shackles, and then ran away quickly.

Without wisdom, but there is still a pure instinct to avoid disaster. Even if it is a dead object, it does not mean that it is willing to be crushed by Fuxi and Nuwa, and this body falls into dust.

Fuxi looked wooden and pondered for a while before taking a deep breath, he sighed and said, "This is really strange. There are too many mysterious things in the ruins, all unknown."

I always feel uneasy about the unknown, which is human nature.

"Are those innate sacreds cold?"

Nuwa has no friendship with those innate sacred people, but there is still no shortage of sad thoughts about the death of the rabbit and the fox.

The one who is cold right now is someone else, and it may not be the one who is behind you.

In Nuwa's opinion, those innate sacred people, all of whom are powerful, even though most of them have never broken through to Daluo, they are still extraordinary.

"It should be dead but not dead."

Fuxi pondered for a while before chuckling, he said, "It's not so easy to die completely. The innate sacred sacred are the seeds of Daluo. Anyone with a little hope can be reflected."

"I don't care about these things first. There are many dangers in this ruin. I'm talking about whether we can persist."

Fuxi lowered his eyes and looked at the broken small tripod in Nuwa's hand.

"Get that little tripod."

When Nuwa heard this, she glanced at Xiaoding. The broken little tripod was indeed special, but unfortunately she couldn't see it.

Nuwa handed the small tripod on it, Fuxi took it and said lightly: "The sycamore tree has changed. There is no reason why the broken small tripod remains unchanged. They are all strange things obtained from this ruins. Maybe some secrets can be exposed."

The reason why Fuxi's incarnation was born was related to the essence and blood on the broken small tripod wall.

Otherwise, it would be not so easy. Fuxi and Jing Yang were in another time line at that time. The two could be said to be parallel and intertwined. The only intersection may be this ruin.

But it is really difficult to really affect the present world. Jing Yang took a desperate bet, causing many ferocious beasts to transform and evolve into the existence of the Daluo level, which is quite strange.

Even Pangu would be extremely difficult to do this. Why can Jingyang do it?

Of course, that is the Daluo Road, and it may not be impossible to stack it purely on external objects.

But even the Daluo is related to Daluo and should be related to Zhulong.

Jingyang received the great power of Zhulong and had changes, and the specific changes were not something Fuxi could understand.

If Fuxi had Pangu's power at the moment, it would be impossible to do this. For Pangu, there would be no too much fog, and it would not be difficult to peek into the past.

But now, this kind of strength who has just entered Daluo is obviously unable to see through Jing Yang's roots.

Fuxi held up the small tripod, and the boundless great way of his body rushed towards the small tripod.

I saw the entire cauldron body glowing, and the vast light gathered into a pillar of light.

The pillar of light soared into the sky like an iron rod, stirring the clouds and sky around the world, flattening everything, and then the small tripod was hanging in the air, and the light on it turned into a drizzling spring rain. Wherever the spring rain passed, everything in front of you, there were mysterious changes.

You know, blood and bones are everywhere in the ruins, which can be regarded as a corpse-raising land. All of the corpses fell, and the dead were sleeping here.

But at this moment, Fuxi saw another scene through the light flowing from the small tripod.

It was a vast world, with a vast area, numerous creatures, and grassy mountains and forests, spread out, appearing very vivid.

"It is the real world, with creatures appearing."

Fuxi's face showed a look of thought, and the change in front of him was so shocking.

When Fuxi did not use the broken cauldron, all he could see was a corpse.

The bodies and flesh and blood were all gone, but the dry bones were messy, but the crystal light on them was still showing great power, which shows that time has never worn away the dry bones, and it also contains power.

But one is the world of the deceased, and the other is full of vitality, which makes Fuxi feel a little chilling and there is a vague answer in his heart, but Fuxi doesn't want to believe it.

"For that world, maybe the living creatures that we wait for are dead objects?"

Fuxi felt cold, "Before this, Zhulong's dream was interpreted as the prehistoric world. After that, I took the path of refining the false and becoming true. At present, is it necessary to confuse the concept of life and death after experiencing Pangu and truly return from death? This is my mission?"

Fuxi lowered his eyes and looked around, feeling confused and huge pressure fell on his heart.

Yes, all the innate sacred sacreds have withered, but if life and death are reversed, will it be yourself who truly die now? Life and death are not fixed, and one can recover with enough power.

"That is a great world created by the power of the dead. The extreme death is called life."

"When you push open that door, you will enter a unique world. It's just that it's easy to enter, but if you want to come out, it's hard to get out."
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