The giant beast's blood is surging, like the fire of karma sweeping through time and space for eternal times and space. The sky shakes and the earth moves. Although the phantom is dim, it depicts its true charm, but it still steps through the sky like this, burns mountains and boils the sea.

Looking around, a vast world could be seen in the blood light, with infinite divine light shaking the fairy shadow, demons shaking their heads, corpses fell to the ground, and the flesh and blood essence flowed back into a river, turning into a vast ocean, rolling back nine heavens, and breaking the immortal palace.

A palace, chaotic light flows, stirring up the chaos of time, and the long river of time is rarely calm. The noisy wind blew the entire river surface.

The loud "rumbling" sound was an unbearable burden from the great world. The giant beasts treaded through millions of miles of sky. Wherever they passed, the mountains were flattened, accompanied by the sour cracking sound. On the earth, there were thousands of cracks, like gullies, and like the scabbed wounds on Nuwa's face at this time.

It is so eye-catching and shocking that it is difficult to do even if you pretend to turn a blind eye.

Nuwa touched her face, her face was a little gloomy. This damn picture gave Nuwa a great association. It might be that Nuwa's eyes were too cold. When the blood light ceased, the picture turned into a light spot in the sky, like a firefly flying, birds returning to their nests, blending with the blood light and becoming one.

The blood light contracted sharply, and only a drop of divine blood flashing with scarlet halos was seen in the void, constantly spinning.

The world in all directions was silent, and that drop of divine blood seemed to be unaffected, which was strange.

"Can't that divine blood besides?"

This idea seems unreliable, but after all possibilities are ruled out, this seems to be the only correct answer.

Fuxi did not understand the key, but just waved his palm to slap the drop of divine blood, as if slapped on a reef, and the divine blood dripped around, and it seemed like it would be a disaster and was not greatly affected.

"Haha, my brother is in a silence."

Nuwa smiled brightly, and Fuxi spread his palms open and pondered for a little while, then glanced at Nuwa. Nuwa closed her smile and tried hard to pretend that she didn't know anything, she didn't understand anything, and she looked innocent and innocent.

"Xiaowa, you are very proud."

Fuxi glared at Nuwa, and Nuwa snorted and shouted, "I don't have it, I don't have it. Brother, don't slander me."

Nuwa quickly denied it, but saw Fuxi still poked Nuwa's forehead. Nuwa bulged her face and pouted her mouth, very depressed.

It's so good to be a brother, so he doesn't manage to lose money, he doesn't touch his mouth, and rubs Nuwa's face so chubby. Nuwa has no temper, so she can only complain about Fuxi in her heart.

But he didn't dare to show his face. Unless Fuxi did too much, Nuwa would have to accept it.

Of course, if Fuxi really makes Nuwa angry, Nuwa will be more likely to be confined to thousands of years and fight with her brother.

Fuxi shook his head, and then all the magic power fell into the fragment of the main god.

Since there is a resonance that causes the main god fragment to cause abnormal movement, which makes Fuxi very passive. If he does his best to completely refine the main god fragment, there will be no such trouble.

Fuxi didn't want to see when the main god fragment flew away all at once, that was unacceptable.

Above the fragments of the main god, the warm white light was like flowing water, and like wisps of white mist evaporate. The light shines, reflecting Fuxi's own painting.

Nuwa didn't watch it aside, and took the Qiankun Cauldron and smashed it hard. On the cauldron, the ancient aura of vicissitudes flowed down, turning into surging fairy flames, wrapping the drop of divine blood.

The blazing fairy flames burned the void, carrying the mighty power to burn all things. On that drop of divine blood, wisps of blood light dissipated like smoke and were refined by the Qiankun Cauldron. However, this process was very slow.

Nuwa is not anxious, as time goes by, the sun is getting darker, and the evening breeze blows, blowing the stars in the sky, like rain, the stars shine brightly, turning the sky like a cover, the earth like a chopping board, and the people are fish.

"Hey, I don't know when this drop of blood can be completely refined? It's strange, whose blood will it be?"

Nuwa blinked and was wondering in her heart, thinking that the person behind the blood had reached a level of mysterious and unfathomable strength.

"That drop of blood is not rejected by the world of prehistoric world. It should have a great relationship with this prehistoric world. Maybe it is the innate god squatting in a small corner of the prehistoric world."

When Nuwa said this, she looked at Fuxi with a chuckle and said, "This seems much better than us. It's strange. In this prehistoric world, we shouldn't be the only one who scorpions shit."

Fuxi snorted, "You are the only one who shits a scorpion."

Fuxi's mouth twitched, glared at Nuwa, and then continued, "The person behind the drop of blood is naturally stronger than us, but he may not be the existence in the prehistoric world."

A drop of blood is floating and rising, and can evolve into various changes and is difficult to eliminate, which shows that its essence is extremely high compared to the prehistoric world.

Things outside the sky, even a non-standard chicken dragon, can be transformed into a phoenix dragon under the influence of the laws of the prehistoric world, and you can imagine the gap.

"But if it has nothing to do with our prehistoric world, shouldn't it be rejected by heaven and earth?"

Nuwa's eyes were full of doubts. Her big watery eyes seemed to be able to talk, saying that brother, don't want to fool him with lies. Pipiwa is not easy to deceive.

"As long as there is a connection, you may not be rejected."

"You must know that if you and I enter the great realm of the evolution of the book, our own strength will not be affected. Although the heaven and earth regard us as demons outside the sky, but by analogy, if some great realms have a deeper relationship with the prehistoric world, then we may be in it, and we may be completely unaffected."

"That great world has been refined into real, and it is like that great world. In these magnificent heavens, not to mention the numerous stars, there are definitely not a few. The prehistoric world is not unique. It is not surprising that there is a drop of blood behind it from the sky."

When Nuwa heard this, she was shocked and then fell into deep thought.

"If there are many prehistoric worlds, who is orthodox among them?"

Nuwa's face showed a hidden worry, "There must be a war that swept across diversity to determine the final result."

Nuwa's heart was throbbing, as if she was seeing the endless future, there were surging blood and fire spreading to countless heavens. Many immortals, gods, demons and ghosts fought endlessly, and sacrificed their lives to the Tao. The great world collapsed and the world was destroyed, and the sun and the moon fell and sank the mountains and seas.

The whole world fell into the Dharma-Ending World, and the wreckage of the Great Realm, thrown into the depths of time, waiting for time to perish, and thousands of paths will never exist, time and space will collapse, and the universe will fall forever.

What a terrifying scene that was, with blood and fire running slowly over the years, grass and gray snake lines, lying thousands of miles away, everything decays in the future, and blood and bones fell down, it seems that the cause of the past has been planted long ago, anchoring the past and present years, and a game of chess for thousands of years. Who will be playing chess and talking about the past and present?

Nuwa's eyes reflected in the galaxy, and the sky was splashing divine light. In it, she saw blood surging, and the supreme and majestic sacred walking forward on the wave of blood, swinging an axe to bury everything. In the sharp edge of extreme destruction, a brand new world was opened up.

The sacred eyes were like passing through the fog of time and space forever, and seeing where Nuwa was, a trace of purple aura fell from the sacred face, making the face blurry and not real. The sacred as the Tao should not be looked directly at.

A smile appeared, and his sacred eyes were gentle and seemed to be easy to talk to, but Nuwa shrank her neck and was startled. When she realized that what she had seen before was like a dream on a whim. The dream dissipated, and Nuwa barely took a breath.

"It's strange, why do I look so familiar with that sacred?"

Although the specific face is not real, the familiarity in Nuwa's heart has never dissipated.

"Is it Mr. Pangu? By the way, the other party was carrying an axe. Maybe Pangu came out to wander around."

"But I am not familiar with Pangu. Forget it, I still won't think about it anymore. Even if the bloody battles in the future are endless, it will be a very distant thing. It's a day to live, just live it and have fun in time."

Nuwa was so happy that she looked at Fuxi, and suddenly a thought arose, "Huh? The sacred I saw seemed a bit like my brother?"
Chapter completed!