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Chapter 71

Cold killing burst out from the finger bones, changed directions, and headed towards Nuwa.

"Buzz!"

The endless time flows, shaking the mountains and seas. Above Fuxi's head, a green light floated on the Taoist fruit. The green light burned rapidly, turning into a powerful force, pushing the flow of time to change, and a vague rolling waves rolled back, wrapping towards the finger bones.

Fuxi took this opportunity to step out and land in front of Nuwa. The fingers turned into light and evaporated with water vapor, hitting Fuxi.

There was no way to avoid it, a terrible power emerged and landed on Fuxi's fruit. Then he saw the long time continue to move forward and the Chaos Sea was shaken.

Time rolls back, moving towards the era when the prehistoric world was not born and chaotic and disorderly.

In the sea of ​​chaos, as the waves rise and fall, the great realm is born and dies, and occasionally the light of civilization shines in the sky and the earth, and like a little fire, it will be extinguished in an instant. Perhaps the birth of the great realm is one of thousands of possibilities, but the vast sea of ​​chaos makes this great realm like waves, and endlessly.

The mysterious Tao and reason intertwined, and turned into fireflies dancing, flying away from Fuxi's fruit.

"Ha, I'd better sit there and wait for the state to fall. Since I use this kind of back-up, if I can't make you pay a terrible price, how can I be willing to die?"

Zhulong's cold words came, and he had reason to hate Fuxi. He planned hard under the countless eras, and in the end everything would become empty, so why not hate him?

Logically speaking, Zhulong wanted to occupy the position of Emperor Taihao and turn into the source of all the ways of heaven and earth, and Fuxi was just passively responding. Even if he had hatred in his heart, it should be Fuxi.

Where does Zhulongsheng hate? You cannot look down on life and death, success or failure, because it has too much impact. Once you gain power, you may be able to find the real Pangu realm in the future.

Unfortunately, after defeat, Zhulong's body was shattered, and blood and bones were scattered into the river, soaking the river channel. The water was shining red, like a sea of ​​blood.

"I think you'd better die first."

Fuxi didn't have time to pay attention to Zhulong for the time being, but Nuwa opened her teeth and claws, looked fierce and rushed towards Zhulong.

The copper furnace was shattered, but there was a crystal white light. It was used to it, barely making the copper furnace completely split.

The surging power flowed on Nuwa, and then the jade palm was swung out, as if it had turned over the heavens. The vast and unpredictable divine light shook, bringing out a sparkling river. The river surging and swept across the world. I don’t know whether it was because Zhulong was seriously injured or because his legs were not flexible, he did not escape and was swept into it by the long river.

The loud "rumbling" sound spread. In the long river, the Great Road of Creation was roaring, and the white mist rose and rotated, as if it turned into a mirage dragon, roaring and roaring, trying to swallow everything.

The sky shakes and the earth moves, and in an instant, things will turn back. Wherever the end of the creation, they will turn into infinite light of destruction. The light of destruction is like a tide, condensed together, like a sharp sky sword.

The sky sword passed by and tore everything apart without much struggle. Zhulong's huge body suddenly turned into a bloody rain. Only blood surging and scarlet blood flowed across the sky, and then there was an ominous shrill sound of ghosts crying and gods howling.

It was an amazing vision, as if the world was mourning.

Zhulong, the creator of this world, was born in a dream, confused the authenticity and brought an amazing miracle.

Even though he has already lost the favor of heaven and earth, he still has enough weight to bring a holy voice of mourning to bury the past, and wait for the infinite era to destroy the glimmer of life that has struggled out from destruction.

The vision spreads out, the sacred blood without a head, and the broken walls tells the story of such a desolate and terrifying past, which shocks the ages, as if there is endless sorrow, engraved into the roots of heaven and earth.

But in the next moment, a crystal light exploded, shaving through the water waves, sweeping up the majestic water wall, and hitting all directions.

"Time flies!"

Nuwa snorted coldly, and a cold light burst out from her eyes.

Obviously, Zhulong is cheating on the zombie, why isn't he dead yet? The various strange phenomena that originally appeared immediately came to an abrupt end, which was a waste of emotions, and there was a moment of death in the world.

"Hey, how did that time round come from? Do you have no idea? After running away by chance, you hurriedly hid and ran out. Do you feel that you can't do anything to you?"

The cold murderous intent appears, as if it wants to condense into substance.

Nuwa had the divine light of the Great Dao shook, and her whole person turned into golden lightning and swept away.

On the wheel of time, crystal rain rose up, and then the wheel of time collapsed, burning inch by inch, like a pair of hidden hands in the dark. It cuts the ancient and modern times, breaks the cycle of heaven and earth, and wipes away the vitality on the wheel of time.

The wheel of time emitted a vast flame, burning down the voids in all directions. There was a figure standing in the vast rain of light.

It was the Zhulong, who was dead, but he stirred a little fire and bloomed quietly in the long night, like a lighthouse and a torch.

"Such a deep obsession?"

Nuwa was full of suspicion. The change in time was naturally because she was too concerned about Fuxi's life and death.

That was the backhand left by Zhulong, and it could not save the defeat, but it was not impossible to take advantage of it.

But in order to see Fuxi's ending, the Zhulong did not hesitate to bring the wheel of time.

However, Zhulong's body collapsed and blood and bones fell, not just because of Nuwa's actions.

Even if Nuwa watches on the wall, the candle dragon is at its last moment, with catkins floating in the wind, but duckweed and the flames of fate are about to disappear.

Obviously, the price Zhulong paid was extremely tragic when he used taboo methods.

Zhulong was unwilling to die like this, perhaps because he was on the verge of life and death to see Fuxi's miserable situation. Zhulong had a clear understanding. Yes, this is the game where Zhulong and Fuxi confronted each other.

If you lose without any suspense all the way, it may mean that Zhulong fell into the jar from the beginning. How could Zhulong be willing to do so?

If you think about it carefully, Zhulong is not unacceptable to failure. After all, it is the terrible existence that opens the world and destroys the world. It is a terrible existence that has been suppressed by all eternity and makes many innate sages bow down. Even the prehistoric world will eventually achieve eternity. In this vast world, not afraid of extinction is the greatest achievement of Emperor Taihao.

In this way, what is the best surprise for failure? But Zhulong had some guess in his mind. If everything he had planned was in Taihao Emperor's calculations, the so-called layout, planning, and occupying the position of Taihao Emperor were just a delusion of a piece that fell into a trap without knowing it, and was fighting wits and courage with the air, that was what Zhulong was most unacceptable.

It would be fine if you lose, but you can't become a laughing stock.

The brilliant divine light is like thousands of ways combined, carrying a transcendent and majestic aura. It flattens all things, separates the endless waves, turns light into electricity, and displays the infinite past one by one. It is an exquisite picture scroll, reflecting the vast ancient history, and when you walk in front of you, it is like visiting the past that happened in person, becoming a member of the mottled years.
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