Fuxi didn't care about Zhulong's words at this time, so he carefully checked the changes in Nuwa's body, and did not feel anything wrong and breathed a sigh of relief.

The broken small tripod is the Qiankun tripod. Logically speaking, Fuxi doesn't have to worry about it.

After all, even in that lost ancient history, who is the owner of the Qiankun Cauldron? There is an unquestionable answer. The sacred, named Nuwa, is the supreme existence walking on Pangu Road.

But although it is also called Nuwa, there are differences. One is that it shakes the glorious ancient history. It is the immortal myth that has been sung forever for thousands of years. The sublimation of the civilization concepts of the demon clan, the human clan, and any clan are the supreme path to the realm of Pangu.

Fuxi sighed in his heart. How difficult is the future situation when walking on such a road and being enemies with those people?

The sorrow of my life experience is related to the great people, and the hope for the future is slim, which makes people completely desperate.

However, Fuxi did not express this emotion. Even if he was desperate, he would be alone.

When Zhulong saw Fuxi not speaking, he thought he had moved Fuxi, and chuckled, and then said, "Although Nuwa was far from that Majesty in the vast ancient history, she has been thinking about knocking down her brother and making her brother and sister unrest and becoming a sibling, but it does not mean that outsiders will usurp the name of His Majesty and remain indifferent."

"At the beginning, many innate sacred people secretly interpreted the prehistoric world, opened up a world, usurped the ancients and created history, and wanted to dig the bottom of the matter and find the secrets of the Majesty. Hey, in the end, they were all beaten by Emperor Wa to search for teeth."

"Don't look at how dissatisfied with that Majesty on weekdays, who dares to be so arrogant to that Majesty? There are some things that Majesty can just smile, but a woman's mind is really small."

After Zhulong finished speaking, a chill suddenly rose in his heart.

Nuwa sneered and said, "You actually started the map cannon? Did the woman eat your rice?"

Nuwa is a firm female fist defender. If she hadn't had the strength of being inferior to others, she would have to use the Qiankun Cauldron to suppress Zhulong, cook the big bone stick well, and taste how it tastes.

"Fellow Taoist Fuxi, I wonder what you mean?"

Zhulong did not speak too much with Nuwa. After all, Nuwa at this time did not have a high enough weight.

"You are all fakes. You have to rely on your own efforts to climb up the sky and soar. Then you may fall into the ditch at any time and never get up again."

Although Fuxi has many secrets and seems to have many doubts, his relationship with His Majesty may be a bit unsimple, which makes Zhulong unable to see through, but it does not prevent Zhulong from using this as an excuse to encourage Fuxi to join forces with him to find out the truth behind the vision.

Besides, let alone the strangeness of Fuxi, Nuwa was always interpreted by a false dream? Fuxi made the innate spiritual light fake to the real, essentially, was usurping the power of the Dawa Emperor in ancient history.

If the other party can take time out, he will definitely lose the guy who dares to offend Tianwei.

The hostile position cannot be eased.

Fuxi remained silent, and suddenly felt a stir in his heart, feeling the turbulence caused by the long river of time.

I saw a bird's head, which ran through the vast years and fell into a torrent of time.

A fragment of the future is shining, its light shining through the sky and the earth, and there is a surging blood, like a tide. The bird's head opens its eyes wide and dies with its eyes open, it turns into flowing light and becomes a different firework.

In the Beiming Sea, Kunpeng looked at the bird's head and felt his whole body be covered with chill.

The bird's head, Kunpeng, isn't that his big head?

In the water is Kun, the flying sky is Peng, and traverses in the water, this is Kunpeng, which is shaking for millions of miles. The bird's head comes quickly. Even if Kunpeng wants to stop it, it can't stop it. The bird's head hit Kunpeng.

Blood splashed, like a blood-colored waterfall, the flesh and blood exploded, the bones shattered, Kunpeng's huge body was like paper, but in an instant, all injuries were recovered, and the bird's head was gone, truly integrating with Kunpeng.

An even more amazing aura emerged from Kunpeng, as if he was about to step into the realm of Daluo. Three flowers bloomed together, his whole body continued to rise, and he rose from that area of ​​water and truly stepped onto the long river of time.

Kunpeng lowered his eyes, looked at the past and present, followed the timeline, looked downstream, saw Fuxi, Zhulong, and also saw the broken small tripod beside Nuwa, with the resentment of the dead, like a ghost crying.

Inexplicably shocked, Kunpeng looked at the broken small tripod, as if he was seeing a natural enemy.

Kunpeng did not dare to intervene. Even if he broke through Daluo, he would not be able to do anything.

The beautiful and beautiful girl was carrying the Qiankun Cauldron, but Kunpeng’s nemesis, Kunpeng didn’t dare to pack himself up and deliver it to the door. If the other party wanted to have some snacks, Kunpeng was really unconfident and did not have the ability to compete with the other party.

"The change has appeared again. Hey, the battlefield involved in that vision is full of sacred blood burying bones. If all of them are strange, the tributary of the Long River of Time will probably be very lively."

"Who can dominate the last one? This is indefinitely."

Zhulong's words did not make Fuxi feel shaken, but the changes were indeed very unusual.

If the change of vision did not affect Fuxi's subsequent arrangement, that would be fine, but now, even if he didn't go into the bottom of it, the other party would not plan to disappear by himself.

What should come is still coming. I saw a fire ignited in the world. It crossed the waters, bringing waves to the sky, and the light shone. It was a huge sycamore tree.

The leaves of the sycamore tree fall and wither, without any vitality. Then, above the main trunk, there is a huge fire, like a round of divine sun, which emits endless light and heat, and the vast flames reflect the surging waters. The crystal water splashes leaps up, splitting the light into wisps of divine light.

Fuxi stared at the sycamore tree and sighed in his heart. Sure enough, it wasn't long before, he saw the sycamore tree running through the vast years and falling into the hands of the phoenix. There were also finger bones in the sky. It was the finger bones of the ancestor dragon. The bones were like jade, and the flowing light in the sky rolled up and flowed all over the world.

The finger bones matched the Ancestral Dragon, causing a roar in a sea area, roaring in the sky, and the water light rolled up, holding up a brilliant and flawless Taoist fruit. The green light was filled with extraordinary aura. The Ancestral Dragon, it broke through the shackles and stepped into the realm of Daluo, and also jumped up, its huge body was like a mountain ridge.

"Fellow Daoist Zhulong is planning to get to the bottom of it, so I don't know what to do?"

Fuxi looked at Zhulong, and the huge arm was covered with crystal clear jade light, like a waterfall, flowing like a waterfall, as if it was filled with flawless rain.

"Since that vision appears, it is not a sourceless one. Its foundation should be in this tributary of the long river."
Chapter completed!