It was as if there was a raging fire burning in the blood, flowing at an extremely fast speed. The internal organs and every inch of flesh and blood in the body were constantly being cleansed in the process, just like forging an unparalleled divine weapon. Originally, Qi Wuhuo's innate human physique was given to this young Taoist by his eldest brother Xuandu.

After this essence and blood enters the body, it will begin a long and slow period of gradual improvement.

But now that he was close to Queen Nuwa, the process was accelerated at an extreme speed, hundreds or thousands of times.

If this is really the body of Queen Nuwa, then she has been sleeping here for at least several kalpas.

For an innate god like her, even if her soul dissipates, her body will still remain incorruptible, and will even naturally radiate some special power, which will have a certain degree of influence on the surroundings. Just like in ancient mythology, after some immortals and gods die, even if their blood is spilled on the earth, it will transform into a race of living beings.

So that the body may not decay and the will may live forever.

The same is true for Queen Nuwa.

However, during these several kalpas, the aura that Nuwa unconsciously emitted was firmly suppressed by the boundless sea of ​​blood.

The pure air was suppressed by the turbid evil spirits and was difficult to disperse, so it just kept accumulating. Although the sea of ​​blood was vast, it thirsted for the blood of living beings and had no interest in this breath. As a result, this breath became stronger day by day, year by year, until today when the sea of ​​blood rioted and the resentment that suppressed the sea of ​​blood completely disappeared.

An innate human who has not yet completed the transformation has arrived here.

"Oops……"

Qi Wuhuo felt his body changing rapidly.

His heart was beating wildly, his flesh and blood, his ability to perceive Qi, and all his basic qualities were rapidly improving at an astonishing rate. This was enough to prove that the Queen Nuwa in front of him really existed and was not some illusion or Fuxi's backup plan.

However, Queen Nuwa died at the hands of Taiyi.

Could it be that the erasure of Taiyi only erased the concept of self-Tao, and the body of Queen Nuwa fell into the sea of ​​blood?

It should have dissipated.

But Fuxi once again imprinted the traces of Queen Nuwa on the Great Dao.

So this body can be preserved here?

Or did Taiyi at that time simply erase the concept of Wahuang's existence, and after this body lost that meaning, it was not actually annihilated, but just no longer possessed the characteristics of [Wahuang]?

Qi Wuhuo recalled the past and suddenly noticed some details that he had not noticed at the time, which came from the statement of the spirit of the weapon -

[Then he set up a plan to guide all the major events of the Second Tribulation Era, guided the conflicts among the gods, and finally gathered all the forces to kill the Supreme God [Taiyi], drive away Zhulong, kill Kunpeng, create the sea of ​​blood, kill Zhurong, and destroy Gonggong. Everything that the Supreme God Taiyi was proud of was shattered and trampled into the mud. ]

[…Reject all spirits and turn them into evildoers, causing their bloodlines to degenerate and weaken, and their descendants to transform into monsters and beasts, to be eaten by humans.]

"Hematopoietic Sea"

"Destroy all the spirits and turn them into evildoers, causing their blood to degenerate and weaken..."

These two lines of text lit up in Qi Wuhuo's mind, like thunder in an instant.

With so many spirits, how could Fuxi weaken their bloodline...

How to create a sea of ​​blood? !

This endless sea of ​​blood is one of the three innate spiritual veins, but this does not mean that the current sea of ​​blood is still just one of the three pure spiritual veins...

Qi Wuhuo raised his hand and pressed his brows, his heart suddenly began to beat wildly. The image of the gentle and elegant young man was a little glaring. Combining the information currently obtained, it was probably that Fuxi secretly joined forces with the Sea of ​​Blood, and then when there was a lot of chaos in the Second Tribulation Period, countless corpses of strong men fell into the Sea of ​​Blood, intending to use the blood of countless strong immortals and all living things to forcibly nourish the body of Queen Wa.

Therefore, when the Great Heavenly Venerable Shangqing Lingbao slashed the sea of ​​blood, he was not completely annihilated the first time.

Therefore, only half of it was cut off the second time, and the other part was hung directly above the sky. Therefore, with the cold and tyrannical Emperor Beiji Ziwei, at that time, he actually allowed such ancient remnants to exist in the Doubu under his control, instead of leading the Beiji Exorcism Institute to completely destroy this sea of ​​blood.

They all know?!

The young Taoist pressed his brows, felt the heat in his body, and felt the pulsation of his blood. He just felt that the more he explored the fog of history, the more he would understand some problems, but at the same time he would find more things he didn't understand. However, Qi Wuhuo was on guard at this time.

According to all the current clues and past experiences, the true body of Queen Nuwa is hiding here, so Fuxi must be here.

In fact, if it weren't for the abnormality of this bloodline, Qi Wuhuo would even doubt whether the Queen Nuwa in front of him was Fuxi.

Could this just be a cover to attract attention?

Or in other words, is there a smaller version of Fuxi hidden behind the body of Queen Nuwa?

The intense feeling brought about by the changes in his blood made Qi Wuhuo's thoughts somewhat scattered, not as concentrated and pure as before.

But at this moment, a chill suddenly rose in the young Taoist's heart.

His instinct, which was three times stronger than usual, allowed him to draw his sword instantly, and the newly transformed Blood River Sword drew out a cloud of mist.

He suddenly turned around and slashed down vertically. The rays of light were brilliant and the sword energy was magnificent. It collided with a sword energy, causing ripples. The power of this sword was a little stronger than before, but the sharp energy contained in the sword was unparalleled. Even though Qi Wuhuo had blocked it, he was still injured by the aftermath. A crack appeared on his Taoist robe and a wound appeared on his shoulder.

The surrounding sea of ​​blood was calm. In the deepest part of such a dark sea of ​​blood, Qi Wuhuo could hardly see the direction of the swordsman.

The opponent's aura was also restrained extremely perfectly, without revealing even a trace of it.

The young Taoist calmed his mind, without any change. Blood was flowing from the wound on his shoulder, but he could actually feel that his wound was beginning to heal with a regenerative ability that humans should not have. Holding the sword, his mind and spirit were united, and he even closed his eyes, while his perception ability was magnified to the highest level.

He held a sword and blocked the space where Queen Nuwa was.

Who is it? !

Fuxi?!

Or in other words, Taiyi's old minister.

Or is it that Nuwa's body is used as a trap and bait for Fuxi's enemy?

Of course, the most likely possibility is that Fuxi prepared a powerful person with murderous intent to guard against the rest of the people.

When it comes to these ancient and prehistoric grievances and hatreds, the young Taoist didn't know much. He was attacked as soon as he appeared here. These ancient and prehistoric affairs are like the deep sea, which seem calm, but once you go deep into it and get involved in certain things, you will be in deep crisis.

However, since Queen Nuwa was here, his position did not allow him to give in at all.

At this moment, he was holding the sword, still habitually using his own fighting style, soul and spirit. He deduced the direction in his mind, fought with the sword, and used his magical powers. Although he did it at will, he also had his own rules. It's just that the sword energy was sharp and cold, but it could always break through Qi Wuhuo's spiritual perception, and it was either fierce or swift, and he wielded it calmly and fiercely.

After only a brief confrontation, the young Taoist's body was covered with wounds.

It was as if this style of sword moves was specifically designed to restrain his fighting style.

The Taoist robe on Qi Wuhuo was transformed from the armor and robes of Emperor Dongyang. According to the Jade Emperor, although it did not reach the level of Emperor Dapin due to time constraints, it was still a very good protective gear. It was invulnerable to swords and spears, could not be drowned by water, could not be burned by fire, and could not be forged by thunder without leaving any trace. However, it was torn apart easily in front of the sword energy.

The sword energy was like rain, becoming denser and denser, until it became difficult to defend against.

There was a pain in the right thigh, and the sword tip was bleed by the sword wind.

Qi Wuhuo's eyes narrowed and he used his sword to defend himself. It took time for the rest of his magical powers to operate. The majestic momentum formed by the sword energy and moves at this moment was so great that even these tiny moments of time were difficult to spare. It showed how horribly oppressive it was. The sword moves in front of the young Taoist priest were like a storm and never stopped, not giving Qi Wuhuo any time to breathe.

The sensitivity of Qi Wuhuo's own soul gradually couldn't keep up with the extremely sharp sword force.

Gradually, he needed to draw his sword quickly and break the attack instinctively, leaving no time for thinking.

Gradually, even the thought of drawing the sword disappeared.

The Blood River Sword began to ripple, faintly sensing the changes in the blood sea. The next moment, an imperceptible inspiration emerged in his heart. Although his spirit had not yet given any hint, Qi Wuhuo had already followed his instinct and intuition, holding the sword in reverse and sweeping it out. Along with the clanging of the sword in an instant, a burst of light burst out from the Blood River Sword. For the first time, he actually predicted the sword light that would chop out from the endless blood sea and even attacked in the opposite direction. A ray of sword energy from the robbery sword slashed through the deep sea of ​​blood.

He cut through the waves and clenched his hand, and thunder struck there.

I seemed to hear a light sigh.

As if the one who made the move was also very curious, and was a little surprised at the rapid improvement and reaction of the young Taoist in front of him, Qi Wuhuo raised his hand and wiped the blood flowing down his cheek with his thumb, and finally locked the direction where the energy was, and said: "Why don't you hide here, fellow Taoist?"

"Is it someone from the ancient times, or is it Emperor Xi Fuxi...?!"

"Fuxi?"

A laugh came from the depths of this sea of ​​blood, and then he said calmly: "Look to the left."

The young Taoist did not look immediately, but the latter's sharpness and murderous intent were restrained a lot at this moment, so Qi Wuhuo also separated a trace of his spiritual consciousness and noticed that there was a pile of corpses on the left, among whom were all wearing green shirts. There was even one who had not completely turned into flesh and blood, and still looked like a scholar wearing a green shirt. He looked familiar, it was Fuxi!

But in this chapter, his usually gentle face was filled with astonishment and helplessness. There was a hole between his eyebrows, and he was killed by a sword that pierced his eyebrows. It seemed that the many corpses piled there were probably all his.

Qi Wuhuo lowered his voice and said subconsciously: "Fuxi Xihuang?!!"

"Is it his back-up?!"

In the sea of ​​blood, the voice was calm, but one could hear a hint of arrogance and indifference:

"In these four calamities, I have been waiting for more than 3,800 kinds of Fuxi's methods, all of which will be slain by my sword."

After the Great Dao Lord slashed the sea of ​​blood, someone actually discovered the existence of Queen Nuwa, and even set up a trap here to lure Fuxi and kill so many clones?

Qi Wuhuo's heart was slightly shaken, and he held the sword in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Who... are you?"

The aura was no longer hidden, and footsteps could be heard faintly, as if they were coming slowly, with a cold and calm voice:

"The way of thousands of years, the calamity of eternity, the three thousand common people, this way is mine."

The sea of ​​blood surged, making way for a man with an ink-colored Taoist robe, a black hair jade crown, hair hanging down behind him, a fair face, handsome features, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a jade pendant hanging on one side of the jade belt, holding a sword in one hand, his fingers were white and his sleeves were long, his brows were extremely sharp, his eyes were extremely arrogant and sharp, Qi Wuhuo's expression solidified bit by bit.

The Taoist who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old was holding a green sword and said coldly:

"In the Age of Calamity, life and death are decided, all gods perish, and the winner is my name."

"This poor Taoist is Yuchen."

Qi Wuhuo's expression froze.

Yuchen Daojun, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun? !

The young Taoist said calmly: "It seems that you recognize me..." Then he held the sword in one hand, counted with his fingers, and said calmly:

"Are you the disciple of Future Me?"

future??

Qi Wuhuo looked at the black-haired, black-clothed, sharp and proud young Taoist in front of him and said, "You are..."

The young Taoist said succinctly, "This body is just a reflection of the past. The reason why I am here is only three reasons: one is to protect Queen Wa, and the other is to kill Fuxi. Therefore, I am separated. You don't need to care about it."

Separate?

It is similar to a clone, but seems different.

The young Taoist Yu Chen seemed to know what Qi Wuhuo was thinking, and said calmly: "If you want to hide it from Fuxi, you have to do it thoroughly. If you can't complete the task thoroughly in this world, Fuxi will find out. It will either be a great success or a great failure. Don't you know? There is no regret when the sword is out, and there should be no hesitation. Didn't my true self teach you?"

The young Taoist Yuchen has a cold temperament and his words are sharp, just like a long sword.

Completely different from the lazy Daojun that Qi Wuhuo knew, the young man Yu Chen in front of him had a more fierce aura, like a sword, sharp and sharp, as if to kill everything. However, Qi Wuhuo's teacher at this moment, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, was both lazy and dull yet sharp and unparalleled.

Protecting Queen Nuwa, it seems that the incident in the sea of ​​blood was indeed something the teacher did on purpose.

And, kill Fuxi?

What exactly happened back then?

One by one, all the things are entangled in my mind, but I still don’t know the truth, it’s just vague.

Qi Wuhuo asked: "What about the third reason?"

"A third reason?"

The young Taoist Yuchen raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were cold and contained no emotion, only sharpness and murderous intent without any ripples, he said lightly: "The great way is righteous and peaceful, solitary yin and yang cannot last long, I have fought against all things, but the edge is too much, Tai Shang, he is mature at a young age, always advises me to restrain myself, but I also know that he has some truth."

“But I don’t know who is stronger, me now or me in the future when I restrain my edge and approach the Tao.”

“I am here for a reason.”

"If I am stronger in the future, I will disappear; if I am more powerful now, he will turn back."

The young Taoist Yuchen raised his sword, his eyes blank:

"You are my disciple, you have been taught by the future me, but you also have the styles of Yuqing and Taishang."

"Fuxi has killed too many people, and he is tired of it."

“It’s a good opponent.”

"That's why I'm waiting here."

In an instant, murderous intent surged. Taoist Yuchen's edge was powerful, calm and composed. He tore ahead and stabbed towards Qi Wuhuo's brow. What was mobilised in an instant were not the four tangible swords of disaster, but the twelve real talismans created by Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun from the original talisman.

What is displayed here now is a sword that is equivalent to the sword that controls the True Talisman of Creation of Heaven.

Only named——

【Robbery】!