In his moment of crisis, Fuxi finally remembered that he had a cheap teacher in his family.
Even though he has now absorbed all the cultivation and power of his previous life, and is no longer simply the human Fuxi.
But he still had to acknowledge Hu Le as his teacher.
Just as he was about to silently pray to Hu Le, the sky was filled with clouds, and Shennong and Xuanyuan led the Five Emperors and Cangjie down to earth from the Fire Cloud Cave outside the heavens.
"Brother! We have come to lend you a hand!"
Xuanyuan shouted and charged toward the Styx Ancestor with the Xuanyuan Sword in hand.
The Xuanyuan Sword was forged by Guang Chengzi from copper from Shou Mountain. Later, it was further refined with human merits and virtues. With the blessing of human fortune, it has become a weapon of destruction that is no less powerful than any innate spiritual treasure.
Xuanyuan flicked his sword, and a sharp sword aura shot straight toward the Styx Ancestor.
Ancestor Styx raised his hand and pointed, and a beam of red light flew out from the karmic fire lotus beneath his feet, dissolving the sword energy.
At that moment, Shennong and the others surrounded him, preparing to begin their attack.
The Styx Ancestor refined the Boundless Blood God Child, so he was least afraid of being surrounded and attacked.
With a sway of his shoulders, countless blood shadows flew out of his body, spread his arms, and transformed into streaks of blood light that rushed towards the crowd.
At the same time, countless black clouds flew in from afar.
Deep within the clouds, ferocious and terrifying demons rose and fell, their breaths causing demonic and malevolent energy to churn.
These are the disciples and grand-disciples of the original Demon Lord, who have come to support their ancestor.
Below, crimson lotuses bloomed, accompanied by a strange fragrance, radiating boundless red light that spread across the ground for thousands of miles, illuminating mountains and rivers in a crimson glow.
On each of those lotus flowers stood an Asura deity.
They were all experts from the Asura Cult.
Since Fuxi had support, the Styx Ancestor, as the leader of a sect, would naturally not fight alone. Therefore, he communicated with the Blood Sea and summoned countless followers.
A group of demons arrived riding on rolling black clouds, dimming the sun and moon in the sky, and replacing the peaceful atmosphere of heaven and earth with an aura of slaughter.
However, they had just arrived and had not yet approached the battlefield when the Primordial Demon Lord suddenly broke free from Nuwa's attack and appeared in the middle of a group of demonic disciples in a flash.
Before the demons could pay their respects, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he opened his mouth and took a deep breath.
"ah……"
"Master, spare my life!"
Tens of thousands of demonic cult disciples let out a mournful wail in unison.
Amidst countless pleas for mercy, they were helplessly transformed into wisps of black smoke, which entered the mouth and nose of the Primal Demon Lord.
Originally, after several resurrections and the depletion of a large amount of primordial energy, the Primordial Demon Lord devoured the cultivation and fortune of his disciples and grandchildren. His originally extremely weakened aura began to rise like a rocket.
In just one breath, his strength returned to its peak.
Upon seeing this, the remaining disciples of the Demonic Sect all cried out in despair and scattered like birds and beasts.
They thought the cult leader had summoned them to help him fight the enemy.
But in reality, they were sent here to their deaths.
None of them ever imagined that they would become elixirs used by the Primordial Demon Lord to replenish his magical power and cultivation...
When exactly did that old thief place the restriction within our bodies?
They felt a chill run down their spines, and endless doubts welled up in their hearts.
Little did they know that this was not the kind of restriction they imagined at all; all the wonders were hidden in the various demonic methods they practiced.
It can be said that when they began practicing the demonic methods passed down by the original Demon Lord, they were unknowingly planted with a demonic curse.
The main purpose of this curse is sacrifice.
Once you are entangled in the curse created by the Demon Lord, whether you are a Taiyi or a Daluo, your life or death is already in the Demon Lord's hands.
Therefore, although the demonic cultivation methods may seem to progress rapidly and quickly, they are actually just paving the way for the original demon lord.
The higher their cultivation level, the more powerful the curse becomes, and the more valuable they are to be devoured...
The original Demon Lord was not concerned when he saw his demon sons and grandsons scattering and fleeing.
These children are completely delusional.
As long as the curse within them remains unbroken, even if they flee to the ends of the earth, or even to the chaos beyond the heavens, they will never escape his grasp...
He replenished his magical power and cultivation, instantly transforming into a streak of black light, and reappeared before Goddess Nuwa, thrusting his spear towards her heart.
Nuwa frowned, forced to halt her attack on Hunyuan, and deflected the spear aside with her whip.
As time passed, the opportune moment she held gradually shifted, and Goddess Nuwa felt a great sense of urgency.
She knew very well that once the opportune moment passed, it would be almost impossible for her to attain the Primordial Dao.
But no matter how anxious she was, it was no use. The primordial demon lord was clinging to her too tightly, not even giving her a chance to breathe.
How could she possibly focus solely on achieving the Hunyuan realm...?
The Asura Cult disciples below were terrified when they saw the Primordial Demon Lord devouring the cult members. They couldn't help but look at their cult leader, the Styx Ancestor.
Some members couldn't help but wonder: Could this old guy have placed the same restrictions on us as that demon lord?
Regardless of their speculations, since the Styx Ancestor has not yet made a move against them, they still have no choice but to confront those humans.
Seeing that the reinforcements that had come to their aid were instantly entangled by the Asura cultists, Fuxi couldn't help but sigh and then looked towards his younger sister.
At this moment, the Goddess Nuwa was unleashing her magical treasures, continuously striking at the Primordial Demon Lord. The surrounding void was constantly shattered, and heaven and earth turned into chaos.
But the Primordial Demon Lord stood atop the Twelfth-Grade Black Lotus of Annihilation, his body writhing with demonic energy. He appeared quite disheveled, yet he persisted without ever retreating…
"Sigh! There's nothing I can do... I can only trouble the teacher..."
Fuxi was unwilling to disturb his teacher because of Nuwa's matter, but things had come to this point, and even if he didn't want to bother her, he could only ask his teacher for help.
Otherwise, once the opportune time for Nuwa departs, let alone attaining the Primordial Chaos realm, Nuwa would be lucky to even survive the backlash from the Heavenly Dao...
"Disciple Fuxi has something to report to Master..."
Fuxi is currently engaged in a fierce battle with the Styx Ancestor and cannot spare the time to burn incense and kowtow. He can only silently pray in his heart and convey his own wishes.
As the leader and saint of the sect, Hu Le possesses a Daoist heart that hangs high above the Heavenly Dao, allowing him to observe the seven emotions and six desires of the Three Realms and Six Paths, and to listen to the voices of all living beings in the ten directions.
The moment Fuxi sent out his prayer, Hu Le of the Heavenly Dao Palace sensed it.
That wretched disciple! He's always causing trouble for his master!
Hu Le chuckled softly, picked up the purple bamboo staff beside him, and got up from the cloud bed...
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