Fengshen Wendaoxing

Fuxi's figure suddenly stopped, staring at the flying white dragon in a daze.

Shennong was surprised and anxious: "Why did you stop, Brother Huang, that old dragon has run away!"

"Stop chasing, let's go back!"

Fuxi said suddenly.

"Why?"

Shennong was puzzled: "Don't let him explain clearly, in case it touches the luck of my human race..."

"You have also seen that he has returned in this reincarnation. Although he is no longer the ancestral realm of Dzogchen, he has also stepped into the ancestral realm. We caught up several times but he easily walked away. He didn't intend to fight us."

Fuxi looked meaningfully at the outline of the land in the distance, and said: "And what he said is right, there is Beiju Luzhou in front, and it is no longer an area that we humans can reach."

Shen Nong also stopped slowly, looking at the outline of the continent that could not be seen at a glance, his expression slowly sank.

If this was Zulong at the peak of the ancestral realm, he wouldn't run away.

Of course, when the time comes, it will not be the turn of the two of them to chase after the buttocks, and they will turn around.

There is only one person at the peak of the ancestral realm of the human race, Sui Huang!

"Then what about the hands and feet done by this old man in the human race?" Shen Nong said in a low voice.

Fuxi raised his right hand, and the divine light gushed out from the palm of his hand, and a congenital gossip emerged and spun round and round.

Fuxi said: "I have just made a fortune teller about this matter!"

Shen Nong looked at the spinning gossip and hurriedly said, "How about good or bad luck?"

Fuxi stared at the gossip and gradually frowned, his expression became more and more serious, but the gossip never stopped.

Shennong asked in surprise, "Why doesn't the hexagram come out?"

When Fuxi clenched his right hand, the yin and yang and gossip patterns in his palm disappeared.

"Fortunate... Unpredictable!"

Fuxi took a deep breath and spit out four words.

"How could it be... not a hexagram?"

Shennong's pupils shrank in horror and said, "Ever since the emperor's innate gossip came out, there has never been such a situation..."

"Perhaps this incident has a great impact on the human race."

Fuxi shook his head: "It's better to go back to Huoyun Palace first, but if the luck of the mortal race is in turmoil, I will fight with Sui Huang and the others later."

Shen Nong took another deep look at Beiju Luzhou.

Nanzhan Buzhou has Fire Cloud Palace, while Beiju Luzhou also has a mountain and a sea.

The name of the mountain is Zhongshan, and the sea is Beiming!

I don't know if this Zulong went to Beiju Luzhou to take root or just to hide from the limelight temporarily.

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world.

After the Battle of the Self-proclaimed Gods, the Righteous God returned to his throne, and the Three Religions were disbanded!

Immortal qi practitioners either retreat to the deep mountains and concentrate on practicing, or they find Lingshan and set up a mountain gate to accept disciples to preach. In short, fairy arts and Taoism are no longer easy to appear in the world, and they are almost extinct.

Later, the great merchants perished, and the world fell into chaos. Not only a hundred schools of thought contended, but also demons made chaos.

So various sects also sent their disciples down the mountain to subdue the demon.

It's just that among these monsters, there are many in the field of refining Qi, but there are also many who have stepped into the immortal way, so the immortal cultivators have also paid a considerable price.

Then there is the legendary story of Emperor Zhenwu Continent descending to the world to slay demons and eliminate demons.

Once the evildoers are eliminated, all that remains is the war of mortals.

...

The desolate avenue is strewn with gravel.

Rumble!

Suddenly there was the sound of horseshoes and yelling in the distance, and more than a dozen riders came galloping on the road guarding a carriage.

All the way west!

The direction they were going was Qin, one of the seven kingdoms.

In the carriage ahead, a middle-aged man with a beard looked a little nervous, and he opened the curtains to look back from time to time.

"Prince, don't worry, don't worry, it's okay, it's okay."

Another person in the carriage comforted in a low voice: "The subordinates have already made arrangements, and the Qin State Camp will be thirty miles away. As long as you enter the Qin State Camp, the prince will be fine."

Although he said so in his mouth, the clenched fist in his sleeve showed that his mood was not flat.

"He didn't care about my life at all, and let me go to Zhao Guo to be a proton for so many years."

The man known as the prince gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Finally, under Mr.'s planning, King Zhao has already agreed to let me go back this time, but he suddenly launched a war between the two countries. If we didn't run so fast, we might have become the ghosts of Zhao people."

He is Qin Yiren, and the gentleman beside him is named Lu Buwei.

Lu Buwei also looked helpless after hearing this.

King Qin's war disrupted all his plans.

"Oops!" Qin Yiren was shocked suddenly: "Sir, Zhao Ji and Zheng'er are still in Zhao Country..."

Lu Buwei smiled wryly: "Prince, whether we can escape or not is another matter. Madam and Young Master can only depend on their fortunes."

Qin Yiren gritted his teeth and clenched his fist.

Rumble!

At this time, the ground trembled, and in the distance, an armored army bearing the banner of "Zhao" appeared rushing like a flood, closing the distance between the two sides at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Not good, the pursuers are coming."

Lu Buwei glanced back in shock.

Qin Yiren's face turned pale, shaking Lu Buwei's arm with both hands, and said: "What to do, sir, find a way, find a way..."

Lu Buwei pulled up the curtain and said to the coachman, "Quick, go faster!"

The coachman said: "Sir, no, my horse will be exhausted if I go any faster."

Lu Buwei gritted his teeth, suddenly grabbed the whip with a ferocious expression and kicked the driver off the carriage: "What time is it and you still take care of your horse."

A coachman screamed from behind.

Qin Yiren looked at Lu Buwei with a ferocious expression in surprise: "Sir, you..."

Lu Buwei lashed the horse's back fiercely with a few whips, leaving a few bloodstains: "One less person can also reduce the weight and make the carriage faster. Prince, open one of the boxes on the carriage and throw it down."

Qin Yiren quickly scanned the carriage, saw a row of five or six watermelon-sized boxes, opened one and was stunned.

I saw that the box was full of golden gold.

Qin Yiren hesitated: "Sir, this..."

Lu Buwei said angrily: "If the gold is gone and you can earn more, is money or life more important?"

After gritting his teeth, Qin Yiren opened the box and threw it out, and there was a shower of gold behind the carriage.

Soon after, soldiers from the state of Zhao arrived, and there was a small commotion after some soldiers saw Jin Zi.

But soon they recovered and caught up again.

So Lu Buwei asked Qin Yiren to drop the box again, and repeated this several times, Qin Yiren was panting tiredly and supported his waist, and General Zhao Guo could only see them chasing them in front.

The strong wind rolled up the yellow sand.

Suddenly, another group of soldiers in strong and sharp clothes appeared in front of the yellow sand, waving the banner of "Qin".

"Who are you?"

"Stop the car quickly, or you will shoot an arrow."

Some soldiers shouted.

Lu Buwei cheered up and roared with joy: "Lu Buwei escorted Prince Qin to arrive, hurry up, there are Zhao Guo chasing troops behind..."

The army stepped aside, and Lu Buwei rushed into the Qin army's formation in a carriage.

Zhao Guo's army stopped far away, and after a long confrontation, the general waved his hand and left reluctantly.

State of Zhao, Handan, Qin Yiren's Mansion.

"Zhenger, Zhenger..."

A beautiful woman whispered back and forth in the mansion with unconcealable anxiety in her eyes.

Under the rockery in the backyard, a nine-year-old boy with a broken forehead and bleeding fell into a coma, his brows furrowed.

He saw a person in his mind.

In the misty clouds and mist, a tall and straight man with a majestic face and an indescribable aura in a dragon robe appeared in front of him.

Looking at him is like facing a majestic mountain, one can only look up, and his pupils are full of vicissitudes and indescribable arrogance.

"who are you?"

The little boy looked at him and asked.

Facing this man who is sacred and has to be looked up to, the little boy looked curious, not in awe.

"The emperor of the human race... Heh, the emperor, even the emperor is not in the eyes, what is the emperor."

The man snorted coldly, looked down at the little boy, and his eyes began to shine menacingly: "As long as you are taken away, you will be refined into an incarnation outside your body, and after mastering the destiny of the human race, you will pass it on to the dragon clan... Heh, in this life, I will lead the dragon clan to fulfill the long-cherished wish that was not fulfilled at the beginning."

After the man finished speaking, he roared and turned into a golden dragon with thick armor and opened his mouth to swallow the little boy.

"Don't, don't..."

The little boy from the outside world emitted golden light all over his body, and his expression looked a little distorted in pain.

Suddenly the Ziwei star on the sky began to vibrate, and a beam of purple light condensed from the star and rushed down towards the world.