Prehistoric Luo Hu Asking the Way

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Seeing this scene, Xuandu was instantly dumbfounded, and quickly stepped forward to support Fuxi, but at this time Fuxi's breathing was already very weak.

"The co-owner, the co-owner..."

Xuan Du whispered a few times.

Fuxi's eyes were slightly closed, his expression was a little painful, and his breathing was a little weak, which was obviously a sign of the imminent end.

"Could it be that the time to become a co-owner has come?" Xuandu thought in his heart, and immediately, Xuandu put this thought aside.

He is not an ordinary monk, but he is the eldest disciple of Taiqing Daozu, and he knows many secrets. This Fuxi is the co-lord of God, the head of the three emperors.

In the future, the merits and virtues will be complete, and the achievements will definitely be higher than those of quasi-sages.

Suddenly, Xuandu thought of the hexagram that Fuxi said just now, which contained a sign of great danger, and now Fuxi fainted inexplicably, and this situation is very dangerous.

The guards outside also heard Xuandu's voice, and felt something was wrong inside, so they all rushed in, and what they saw was Fuxi fainted in Xuandu's arms.

"Master, what's wrong with the co-lord?" the guard leader asked quickly.

"I don't know the poor, but the co-lord suddenly fainted, you quickly carry the co-lord to the bedroom." Xuan Du ordered.

These guards quickly took orders.

Xuandu was very anxious, he was a cultivator, just now he took a look at Fuxi with his spiritual mind, the appearance of difficulty breathing was a sign that the end was approaching.

Even with his current peak strength of Taiyi Jinxian, he can't help Fuxi.

"It seems that we need to go to Shouyang Mountain once." Xuandu thought in his heart, and walked out of Fuxi's palace.

But as soon as he walked out, he discovered an earth-shattering change in the sky above the Valley of Origin.

Ordinary people can't see the ten thousand zhang golden dragon of luck, but he can see the ten thousand zhang golden dragon of luck. This is the golden dragon of luck of the human race, but how could it suddenly become huge?

In the past, when Xuandu was watching, the Luck Golden Dragon was only a thousand feet in size, not ten thousand feet in size.

A ray of light fell, it was Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the Earth Immortal.

"Xuandu has met Immortal Zhenyuan." Xuandu hastily saluted.

"Well, Xuandu, what's the matter with Fuxi." Zhen Yuanzi stared at Xuandu and asked a little nervously.

Just now he suddenly felt that Fuxi's breath was not stable, so he rushed over.

"The co-lord did a divination, and it was good and bad, and then he fainted." Xuan Du said truthfully.

"Are you going to Shouyang Mountain?" Zhen Yuanzi nodded, and then he saw that Xuandu also looked nervous, and he knew it in his heart.

"Exactly, the co-lord is in danger, fearing that the human race's methods will not be able to resolve it, so Xuandu wants to go to Shouyang Mountain to find the master."

"There's no need to go to Shouyang Mountain. All the saints are gathered in the sky above the Valley of Origin. You can go."

After Zhen Yuanzi finished speaking, he entered the palace, and he felt that Dao Fuxi's aura was getting weaker and weaker.

Fuxi is his disciple, and there is absolutely no way for Fuxi to have anything to do. Another point is that Fuxi is a bridge for him to communicate with Mount Sumeru.

With Fuxi, his relationship with Nuwa will get better and better. In the future, Mount Sumeru will settle accounts after autumn, and he will have a helper to intercede.

Zhen Yuanzi still can't let go of the fact that his master Yang Mei Patriarch participated in the siege of the demon ancestor.

After all, Patriarch Yang Mei was not around, and he was always in danger.

Although the ancestor of the devil said that he would not blame him, but the disciples of the ancestor of the devil did not say such a thing, they are all saints!

When Zhen Yuanzi walked in, the guards bowed respectfully, and Zhen Yuanzi made them retreat.

Walking to Fuxi's side, looking with Fayan, he saw a scene where Fuxi's life span was about to end.

"The end is approaching? This is impossible, there will never be Fuxi's name in the book of life and death."

Zhen Yuanzi is sure that there will be no Fuxi's name in the book of life and death. As the head of the three emperors of the human race, Fuxi bears the destiny, and this destiny is the ancestor of the devil!

The real body of the book of life and death is in the hands of the Demon Ancestor, and those powerful people in the underworld only get copies.

"The prosperity and decline seem to have something to do with the luck of the golden dragon of the human race." Zhen Yuanzi muttered to himself.

He has nothing to do with getting involved with the Luck Golden Dragon, and he can only let Nu Wa figure out a way.

Zhen Yuanzi transmitted the incident here to Nuwa in the sky above. After all, this is a contest between saints, and he is not qualified to intervene.

In the sky above the Valley of Origin, Xuandu flew above, just as Zhen Yuanzi said, all saints are here.

"Meet Master."

"I met my uncle."

Xuandu saluted respectfully.

"You look nervous, what happened?" Daozu Taiqing said expressionlessly.

"Master, the co-lord of the human race, Fuxi, fainted suddenly, as if the end is approaching, please master to give me a way to save him!" Xuandu said hastily.

Fuxi's life and death are related to the life and death of the human race. He is the co-lord of the human race and has so much luck in him!

Xuandu's words were not only heard by Daozu Taiqing, but also by other saints and quasi-sages.

All the great powers were calculated by pinching their fingers. The fate of the human race has undergone a major change, and the co-lord of the human race, Fuxi, suddenly fainted, which must have something to do with it.

"not good!"

The original Tianzun's face sank, and at the same time, the other saints also had ugly faces.

"How could this be? A mere mortal has changed the layout of the fate of the human race. He cannot be let down." Daozu Taiqing was angry and helpless.

Fuxi must not die now, otherwise, the luck of the human race will collapse. This is not an ordinary collapse, but the luck of the entire human race will dissipate.

Accompanied by the demise of the human race.

"Nuwa, the Demon Ancestor is in charge of life and death, I'm afraid the Demon Ancestor will take action." Yuan Yuan Tianzun looked at Nuwa.

"Fuxi's name is not in the book of life and death. Even if the master comes forward, it will not help the matter. His death is approaching. This is caused by the strong luck of the human race." The Queen Mother of the West pressed Nuwa's jade hand, slowly Said.

Now that these sages have jointly calculated, it is clear why this kind of thing happened.

Fuxi integrated the luck of the human race and the dragon race, and was in charge of the Kongtong Yin War against the Ghost Chariot, which brought all the luck of the races together in the Valley of Origin.

And all these fortunes belong to Fuxi alone.

If Fuxi is a saint, then this situation will definitely allow Fuxi to quickly improve his cultivation, which is an excellent advantage!

Do not!

Even if Fuxi is a quasi-sage, or a Daluo Jinxian, this will make Fuxi a saint immediately!

But Fuxi is just a mortal, and this has become a deadly poison.

Of course, these sages will not see the luck of the human race being monopolized by Fuxi alone.

Nuwa was willing in her heart, but Taiqing Taoist ancestor was not, and those saints who wanted to benefit from the human race were also unwilling to see this scene.

"Hum!" Yuan Yuan Tianzun snorted coldly.

The current situation is very difficult to handle. If you want to get the luck of the human race, you must resolve Fuxi's crisis.

But they were also worried that Fuxi's crisis would be resolved, and the fate of the human race would be Fuxi's alone.

If this is the case, they will be making wedding dresses for Fu Xi.

Of course, they also have a bigger concern, that is, they are worried that Fuxi will climb on their heads.

It is no longer a secret that the human race is the protagonist of the world. Once Fuxi gets all the luck, he will definitely come from behind and stand on his head.

Now there are already three people standing on the heads of their saints in this prehistoric age, and they really don't want to appear in one more!

Unless it's themselves.

How to do?

All the saints were thinking of a way in their hearts. If they didn't want to see the churning luck golden dragon, it would be a lie.

As long as they master all the luck of the human race, they will surpass other saints.

"Master, before the co-lord fainted, it seems that this matter has already been figured out." Xuandu said with some hesitation.

"what!"

"You said that a mortal calculated the scene that happened now!" Ancestor Kunpeng looked at Xuandu in shock.

"Uncle, the co-lord did not calculate this scene. The co-lord had a divination earlier, the Kan hexagram was good and bad, and then passed out." Xuandu respectfully said to the ancestor Kunpeng.

Even so, these great powers are all amazed, it is inconceivable that mortals can really calculate the secrets of heaven.

"The only way now is to let Fuxi improve his cultivation level, empower him, and make him become a Daluo Jinxian in an instant." Nuwa said lightly.

"Fellow Daoist is really calculating, let Fuxi monopolize the luck of the human race, does he have the background to enjoy it?" Prince Xianzu Dong sneered.

Immortal Dao has already begun to integrate into the human race, and he will also get the luck of the human race in a short time. Naturally, it is impossible for Nuwa's plot to succeed!

"Although Fuxi is the co-lord of the human race, he is only a mortal after all, and it is not suitable to monopolize the luck of the human race. Good, good." The leader of the burning lamp said compassionately.

"If it's about heels, Fuxi is the demon emperor of the demon clan. If the human race knows Fuxi's true identity now, I'm afraid he won't get any luck at all!"

Nuwa's words directly attracted voices of opposition one after another. How could they let Fuxi take such a big advantage?

Threatening one's own interests, even a saint can't sit still.

A sage is not inaction, let alone being short-sighted. A sage is more greedy than an ant.

Nuwa looked at her senior brothers, and she found that even her senior brothers didn't support her very much in this matter.

It seems that it is impossible for Fuxi to monopolize the luck of the human race.

It's no wonder that the superior people don't support Nuwa, because the human race will eventually become a demon, and they can't let one person control the luck of the human race, otherwise, the human race will become uncontrollable by then.

Just when they were arguing and chattering about Fuxi, Zhen Yuanzi came back, looked at the saints and said coldly: "Everyone, there are still three incense sticks left for Fuxi."

There is no Fuxi's name in the book of life and death, so after Fuxi's death this time, his true spirit will dissipate, and there will be no chance of reincarnation.

"Let's ask the Demon Ancestor and the Dao Ancestor to decide!"

The voice rang out.

All the great powers are looking at the Buddha Amitabha.