Chapter 776: Fu Xi Is Immortal

That knife amazed the years, and the Taiji diagram flew up, allowing Dao to stay in the long river of time and imprinted it. When the knife light fell, Yi Wanjun saw Zhong Yue's body in the Taiji diagram, like a natural "Tao" Character. (Zhaizhu Note: Book friends want to see the ancient writing of Dao, please add Zhaizhu’s public WeChat account: zhaizhu00, reply: Dao, and you can see the pattern of Dao. There are many ways of writing Dao in ancient times, Zhaizhu chose The most primitive way of writing, the way of writing on the Zhongding Wen of the Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties, let’s take a look to see if it has a human head and a snake body, and the sun, moon and Taiji are hidden inside.)

This scene will forever be imprinted in her heart and soul.

Fuxi, with the head of the god and the body of a snake, contains the sun, the moon, Taiji, Yin and Yang, standing up to the sky, isn't it just a word of Taoism?

This is an emperor-level visualization map. Although Zhong Yue is visualized, it represents the last emperor of the Fuxi family. Thousands of mysteries are hidden in Zhong Yue's figure.

She accidentally obtained an unfathomable inheritance, which had a great influence on her, and the shock was unparalleled.

When the knife fell, the sky and the earth suddenly began to shatter, and continued to disintegrate, while the evil being bled, his figure retreated rapidly, and disappeared.

A boundless evil voice seemed to come from the depths of time and space, making people shudder: "You have passed the second seal. But the torch is gone and the old ghost is dead. What did you use to pass the third seal?" ?”

An old laugh came from Zhong Yue's mouth: "I can go back to a thousand years ago and fight you again!"

This piece of time and space was still collapsing, like pieces of colored glass being shattered one after another, Zhong Yue suddenly felt his incomparable weakness, his knees softened, and he knelt down on one knee, holding the innate magic knife in his hand so as not to let himself fall down.

The spirit of the Emperor of Heaven borrowed his body to fight against the evil existence again. He witnessed the battle between the two most powerful beings. The soul of Fuxi's last Emperor of Heaven used his body to perform all supernatural powers, as if he was performing them. .

Although Yi Wanjun imprinted Zhong Yue's figure in his mind and obtained an imperial-level visualization map, what he obtained was all the true biography of the last generation of Emperor Fuxi!

Passed by the Emperor himself!

"Fire..."

Zhong Yue didn't care about comprehending the true biography of the Emperor of Heaven, leaning on his knife, he raised his head and looked at the copper lamp in Yi Wanjun's hand. The copper lamp in Yi Wanjun's hand seemed to have burnt out the lamp oil, and the light began to dim rapidly.

His body was trembling, and there was a kind of boundless grief, and his heart was like a knife, and the pain was like a knife.

He felt that the fire was going out, his best friend, the soul of the universe that had burned everything, was about to be completely extinguished.

Suddenly, a spirit flew out of his body, and with the collapse of time and space, the spirit of the emperor gradually became dim.

"do not go!"

Zhong Yue raised his head with all his strength, and shouted to the spirit of the Heavenly Emperor who was gradually fading: "Save the fire! You are the Emperor of Heaven, the great existence who created the six realms, you must have a way to save him!"

The old soul of the Emperor of Heaven looked at the extinguishing flame, stepped forward, picked up the weak flame in the copper lamp, and walked towards Zhong Yue.

"But even if Fuxi is still alive, the fire will never go out, and the inheritance will never go out."

There was a kind of compassionate wisdom in the eyes of the old soul, and he put the faint flame in front of Zhong Yue: "Son, are you willing to use your own soul to ignite him? Are you willing to use your soul and lifespan as his lamp oil to maintain his life?" Won't it go out?"

"willing."

Zhong Yue lowered his head: "I am willing to let my soul be his oil, and let him burn my life essence, so that he will never die."

The old soul continued to ask: "Child, are you willing to choose a Fuxi when you are about to die of old age and die, and pass this fire to him, let him guard the fire, and let the fire pass on from generation to generation?" go down?"

"Are you willing to?"

Zhong Yue was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Be willing!"

The old soul smiled and said: "You are willing to use your own soul to maintain him, use your own life to burn him, and you are willing to give him up. You are a good boy, the real Fuxi, the real inheritor of the torch."

He sent this flame into the center of Zhong Yue's eyebrows, connected Zhong Yue's soul to the fire, and used Zhong Yue's life essence to keep the fire burning.

"I'm going to finish the battle a thousand years ago."

This piece of time and space completely collapsed, the soul of the Emperor of Heaven dissipated, and the voice seemed to come from the depths of time and space: "Child, don't forget your oath today, before you die, let the torch pass on, and don't take him into the grave."

He said in a long voice: "Young man of the Fuxi clan, death is like a lamp going out. Before the lamp goes out, light another lamp!"

He returned to thousands of years ago, and in the end, this old soul severely injured the evil, and also paid the end of his soul, and finally won a thousand years of time for the future Fuxi.

It's a pity that the Fuxi family has been silent for a hundred thousand years.

That piece of time and space was completely shattered, Zhong Yue and Yi Wanjun opened their eyes, and found that they were still in the Tianyuan reincarnation mirror, and they returned to the moment when they disappeared.

Outside, the Tianyuan Reincarnation Mirror was still flying to the Six Realms of Camel Mountain under the control of Lu Tianwang. The Eighteen Emperors of Tianyun didn't know what they experienced in this short moment.

Zhong Yue took the dilapidated copper lamp from Yi Wanjun's hand, the copper lamp was empty, the soul of the galaxy inside the copper lamp had been completely extinguished, returning to dead silence.

There was only one flame burning quietly in Zhong Yue's soul.

"Xianhuo..." Zhong Yue called softly.

...

Ziwei Emperor Xing, a boy with red lips and white teeth drove auspicious clouds to the palace where the emperor lived. The emperor came to greet him and said with a smile: "Junior Brother, why are you free?"

The little boy said with a smile: "Brother Xiantian, Master is awake, let me come and call you."

"Master is awake?"

Emperor Xiantian was both surprised and delighted, and said hastily: "Why does Master want to see me when he wakes up? Does Junior Brother know what is going on?"

"I don't know."

The little boy returned with him and said: "Master has become more and more unpredictable, how can we guess? But Master will see you as soon as he wakes up, there must be something important."

The two came to the illusory place, and saw that there was a breath of death and decay everywhere, and there was a faint flow of darkness. The emperor was respectful, bowed his head and stepped forward, came to an ancient palace, bowed and stood outside.

"Master, when you wake up this time, your injuries should have healed, right?" Dijun said respectfully.

"Healed, even better than before."

A voice full of vicissitudes came from the hall, and said leisurely: "One hundred thousand years ago, the fire of the eternal soul and the old ghost joined forces and gave me a fatal blow, almost killing me. Hehe, how could they know? , I actually took this opportunity to go one step further, getting closer and closer to that legendary realm?"

The emperor breathed a sigh of relief, and said happily, "It would be a great joy if the master could step into that impossible world! There is one more thing to tell the master. Not long ago, a girl from the Fuxi family appeared, and she was actually a pure blood Fuxi." , made a big fuss about Ziwei, but unfortunately she escaped. However, not long after, another half-blood Fuxi appeared, and now I have ordered Ziguang to go and capture it. Counting the time, Ziguang should be back soon."

He hesitated, and said: "The Fuxi family has not appeared for tens of thousands of years, but now there are two at a time. I suspect there is something unusual in it. Ten thousand turtle gods of the Tiangua God Clan do the math. The source, as a result, all these Tiangua gods died, and only one old tortoise said two words, Xinhuo. I doubt... Could it be that the legendary fire of inheritance has returned, and is it related to the two Fuxi clans? related……"

The vicissitudes of the voice in the hall said: "I know about this. Can a mere little Fuxi turn the world upside down? These matters are left to you to handle, and you don't need to disturb my meditation. Also, the fire has been extinguished .”

That vicissitudes of voice gave people a feeling of relief, and said with a smile: "I watched him go out. Hehe, although I have been severely injured for a hundred thousand years, it is worth it in exchange for his extinguishment. Bring the torch This is the appearance of Fuxi's remnant."

A scroll flew out of the hall and fell into the hands of the emperor.

Dijun unfolded the portrait and looked at it. He was slightly taken aback, and lost his voice: "It's him! He is one of the two Fuxi remnants! Did he get the inheritance?"

"The firewood is dead, don't worry about it."

The vicissitudes of life voice said leisurely: "There are only two Fuxis in the area, nothing to worry about. But this is a good opportunity to draw out all the backhands left by the Fuxi family back then, and wipe out those remnants of the party. Innate, you are born I have completed this matter, I have great expectations for you, I think you are the emperor's choice, don't let me down."

The emperor was overjoyed, and quickly bowed and said: "The disciple will definitely wipe out all the remnants of Fuxi's evil party, so that the master can rest easy!"

"Very good. You go."

Dijun was overjoyed, turned and left.

As for this matter, in the Tianyuan reincarnation mirror, Zhong Yue waited for a while, but Xin Huo never responded.

Fine cold sweat broke out on Zhong Yue's forehead. The firewood was the fire of the cosmic soul, and it was burned with the help of the cosmic soul. When Sui Huang made it, he refined an old galaxy and turned it into the fire of the cosmic soul. His own soul and longevity , Can the fire continue to burn?

"Fire?" Zhong Yue's voice trembled.

The little flame in his soul was still unresponsive, Zhong Yue's heart sank gradually, could it be that the words of Fuxi's last emperor of heaven were also not accurate? Is it just to comfort him, just to pass on a spirit, is it just a lie to keep him from being decadent?

"Xinhuo, are you still alive?" Zhong Yue almost cried.

But the little flame still didn't respond.

Zhong Yue lost all thoughts, suddenly an impatient voice came from his soul, angrily said: "Why are you arguing? You are annoying!"

Zhong Yue was surprised and delighted, only to hear the angry and wronged voice of the little flame: "The god damn emperor, the god damn Fuxi clan, actually made their own decisions and planted me in the soul of Yue boy! Old bastard!" , I want to choose a pure-blood Fuxi, what should I do now? Boy Yue, let's discuss something..."