Chapter 20 Nuwa

Hongjun sighed slightly.

Then the unfathomable Dao rhythm flowed around him.

The Jade Disc of Creation instantly burst into brilliant light.

It took only a few breaths.

A ray of golden light penetrated into Hongjun's sea of ​​consciousness.

The eyes of the other three people condensed.

There is a result!

The speed of this calculation... is really fast!

"Luo Hou did it." Hongjun said lightly.

Then, another scene appeared on the Jade Disc of Creation.

On it, more than a hundred years of time passed quickly.

The dragon slayer was dressed in a black robe, and the devilish aura was rising.

Zhulong was shocked.

Hongjun, he should not lie to him!

This may be true.

Anyway, Luo Hou has too many lice on his body and is not afraid of itching, so Hongjun just puts all the blame on him.

If he doesn't blame him, will Luo Hou not attack the three tribes?

After a long silence, Zhulong stood up and bowed:

"Thank you for your reminder, Daoist Hongjun. I will go back to the Dragon Clan to clean up the internal affairs."

Qingluan and Mo Qilin also stood up and bowed:

"Goodbye."

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The gears of fate are turning rapidly at this moment, and the time of the prehistoric world seems to have been fast-forwarded again!

Ten thousand years passed in a hurry.

Buzhou Mountain, Baichuan World.

At this time, Bai Ze and Fuxi were sitting in the practice room and talking about Taoism.

Baichuan was lying on the rocking chair at this moment, thinking in his mind.

'The fire is there, and the tripod is probably going to be ready soon. What else is missing? It's missing the Tao that should be engraved... My own Tao should be engraved, and what should I engrave for the rest. '

'The time is getting closer and closer, and I don't know how many Yuanhui will it take for the three clans to start the decisive battle. '

'When all the dragon clan troops are out, it will be the time to take that thing. ’

‘If there is a Qiankun Ding, it would be great. It would not be so troublesome to reverse the acquired nature. ’

‘Well… we still have to go to the Dragon Clan’s treasure house. Its foundation is really too rich. I am so greedy. I don’t want more. Half of it will do! ’

“Don’t move!”

A cold female voice interrupted Baichuan’s thoughts.

Baichuan woke up slowly, and there was a cold feeling on his neck.

“What do you mean, fellow Taoist?” Baichuan asked with a smile.

Baichuan already knew who the person was.

Nuwa woke up.

“I ask, you tell me.” Nuwa lay beside Baichuan’s ear and said in a cold voice:

“Otherwise, I will cut it with this sword! I warn you in advance. I have practiced swordsmanship for a long time. My own way is also swordsmanship. I advise you to obey me.”

Baichuan: “…”

Do you want to pretend to be more outrageous!

Your brother has already revealed all your things.

However, it was rare to have fun, so Baichuan directly activated the "surveillance".

Record it, must record it!

"What do you want to ask, fellow Daoist?" Baichuan frowned.

"Tell me, your identity."

"Guess."

Hearing this, Nuwa frowned:

"Are you a dragon?"

"Guess."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I will cut you down with this sword." Nuwa said viciously.

"I'll ask you again, where is this place?"

Baichuan thought for a while after hearing this:

"East China Sea."

Baichuan did not release his spiritual consciousness to observe Nuwa.

Because there was no need to observe at all.

At this time, Nuwa was standing behind his chair, with a sword across Baichuan's neck.

Baichuan could even feel her heartbeat clearly.

Speaking of nervousness, Nuwa was almost nervous to death, right?

"East China Sea?" Nuwa frowned a little more after hearing this:

"Where is Fuxi?"

At this moment, Nuwa was panicking.

Who knows how she felt when she woke up!

The extremely unfamiliar environment, a large area of ​​unfamiliar things, and her own snake tail also turned into a Taoist body.

Think about the story of the dragon clan.

She instantly felt that she knew the cause and effect.

She was harmed! It must be like this!

So, there is the current situation.

"Are you talking about the innate snake with you? He..." Baichuan's mouth corners slightly raised:

"Guess?"

Nuwa hardened!

Her fists hardened!

What the hell is this damn bastard talking about!

The blue veins on Nuwa's forehead bulged slightly.

It is obviously a beautiful face, but at this moment it is a little hideous.

This guy is so annoying!

Could it be that she is fearless?

Instantly, Nuwa calmed down.

Indeed, this person must be confident, because the dragons of that day all had the Daluo level.

How likely is it that I can win against Daluo?

Nuwa narrowed her eyes, calculating secretly in her heart, and the sword in her hand moved back half an inch, cutting into Baichuan's skin.

Of course, Baichuan was pretending!

Otherwise, this little idiot Nuwa wants to kill him with one sword?

My brother once said that the calculation is to take into account all the known conditions!

It is known that my sword can penetrate his skin, and now I am in control of the initiative.

He has no power to fight back, he must be using words to provoke my emotions, waiting for the opportunity, and delaying time...

Humph! I have seen through this calculation long ago!

This wave, the advantage is mine!

Nuwa's girlish face, at this moment, slightly raised the corner of her mouth.

It seems that everything is under her control.

"Hurry up! What's wrong with Fuxi!" Nuwa leaned on Baichuan's ear and said coldly.

"Sister?" A surprised voice interrupted the two of them directly.

I saw that at the gate of the villa behind, there were two figures wearing training clothes.

Hearing this, Nuwa was in a trance, and for a moment, she couldn't control her eyes.

Her eyes were slightly red and a little wet.

She threw the sword and rushed towards Fuxi:

"Brother!"

Nuwa threw herself into Fuxi's arms and began to cry.

Bai Ze stood by and twitched his mouth slightly, then walked towards Baichuan.

"What's wrong, sister?" Fuxi forced Nuwa, who was holding him, to let go.

Nuwa looked at Fuxi with some resentment.

"I forgot." Fuxi supported his forehead, bowed to Baichuan and smiled:

"I'm sorry, Daoist Baichuan, my sister has caused you some trouble."

"It's okay, it's okay." Baichuan stood up and chuckled, wiping the blood off his neck:

"Daoist Nuwa is also very interesting."

Baichuan's eyes focused on Nuwa and looked at her for a while.

Her face was like that of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, with an upright posture, wearing a red long skirt that reached her ankles, embroidered with golden patterns, and golden anklets on her feet, but no shoes.

Looking closely at his face, he has smooth black hair, half of which is draped and the other half is tied up, with a fringe of bangs tilted to the right on his forehead.

Thin sword-like eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a small nose, and two thin pink lips.

He looks heroic, but also has the charm of creation flowing through his body.

This combination is a bit strange.

"Sister." Fuxi chuckled:

"These two are Baichuan and Baize Daoists. They saved us brothers and sisters. They are also brothers from the same origin."

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