Facing Di Jiang's fatal blow, Fuxi gritted his teeth and fought!

A bead popped out of his hand and he crushed it without saying a word.

A black hole suddenly appeared on the spot and sucked Fuxi's entire body in.

When Di Jiang rushed over, the black hole had disappeared, leaving nothing behind.

"Nuwa, you are shameless..."

The duck that hit his mouth flew away, and Di Jiang cursed angrily.

In order to save Fuxi's life, Nuwa gave him a magic ball condensed with the power of a saint.

After crushing, the space can be broken and Fuxi can be transported to another world.

But the price was also high. Fuxi appeared in heaven covered in blood.

Only the body of a saint can travel through space. Others who do so will die.

The terrifying power of space distortion will easily tear their bodies apart.

Not even the Demon Saint can do it!

Unless there is a saint who protects the whole process and wraps the whole body with the power of the saint.

This time Fuxi had good luck and returned to heaven intact.

Most of the bones in his body were broken, and his body was covered in bruises and bruises, as if he had been squeezed out of a meat grinder.

Poor Fuxi finally understood the advice of his sister Nuwa.

Never use this magic bead unless it is a life or death situation.

You might save your life if you use it, maybe half of it, not the whole thing!

If traveling through space lasted just one second longer, Fuxi would definitely leave some parts behind as a souvenir of his first time traveling through space.

A few years later, he pointed to his missing arm and half of his leg, and proudly told other monsters.

This is proof that I travel through space!

After swallowing several healing pills, Fuxi rushed to the Jianmu Passage without taking any time to rest.

If the four great ancestral witches attack at the same time, how many clan members can come back alive?

Seeing Fuxi covered in blood, the little fox was startled: "Oh my god, Fuxi, how many witches have you fucked by?"

Fuxi leaned against the window weakly: "Di Jiang chased me, but I was lucky enough to save my life. I don't know how many monsters will come back..."

Plop!

The little fox was so frightened that he lay down on the table and looked at Fuxi with eyes full of admiration.

He is the first demon in the world to be able to escape alone from Di Jiang's men!

"Daji, little Daji, hurry up and get your Grandpa Fuxi a cup of tea! This kid has no manners at all!"

"Hey, here we come! Grandpa Fuxi, try our Jianmu specialty Yunwu Tea!"

Little Daji ran over obediently and poured Fuxi a cup of spiritual liquid cloud tea.

Fuxi, who had lost a lot of blood, felt thirsty and felt uncomfortable, so he took the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The next moment, his eyes widened: "Echo tea? Is this ectoplasm tea? Do you use ectoplasm to make tea?"

Seeing Fuxi's surprised look, the little fox felt so beautiful in his heart that he picked up the cup with his little paws and drank it down.

"It's easy to make a fuss and collect tolls. This is our welfare!"

Little Daji obediently picked up the pot and refilled the cups for them.

Poor Fuxi, he was conceited as the brother of the saint Nuwa. He was a popular drinker and had never seen any good food.

But this was the first time he had seen such good benefits!

Even people in Nuwa Palace can only drink one cup of spiritual liquid tea in a year.

If Nuwa had not been entertaining guests, she would not have been able to make tea with the spirit liquid every day.

With such good benefits every day, just let him work as an employee at a toll station!

Fuxi drank the spiritual liquid tea with a sour heart and waited anxiously for the return of his tribe.

After waiting for ten days, there are less than two million people waiting to come back!

Among the two million people, more than half of them are disabled demon warriors, and they will be useless demons when they return home.

Fuxi fell to his knees like a mourning concubine: "God, this is going to destroy my Nuwa clan..."

One hundred million snake tribe elites, just come back for this little bit.

How will the Snake Clan gain a foothold in the heavenly realm in the future?

Fuxi and his group left in despair. The little fox smiled evilly and waved his paw at little Daji.

"Go, tell Xiao Liuzi to come over quickly, hehehehe..."

Little Daji nodded excitedly, climbed onto the wooden structure and hung a red lantern.

An hour later, Xiao Liuzi rushed over excitedly: "Grandma Grandma, Grandma Grandma, what's the big deal?"

The little fox happily patted his head: "Good thing, the Snake Clan has lost 100 million troops, please send someone to inform the family immediately!"

Xiao Liuzi's eyes suddenly lit up and he ran away without saying a word.

Time is money, and he wanted to notify his family as quickly as possible.

Whoever can occupy the Snake Clan's resources as soon as possible will be the biggest winner!

Xuanniao looked down upon him unhappily: "Bad little white, bad little white, be careful when Xinghe comes back to punish you!"

The little fox smiled and waved his paw at it: "How about a spiritual peach?"

"Ten, ten will do!"

"Two, at most two!"

"Nine, not even one less!"

…

The fox and the bird bargained for a long time, and finally settled with five spiritual peaches in exchange for the black bird not to tell the truth.

Fairy Sanxiao laughed so hard that she couldn't help but grab them and start stroking them.

These two living treasures are so cute!

In the heavenly court, Demon Emperor Taiyi smashed the table in anger, pointed at Fuxi and cursed.

"Wise man, you are still a wise man from the demon race, but you were defeated so miserably! The army of 100 million was almost completely wiped out, how can you still have the nerve to come back?"

Taiyi's eyes were red with anger, and he wished he could kill Fuxi with his own hands.

He was not angry at the heavy casualties suffered by the monster soldiers, but angry at Di Jiang's incompetence.

If you can't even kill Fuxi, do you still have the nerve to call yourself the boss of the Twelve Ancestral Witches?

Pooh!

If he had taken action himself, he would never have given Fuxi a chance to survive!

Fuxi could only complain: "Four ancestral witches attack at the same time, we really can't resist it..."

"shut up!"

Emperor Jun then angrily scolded him: "Fuxi, you are not called a fortune teller, why didn't you calculate the dangers of this battle?"

Fuxi was speechless and didn't know how to answer.

He is indeed a fortune teller, and he has indeed calculated the dangers of this battle.

But the result of divination is auspicious!

Why did he capture Yunmeng City and then suddenly become a big killer when he returned successfully?

Fuxi himself didn't understand the reason, so how could he explain it to everyone?

Demon Emperor Taiyi was even more furious and cursed Fu Xi for his incompetence: "If we expect you to predict good or bad luck, can our demon clan still win? You have deceived the world and stolen your reputation for so long, do you still have the nerve to say that you can't resist?"

The other demon saints looked at each other in confusion, and no one dared to say a word for Fuxi.

The trap he struck this time was too big, and a full 100 million demon soldiers died.

Even if the Yao family has a great cause, it cannot withstand this kind of death!

What's even more terrible is that his tried and tested divination technique failed unexpectedly.

Who would dare to go on an expedition with him in the future?

Fuxi, who lost his divination skills, also lost his original value.

Seeing the indifferent expressions of the demon saints, Donghuang Taiyi finally made up his mind.

"Fuxi, you caused our demon tribe to lose 100 million troops. According to the rules of heaven, you should be punished for this crime!"

As soon as these words came out, Fuxi was shocked.

The demon clan suffered heavy losses, but he didn’t deserve to die, right?

If the four ancestral witches take action at the same time, who will take action and not the whole army will be wiped out?
Chapter completed!