Xuanyuan's dim eyes gradually brightened, as if he had returned to two thousand years ago.
He knelt by the Luoshui River, worshiped devoutly, and shouted Fuxi's name. For three days and three nights, he finally saw Fuxi's face in the Luoshui River.
"Shennong died of poisoning after tasting a hundred herbs. This news was released by me on my own initiative, not by Fuxi's instruction."
"Because of this incident, I was appreciated by Fuxi, cultivated by him, and became his lackey in the world."
Chonglou snorted coldly, "For your own selfish interests, you provoked hatred and caused millions of deaths and injuries to the strong men of the human race. Is it worth it?"
Xuanyuan paused for a moment beside Zhonglou, and smiled calmly: "Looking at the current prosperity of the human race, do you think it is worth it?"
Self-explanatory!
The lives of millions of strong men were exchanged for the prosperity of the ethnic group for thousands of years. Those heroes who sacrificed must have a smile on their face. Even if they knew it was a conspiracy, they would continue to fight.
After all, many races have no chance to change even if they want to.
In the face of the survival of the group, individual life and death are really cheap and almost priceless.
Xuanyuan continued to crawl forward and stopped beside Zixuan.
"Fuxi poured the fruits of the sacred tree into the soul to create a race of gods. The gods were rare in number but naturally powerful; Shen Nong poured essence and blood into the earth, stone, grass and trees to create a race of beasts (including unicorns and feathers). The race of beasts has many types and abilities; Nuwa created a race of beasts from earth.
Although a superior person has a beautiful body and is rich in wisdom, he is weak in strength, has a short life in love and life, and is at the end of all races.”
At this point, Xuanyuan sneered.
Nuwa is so stingy. All she has given to human beings are almost useless abilities. In order to protect themselves and strive for strength, there is nothing wrong with human beings embracing thicker thighs.
"If I hadn't bowed down to Fuxi and received the divine power and the Xuanyuan Sword from him, today the earth would be full of beasts, chasing humans for food, killing humans for fun, raising humans for wealth, and all the wives, children and grandchildren of humans would be used by the beasts.
Lewd pleasure.”
After saying that, Xuanyuan slowly crawled towards Xi Tong without looking at Zixuan.
When he arrived in front of Xi Tong, he coughed violently, his chest suddenly collapsed, blood flowed all over the floor, and his internal organs drooped and splashed on the ground.
Withstanding the full blow of the Xuanyuan Sword, his life was already cut off.
I don't know what made him persist until now.
Xuanyuan ignored his collapsed body and tried his best to sit up on the ground. He crossed his legs and sat down with Xi Tong to talk.
"I really want to kill you, and I will do whatever it takes to kill you. Even now, I still haven't given up on this idea!"
Xi Tong touched the hole in his chest and sneered, "It's a pity that you don't have a chance, and I can't give you another chance."
To be honest, Xi Tong really wanted to slap Xuanyuan to death, even if this old guy had no life left and no ability.
But Xi Tong could still feel the vague murderous aura in him.
The person sitting opposite seemed not to be a human being, but a beast with predatory instincts.
Xuanyuan looked at the sword-making furnace with fascination, and at the wonderful doors on the sword-making furnace that pointed directly to the avenue.
"If I have this sword, it is possible to revitalize the human race. Even if I fight against Fuxi, I will not be vain!"
Hearing this, everyone present changed their expressions.
No one expected that these words would come from the mouth of Fuxi's number one lackey.
Xuanyuan pinched the exposed organs and stuffed them back into his chest and abdomen, muttering quietly to himself.
"If you get one of the essence, energy, and spirit of Pangu, you can create the cornerstone of a powerful race; if you get one of them, you have the qualifications to compete with the heavens; if you get one of them, you have the capital to prosper the human race and compete in the world."
"Although you are a human being, you are recognized by the Nuwa tribe and the demon tribe. You have half of Pangu's essence, energy, and spirit. Coupled with the demon sword, even if you face Fuxi directly, you are not invincible."
Xi Tong was puzzled, "Your method of sowing dissension is too childish. I have no idea about the way of heaven, let alone harming the descendants of Nuwa and the Lord of the Demons."
But in my heart: I can't afford to offend, I can't afford to offend, I can't fight, I can't fight...
Also, what does it mean to get half of three? Your math... ahem, it must not have been taught by the physical education teacher.
At this time, Chonglou said slowly: "I have the purest Shennong blood flowing in my body, and nearly half of Pangu's essence is in me."
Xuanyuan nodded, "If you don't take it, Fuxi will not take it? If you don't fight, other races will not fight? In a world of great strife, how can there be any quiet time?"
Saying that, Xuanyuan glanced at Long Yang.
"Fuxi has already begun to create the second generation of gods, and Feipeng is proof of that."
God has no desires and desires, and lives forever.
Fei Peng is warlike and bloodthirsty, obsessed with fighting, just like the orcs.
After hearing what Xuanyuan said, Chonglou also came to his senses. No wonder he felt that Feipeng was different and even had the same taste as him.
It turns out that, just like himself, he also has the purest Pangu essence flowing in his body.
Obviously, Fuxi has not yet completely refined the essence of Pangu.
Feipeng is a failed experiment. Although it has strong combat power, its flaws are also very obvious.
But that was before, not now...
Xi Tong couldn't help but think of Tang Xuejian. If nothing unexpected happened, the sacred tree would bear two fruits at the same time next time. Perhaps, these two fruits were already mature.
History has changed, these two fruits must have been in the hands of Fuxi, and were made into the second generation of gods.
A second-generation protoss who is more powerful and perfect than Fei Peng, and they come two at a time.
Seeing the solemn look on Xi Tong's face, Xuanyuan smiled. However, he could only twitch the corner of his mouth reluctantly.
Xuanyuan's bloody hands placed something stained with blood on the ground.
"This is the result of my two thousand years of enlightenment - Fuxi gave me divine power, but not everyone can practice divine power."
Later, Xuanyuan said proudly: "This is the art of seeking immortality and asking for immortality. He cultivates swords, so let's call him the Sword Immortal."
"You can watch it. If it's useful, pass it on to the human race. If it's useless, you have a better way to practice it. It won't be a pity to abandon it."
Is this Tuogu?
However, Xi Tong did not dare to touch it.
The blood was sizzling, and I don't know if there was a curse or something.
Moreover, this old guy is very bad. He even attacked with ruthless tactics just now. I don’t believe him.
Xuanyuan didn't say anything more, but raised his head with difficulty and looked at the sword-making furnace in a daze.
"This sword will definitely surpass Xuanyuan and become the most powerful sword of our human race. It is my greatest honor to be able to die for this sword."
After saying that, Xuanyuan stood up little by little.
Although he failed many times, he still struggled to stand up.
With blood dripping and internal organs everywhere, Xuanyuan looked like a dying fish, gasping for breath but unable to breathe any air.
Xi Tong watched indifferently from beginning to end, secretly thinking that this cruel trick was a bit too much.
At this time, Chonglou grabbed Xuanyuan's shoulders, helped him up, and stood upright.
Xuanyuan looked at Chonglou helplessly and said weakly: "Help me..."
Chonglou punched Xuanyuan on the back.
He heard a sound like exploding beans coming from his body, his bones shattered, his muscles exploded, and the remaining strength in his body was forced out of his body.
Before Xi Tong could understand what was going on, Xuanyuan's blood and soul had already split into two streams and entered through the small holes at the top of the sword-making furnace.
this……
Were the minds of ancient people not normal?
It is an honor to die with a sword. No wonder it was so popular in ancient times for people to die with a sword and be buried with them.
But seeing the awe-inspiring expressions on Zixuan and Chonglou's faces, Xi Tong wisely closed his mouth.
Perhaps, this is the glory that only belongs to kings.
No wonder King of Glory is also called King of Pesticide, it is indeed very poisonous!
At the same time, the sword-making furnace that was constantly shaking as if boiling water slowly calmed down.
Sound, light, color, smell, and even the sense of existence suddenly disappeared.
Xi Tong clearly felt that everything related to the sword-making furnace was shrinking crazily, restrained, shrinking to the extreme, restrained to the limit.
It's like a singularity.
The gate of all wonders suddenly became bright, and suddenly increased ten times in size, and the mysterious and mysterious power of heaven seemed to be real.
Countless twisted tadpoles poured down and submerged into the sword-forging furnace, imprinting the unique mark of heaven on the sword-making furnace, and even went deep into the sword-making furnace to bless the magic sword.
Xi Tong cursed.
Is this a tadpole heavenly book or a tadpole heavenly defeat?