Chapter 262

Since the Lich War, the prehistoric world has once again fallen into a period of peaceful and peaceful development.

On this day, Li Ke and Nuwa came to the underworld together.

After nearly ten thousand years of evolution, the size of the Netherworld is basically the same as that of the prehistoric world.

But unlike the prehistoric land surrounded by fairy energy and abundant spiritual energy, the underworld seems dark and mysterious.

Along the way, the two of them walked in the void as if no one was around, looking at the countless unjust souls on the road to the underworld.

These unjust souls must walk with Huangquan until their resentment and evil spirits are eliminated.

But you should know that at the moment when these unjust souls die, those resentment and evil spirits merge into the spiritual souls of the creatures.

If you want to eliminate it, it means that every wronged soul has to go through skin removal and bone removal, and there is no need to say much about the pain.

Walking all the way to the Three Lives Stone, Li Ke stopped.

Facing the extremely ordinary Three Lives Stone, Li Ke put his hands on it curiously.

However, there was no picture on the Three Lives Stone.

Li Ke's expression was a little disappointed and a little rightful.

"The three lives stones cannot detect the existence above the quasi-saint."

A very gentle voice appeared behind the two.

"You two are not recreating on the vast land, so why do you come to my dark and sunless underworld? Fellow Daoist Wuliang? Fellow Daoist Nuwa?"

The person who comes is the calm mind after the body becomes reincarnation and the soul of Houtu is transformed into peace.

Behind Pingxin are the ten palaces of the Ten Palaces of Hell in dragon robes and tall and strong figures.

"Oh, Wuliang, if you have something to do, hurry up and say it. After that, we still have something to do!"

Facing the middle-aged man who was low but majestic, noble and steady, wearing a black dragon robe.

Li Ke and the others immediately understood that this person was Di Jiang.

And the other nine people must be the nine ancestor witches.

And in the perception of the two, the one who stayed on the stone bridge to distribute the medicine should be the ancestor Wu Xuanming.

Looking at the ten ancestral witches far away behind Pingxin, Nuwa's eyes were inevitably a little depressed.

This is the benefit of having a backer behind you.

The witch clan has the support of the authentic and authentic saint Houtu. Even if it self-destructs, the true spirit will be pulled into the underworld and resurrected by Houtu.

The demon clan emperor Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi who were killed were different. They could only sink into the long river of time and wait for the day of their birth in the future.

Even Fuxi is the case. Even if Nuwa is behind Fuxi, Nuwa's status is the most embarrassing among all the saints.

The three paths of heaven, earth and man, the human path Cangjie, the authentic path Houtu, and Nuwa?

She is a saint of heaven, but she is not a saint under heaven.

Nuwa created the human race, which is logically beneficial to humanity, but she can become a humanity saint, but she is not.

In addition, Nuwa originally controlled the Great Way of Life, but because of becoming a saint, it was forcibly converted into the Great Way of Creation, but the Heavenly Way does not allow anyone to forcibly create a new race.

It can be said that if Nuwa's cultivation had not been achieved through repairing the sky and promoting the merits of heaven's marriage, she would probably not have made any progress in the past tens of thousands of years.

Take the present for example. Although the witch clan was clearly the murderer who caused Fuxi to fall, Nuwa had to come and ask Houtu to give Fuxi a chance to reincarnate.

Of course, for Nuwa, these have long been the result of deduction.

"Brother," Houtu shook his head slightly at King Yama, then turned his head to look at Nuwa and said, "My fellow Taoist is here, I already know the purpose of my fellow Tao. However, you must know that the human way among the six realms cannot be used due to the limitations of the heavenly way, and the animal way is not suitable for him. Therefore, the only human way can make him reincarnate."

Looking at the remnant soul of Fuxi appearing in Nuwa's hands, Li Ke's expression was both expectant and helpless.

You should know that the fortunes of Nuwa and Fuxi are connected to each other. Once Fuxi's reincarnation in the human cycle, Fuxi's fortune will be included in the human race, which also means that the already broken connection between Nuwa and the human race will be sewn again.

Fortunately, humanity exists now, and with the strange consciousness of humanity, it will never tolerate a saint who is related to the way of heaven to pull out his own wool.

Therefore, Nuwa will have two choices at that time, either destroying her own holy foundation, falling into the holy realm, or cutting off the luck connected with Fuxi.

"Once you enter the human race, Fuxi will no longer be a monster, and he will be destined to be dead, so that's it." Nuwa's voice seemed a little hoarse.

Since Nuwa has made a decision, Houtu naturally has no intention of dissuading him.

After all, with the relationship between the two lichs, it would be better for Houtu to kill Fuxi.

Take the residual soul of Fuxi from Nuwa, Houtu took a serious look, then cut open the space and threw it into the six reincarnations opposite.

That casual look made Nuwa's teeth itchy.

"Since the matter of fellow Taoist Nuwa is over, please leave. Fellow Daoist Wuliang will wait for a while."

Hou Tu looked at Nuwa with a smile on his face, but there was an unquestionable tone in his words.

Seeing that Houtu really wanted to drive him away, Nuwa gritted her teeth and slapped her forehead with her jade hand. A purple gas floated out of Nuwa's body and then disappeared.

At the same time, Nuwa's aura began to fall wildly, and in just a moment it fell to the quasi-saint's initial realm, and even went back and forth between the late stage of Daluo Jinxian and the quasi-saint.

On the prehistoric land, bursts of red thunder gathered, and when the thunder sounded, it was blood rain, and a sadness emerged in the hearts of all living beings on the earth.

Seeing the blood oozing from Nuwa's mouth, she looked particularly embarrassed, Houtu looked surprised.

But Li Ke's expression was a little relieved.

"Since my brother is no longer a demon clan, I should naturally follow my brother's footsteps."

Nuwa just wiped the corners of her mouth and said in a cold tone.

Looking at Nuwa's somewhat desolate figure, Li Ke thought about it and pointed his fingers gently, and a trace of purple thought flashed away.

"Fellow Daoist is very capable, but he broke Nuwa's mood quietly."

"It seems that Nuwa should become a saint of the human race, right?"

(End of this chapter)
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