In Fengqi Mountain, Nuwa brought back hundreds of foxes and transformed one fox into a boy.

The young man fell to the ground and knelt down: "Little Fox Tushan pays homage to the Nuwa Empress. Thank you very much for the mercy of the Nuwa Empress!"

On the side, Fuxi said with a smile: "Little sister, now I don't know where your title of Nuwa Empress has been spread?"

Nuwa smiled helplessly, "Brother, don't make fun of me."

Nuwa was dubbed the "Empress" because all souls in most of the northwest wilderness respected her.

Since Wu Ping, the ancestor of the Wu clan, established the Ancestral Witch Hall here, he led the witches to hunt down all spirits and feed the witches of the Wu clan who have not yet become heavenly witches with their flesh and blood.

The witches and witches under the witch clan and the celestial witches all need to feed on flesh and blood to survive.

The mysterious witches, elder witches, great witches, and even ancestral witches who are above the heavenly witches have long been separated from the food of flesh and blood. They only need to feed on the evil spirits of heaven and earth, and use the evil spirits as magic power to have extraordinary power!

But in fact, only the great witches and ancestral witches of the witch clan can truly get rid of their dependence on blood food.

Because all the power of the witch clan lies in the witch body, the essence and blood are the soul of the shaman body, and the flesh and blood are the shape of the shaman body. Only by neutralizing the evil spirits with all the spirits and flesh can it be complete.

Therefore, the witch clan looks at all spirits as food.

Countless creatures throughout the Northwest Wilderness were hunted and killed, and they all fled to Fengqi Mountain, where they received the compassionate protection of Nuwa, so she was honored as the Empress of Fengqi Mountain!

Nuwa said solemnly to Tushan: "The leader of your clan sacrificed his life to protect you. From now on, he will practice well in Fengqi Mountain and continue the clan. You are the leader of the white fox, so I hope you will proceed with caution."

Tu Shan bowed down again and said respectfully: "Thank you, Empress Nuwa, for your guidance."

"Go, Fengqi Mountain is huge, find a place to settle down."

When Tu Shan heard this, his eyes were filled with tears. The world is so vast that there is nowhere to call home. Empress Nuwa is willing to use the Taoist temple as a home for all beasts. Although she is powerful, she still has all the spirits in her heart.

Tushan led Baihu down to the top of Fengqi Mountain. When he entered his sight, he saw a gathering of beasts. There were no less than a hundred species of beasts from all over the world, all settled at the foot of Fengqi Mountain.

On the top of the mountain, Fuxi glanced at all the beasts and beasts at the bottom of the mountain. In his eyes, yin and yang turned into four images, and the four images separated into eight poles.

In his eight-pole perception, strands of vague luck rising from the heads of all the beasts under the mountain rose up to the sky, all connected in one place.

That place is the top of Fengqi Mountain, the increasingly prosperous statue of a human body with a snake tail and luck!

However, there is only one person with a human body and a snake tail, and that is Nuwa.

There is no image of Fuxi, not because it was born without it, but because it was scattered and supplemented by the female Yin image.

While Fuxi was lost in thought, Nuwa suddenly said: "They are finally here."

Fuxi raised his head and looked to the northwest.

Under the rising sun, a giant stands tall against the sky, tens of thousands of feet tall, and his feet span the earth for thousands of miles. The giant steps forward, and under his footsteps, the earth turns into a golden tide, just like a person leading the golden tide, trying to flood the mountains and rivers.

Directly in the north, heavy rain is blowing, strong winds are blowing, the wind combines with the rain, the water is soft with the wind, the wind rises, the clouds fly, the heavy rain falls, the fog is thick and frost, a giant rides on the wind like a dragon, moves the wind like a tiger, and a woman settles down

The land is thousands of miles long.

In the northeast, black mist covers the sky, the mountains and rivers are gloomy, the sky and the earth are obscured, the grass is withered, all beasts turn into bones, and life is extinct. A hobbling figure walks stiffly.

The faint blue ocean on Fengqi Mountain flows backwards for nine days, rushing with the wind, facing the northeast wind, joining the morning clouds and dusk rain from all directions, and a roar is like the roar of thousands of rivers, and the rivers are rushing.

Outside Fengqi Mountain, the terrifying vision of heaven and earth frightened all living beings. All beasts looked at the two figures standing on the top of the mountain to greet the world. That was their only hope in this great disaster.

A ray of sunlight fell from the sky and clouds, illuminating the top of Fengqi Mountain. In this apocalyptic era, that figure was neither a god nor an immortal.

That is their god! The god of faith!

There was a loud roar in the sky, and a giant looked down from the sky. The terrifying sound vibrated and hurt the eardrums of all animals.

"Fengqi Nuwa clan! How dare you prevent our clan from surviving and reproducing? How dare you destroy our shamans?"

Fuxi's face was as indifferent as water, and his warm smile had disappeared. He slowly walked back to the sycamore tree full of red leaves on the top of the mountain, sat down slowly, placed a guqin across his knees, and looked at Nuwa.

Nuwa chuckled lightly, facing the overwhelming witch power, and said with a smile: "If witches want to live, all spirits must die?"

Those who I destroy are all those who offend me."

In the death fog that filled the sky in the northeast, a hoarse and broken voice came: "Only death!"

The giant who stepped down from the northwest said coldly: "Great Neng, this is not the first time we have killed him."

In the heavy cold rain, the woman said in a cold voice: "Let's take action."

The sky is full of wind and rain, the golden tide rolls over the earth, the strange black mist rolls in, the water from the Nine Heavens pours down, and the power of the five witches envelopes Fengqi Mountain.

On the top of Fengqi Mountain, under the sycamore tree, when a fiery red leaf fell, Fuxi picked it with his finger, the strings vibrated, the mysterious sound was heard, and the neon lights appeared!

The red clouds are all over the sky, and the woman in red is holding two swords. The clouds are the army, the music is the armor, the sky is the formation, and the swords are the blades.

The dancing red sleeves cause the clouds and clouds in the sky to roll, the sword comes out of the sleeves, like a sword coming out of the clouds, the sound of Fuxi's harp shakes all directions, a phoenix turns into dancing with the clouds and clouds, and a shield of eight turns surrounds the phoenix and clouds, guarding the center and hanging down the sides.

All directions.

Nuwa's sword is as fast as lightning, and is a thousand times faster than lightning. The rise and fall of the sword is the end of life and death for an object. Where the sword shines, the golden tide rolls and stops, the wind and rain break like catkins, the ice breaks, and the weather changes.

Thousands, the black haze stops, the light of creation enters, the sound of the eight poles rises to the ninth level of the sky, and the vast ocean flows into the wilderness and is not as good as the phoenix.

Dongfang Jianmu, Qingling smiles at the intersection of wind and cloud, and is guarded by the Tengshe lineage. Nuwa, the great goddess who created the world, is destined to be extraordinary.

There is music on the top of Fengqi Mountain, and the sycamore leaves are as red as blood, reflecting the clouds and clouds in the sky, the sword and the light. Although the five ancestors in the northwest, east and west are close to Fengqi, they cannot destroy the place where Fengqi is.

Under the sycamore tree, Fuxi plays the harp, and in the ninth heaven, Nuwa dances with her sleeves.

The sound of playing the piano is the Baji Gua machine, and the dancing sleeves and clouds are the luck of the falling sword.

The sound of Fengqi's zither is exquisite to the ears, and the dance of the Nine Heavens is exquisite to the eyes.

A ray of civilized light in the ancient and solemn era, moving thoughts from all directions.

In the Southland, a man in golden robes sighed with emotion: "The great power can protect the wilderness. The great power can do anything! These two people really have unparalleled talents!"

In West Kunlun, the Queen Mother sitting upright on the throne of the Immortal King was slightly absent-minded.

The Blue Bird Fairy who was sitting down sighed: "This Nuwa really lives up to the honor of the "empress"!"

After Queen Mother Xi lost her mind for a moment, she said: "Although I have great power for a while, at this age, how can I compare with her wantonness of slashing through eight wastelands and staining the red clouds with blood?"

In Penglai, the East China Sea, Duke Dong looked solemn and said: "If these two people cannot be retained, the disaster will be huge. I am afraid that there will be another Donghuang Dao Master!"

On the Phoenix stage, Suzaku walked out and looked at the red flame phoenix tree. He felt sad for a moment. Although his mind moved, he had no choice but to do anything.

However, at this time, under the sycamore tree, the music played by Fuxi, the player playing the harp, suddenly changed. His mind was lost in the interlacing of the harp fingers, and the music and rhythm were all in his mind.

Fuxi's clear voice laughed leisurely, and his hearty and elegant voice spread all over the world.

"The phoenix comes back to its hometown like a phoenix, and travels around the world to seek its phoenix!"
Chapter completed!