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One thing, son-in-law said wrong ...

Xuanyuan's dim eyes gradually brightened, as if back to two thousand years ago.

He knelt on the shore of Luoshui, bowed reverently, shouted the name of Fuxi, and for three days and three nights, finally saw Fuxi's face in Luoshui.

"Shennong died of poisoning by the taste of Baicao. The news was released by me, not by Fuxi."

"Because of this, I got Fu Xi's appreciation and was trained by him to become his running dog in the world."

Chonglou gave a cold snorting, "You are for your own selfishness, and you can't stand the flames to attract hatred. It will cause millions of human races to be killed or injured. Is it worth it?"

Xuanyuan paused at the side of Zhonglou, and smiled lightly: "Looking at the prosperity of the human race today, do you think it is worth it?"

It goes without saying!

In exchange for the life of a million strong people for thousands of years of prosperity, those sacrifice heroes must laugh at Jiuquan. Even if they knew it was a conspiracy, they would go on and on.

After all, many races have no chance to change.

In the face of ethnic survival, the life and death of an individual is really cheap to almost priceless.

Xuanyuan continued to walk forward and stopped beside Zi Xuan.

"Fuxi infused the Yuanshen to create the protoss with the fruit of the **** tree. The number of the protoss was scarce but naturally powerful; Shennong infused the earth with stones and plants to create the beasts (including the horns and down). Outstanding people, although beautiful in shape and full of wisdom, but weak in strength, weak in love and long in life, the end of the races. "

With that said, Xuanyuan laughed.

The son-in-law, He Qiluan, gives humanity almost useless capabilities. What is wrong for human beings to hold thicker thighs for self-preservation and strength.

"If I had not surrendered to Fu Xi's knees, I would be able to impart divine power and Xuanyuan Sword. Today, the earth is beasts running, racing to chase humans for food, killing humans for pleasure, raising humans for wealth, and wives and women grandchildren. Sexual pleasure. "

After speaking, Xuanyuan didn't look at Zi Xuan, and slowly crawled towards Xi Tong.

When he arrived in front of Xi Tong, he coughed a few times, his chest collapsed, blood ran down, his internal organs were pulled down and spilled on the ground.

With a full blow from Xuanyuan Sword, his vitality has long since ceased.

I do not know what it is, let him insist that he has not died yet.

Xuanyuan ignored the broken body and tried to sit up on the ground, legs crossed, and sat down with Xi Tong.

"I want to kill you. I will kill you by all means. Even now, I still have not given up!"

Xi Tong touched the hole in his chest, hehe sneered, "Unfortunately, you have no chance, and I can't give you another chance."

To be honest, Xi Tong wanted to slap Xuanyuan to death, even if the old guy had no vitality and lost his ability.

But Xi Tong could still feel the murderousness on him.

Sitting opposite seemed not human, but a beast with a predatory instinct.

Xuanyuan looked obsessively at the Forge Sword Furnace, and looked at the gates of the magic on the Forge Sword Furnace.

"With this sword, it is hopeful to revitalize the human race, even if it is against Fuxi, I am not vain!"

Hearing this, all the people present changed.

No one expected that this would be said from Fu Xi's number one running dog.

Xuanyuan squeezed the exposed organs back into his chest and abdomen, whispering to himself.

"One of Pangu's essence, qi, and **** can create the foundation of a strong race; if one is obtained, it has the qualifications to compete in the Tao of Heaven; if one is obtained, it is the prosperity of the human race and the capital of the world."

"Although you are a human, you have the recognition of Nu Wa and Demon. Pangu's essence, qi, and **** are half of them. In addition, with the magic sword, even if you face Fuxi, it is invincible."

Xi Tong wondered, "You're such a provocative wrist that is too naive. I don't have any idea of ​​the heavenly way, let alone damaging the descendants of the son-in-law and the respect of the demons."

But in my heart: I ca n’t afford it, I ca n’t beat it ...

What's more, what do you mean by half? Your math ... Keke, it must not be taught by a physical education teacher.

At this time, Chonglou slowly said: "I have the purest Shennong blood flowing on me, almost half of Pangu's essence is on me."

Xuanyuan nodded, "If you don't take it, Fuxi will still take it? If you don't fight, other races won't fight? In a world of great contention, how can there be a good time?"

Said, Xuanyuan glanced at Longyang.

"Fu Xi has begun to produce the second-generation protoss, and the flying canopy is proof."

God has no desire, no need, and lives forever.

The poncho is combative and addictive, obsessed with fighting, and is no different from the orcs.

Hearing Xuanyuan said that Chonglou also came to his senses, no wonder he felt Feipeng was different and even matched his own spleen and stomach.

It turned out that, like himself, the purest Pangu essence flowed on him.

Obviously, Fuxi has not fully refined the essence of Pangu.

The flying canopy is a failed test. At the same time, the combat power is strong, and the defects are also obvious.

But that was before, not now ...

Xi Tong couldn't help thinking of Tang Xuejian. If nothing unexpected happened, Shenshu will produce two fruits at the same time next time. Perhaps, the pair of fruits has matured.

History has changed, these two fruits must have arrived in Fuxi's hands, and were made into the second generation of protoss.

Stronger and more perfect second-generation protoss than Feipeng, and two at a time.

Xuanyuan smiled when he saw the solemn look on Xi Tong's face. However, he could only narrow his mouth.

Xuanyuan's **** hand placed something **** on the ground.

"This is the result of my two thousand years of enlightenment-Fuxi granted me divine power, but not everyone can practice divine power."

Then Xuanyuan proudly said, "This is the art of seeking immortality. If you repair a sword, call it a sword fairy."

"You can make a lot of sense. If it is useful, it will be passed on to the people. If it is useless, you have a better practice. It is not a pity to abandon it."

Is this, Tugu?

However, Xi Tong dare not touch.

The blood is nourishing, and the ghost knows if there is any curse.

Moreover, the old guy was so bad that he was attacked just now and believed him to be a ghost.

Xuanyuan didn't say much, but raised his head arduously and looked at the Forge Sword Furrow idiotly.

"This sword will surely surpass Xuanyuan and become my nation's most powerful sword. It is my greatest honor to be able to do this sword."

After speaking, Xuanyuan stood up a little.

Although he failed many times, he still struggled to stand up.

Blood was dripping, the internal organs were everywhere, and Xuanyuan was like a dying fish, breathing heavily with mouthfuls ~ www.readwn.com ~ but not breathing a little bit of air.

Xi Tong watched indifferently from beginning to end, secretly in his heart, this bitter scheme is a bit excessive.

At this time, Chonglou grabbed Xuanyuan's shoulder and lifted him upright.

Xuanyuan looked weakly at Zhonglou, and said weakly, "Help me ..."

Zhong Lou punched him and smashed on Xuanyuan's back.

He only heard the sound of a burst of beans in his body, his bones shattered and his muscles exploded, and the force remaining in his body was forced out of his body by a brain.

Before Xi Tong understood what was going on, Xuanyuan's blood and soul had been divided into two parts, which were submerged from the small holes on the top of the sword furnace.

This……

Are the ancients' brains abnormal?

Swords turned out to be glory. No wonder the ancient people's puppets and funerals were so popular.

But seeing the respectful expression on Zi Xuan and Chonglou's faces, Xi Tong closed his mouth wisely.

Perhaps this is the glory that belongs to the king.

No wonder King Glory is also called King Pesticide, it is really very poisonous!

At the same time, the continuous swinging of the sword-making furnace, which seemed to boil, slowly subsided.

Sound, light, smell, and even presence disappeared.

Xi Tong clearly felt that everything related to the casting of the sword furnace was shrinking and restrained, shrinking to the extreme and restraining to the limit.

As if singularity.

The gates of all mysteries suddenly became bright and suddenly increased tenfold, and the heavenly power of Xuanzhi and Xuanzhi seemed to be substantial.

Countless twists and turns of the small maggot poured down, submerged into the casting sword furnace, imprinted the unique heavenly mark on the casting sword furnace, and even deeper into the casting sword furnace, blessing the magic sword.

Xi Tong cursed.

Is this Nima a heavenly book or a heavenly lose?

Such a mark of heaven, Lao Tzu!

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