In the prehistoric times, vicious plots were frequent, the ancestor witch advised me to calm down

Seeing Nuwa using her killing move, Guchuan immediately shouted loudly:

"Junior Guchuan, please ask the ancestor of the Styx to take action!"

The moment Guchuan said this, an extremely surging murderous aura rose from all directions, and endless karmic fire surrounded the thirty-three heavens.

A huge red lotus platform was suspended above the thirty-third heaven.

An old man wearing a blood-red Taoist robe and carrying two swords on his back sat cross-legged on a lotus platform.

This is the ancestor of the Styx, who holds the Twelve-Rank Karma Fire Red Lotus, the Avici Yuantu Sword and many other top-grade innate spiritual treasures. He is known as the Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood whose blood never dries up and the Styx is immortal!

"Styx? What are you doing here?"

Nuwa looked at the ancestor of the Styx who suddenly appeared, and frowned slightly. The Styx was also in the late quasi-saint stage, and there were also the Twelve-Rank Karma Fire Red Lotus and Avici Yuantu. If they really fought, she might not be their opponent.

Hearing Nuwa's words, Minghe smiled and said:

"Ancestor, I heard that Daoist Nuwa has a wisp of Hongmeng purple energy in his hand, so I came to borrow it."

As soon as these words were spoken, Nuwa's face suddenly darkened. Is there any use of this term for Hongmeng Purple Qi?

"Fellow Daoist, please don't talk nonsense."

Nuwa's face gradually turned cold.

But Minghe didn't care about that. He pulled out Avici Yuantu and chopped it at Nuwa's face.

He is a man of killing, not talking. He prefers to chop people directly rather than reasoning.

"Oh!"

Nuwa raised her hand to knock away the sword energy from the Styx and said with a cold face:

"Fellow Daoist, I am a disciple of Daozu, please don't make mistakes."

Unexpectedly, Minghe laughed loudly and said:

"So what? I created the Way of Killing. I kill the heavens, the earth, and all living things. Nothing in this vast expanse of land, heaven, and earth, can escape being killed! What does a mere disciple of the Daoist Patriarch count for?"

After Minghe finished speaking, he stepped on the red lotus of karma fire and rushed towards Nuwa.

"madman!"

Nuwa spat, then threw out a red ball.

For a while, the two quasi-saints were fighting hard in the sky above the thirty-third heaven.

Fuxi wanted to help, but he was too seriously injured to move.

"Furukawa, is this the backup plan you mentioned?"

Houyi lay beside Guchuan and asked in a daze.

Furukawa stretched, changed his position, and explained:

"Yes."

Hearing Gu Chuan's words, Xing Tian beside him couldn't help but ask:

"My Wu Clan has never had anything to do with the Blood Sea. Why would the Styx Patriarch suddenly want to help us?"

Furukawa glanced at the terrifying battlefield in the sky, then said with a smile:

"Because of the Hongmeng Purple Qi."

"Now, apart from the one in our Wu clan's hands, there are a total of six known strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi."

Three of them are in the hands of the Three Pure Ones. The Three Pure Ones have always been of the same blood, and all three of them are powerful late-stage Quasi-Sages, so naturally no one dares to covet them."

"The other two strands are in the hands of Zhunti and Jieyin in the west. Zhunti's cultivation is slightly lower, only in the middle stage of Quasi-Saint, while Jieyin is also in the late stage of Quasi-Saint."

"These two are like the Three Pure Ones, inseparable from each other. They are also ascetics, so it is difficult to find them."

"So only Nuwa is left."

After listening to what Guchuan said, Hou Yi was still puzzled and asked:

"But I still don't know what you talked about with Patriarch Minghe, and why he is willing to help us."

"Moreover, Fuxi's strength is no less than Zhunti's. The strength of the Nuwa siblings is actually about the same as Zhunti Jieyin's."

"Nothing, just analyzing the pros and cons."

Furukawa smiled, and seeing that Houyi and the others still didn't understand, he had no choice but to explain:

"I told Minghe at the time that we were going to attack the Demon Court. Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi and other main forces of the Demon Court would be expelled. When the Demon Court fell, the demons would definitely ask Fuxi for help."

"After all, Fuxi is a demon no matter what, and he has a kind heart. Seeing his compatriots being slaughtered, he would definitely take action. At that time, the only demon who could stop us and had the strength to do so was Fuxi."

"You saw what happened next. We crippled Fuxi. Without Fuxi's help, Nuwa became the weakest among the holders of Hongmeng Purple Qi."

As Furukawa told the story, Houyi and others suddenly understood.

After hearing what Furukawa said, everyone present looked at Furukawa with admiration. They were very curious. They were all from the same witch clan, so what was wrong with Furukawa's brain?

Fuxi, who was sitting in the distance recuperating from his injuries, also heard what Guchuan said.

"The young are truly formidable. How long has it been? The Wu Clan has already produced such an outstanding descendant. Alas! I am old after all."

“Maybe it’s time to make some changes.”

Fuxi was thinking about the words "reincarnation and reconstruction" that he had seen when he asked Di Jun to borrow the River Map and Luo Shu to deduce his future destiny.

And Fuxi was willing to come and help this time in order to repay Di Jun's favor.

Then, Fuxi looked up and saw Nuwa, who was already at a disadvantage. Her face suddenly changed and she began to recover from her injuries at a faster speed.

While Fuxi was recuperating, Guchuan and others arranged for the Wu army to retreat.

After a while, the witch army withdrew, leaving only a few great witches like Guchuan at the scene.

"Let's go too."

Guchuan stood up with the help of a Wu clan soldier and prepared to leave. As for the battle between Minghe and Nuwa, it was none of their business. The purpose of this trip to destroy the Demon Court had been achieved.

When fighting a war, you have to know when to advance and retreat, and not be blindly greedy. Otherwise, you might attract some hidden powerful person to take action.

If another quasi-saint really comes, Guchuan will really have no way to deal with it. He is not the omniscient and omnipotent Heavenly Dao, and it is impossible for him to calculate every step.

At this moment, Fuxi's voice suddenly sounded:

"Don't leave so hastily, my friend. I have something to discuss with you."

When Guchuan heard Fuxi's words, his face changed. Could it be that Fuxi's injury was healed?

Just as Furukawa was about to see what was going on, a loud noise suddenly came from the direction of Beihai.

The entire prehistoric earth was shaken, the space cracks opened wider, and the speed at which the world's fetal membrane healed could no longer keep up with the speed of its breaking.

Countless powerful people in the prehistoric times woke up from their retreat. The battle between the wizards and the liches was too intense.

At this moment, Furukawa suddenly felt dizzy.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the tribe.

Furukawa tried to contact Houyi with his magic weapon and found that he had also returned to his tribe.

"Has everyone been transferred away?"

Furukawa muttered to himself, then looked up in the direction of the North Sea. The time and space that had been shattered by the war had returned to its original state.

Obviously, the ancient witches and Emperor Jun and his companions were also transferred away.

Just as Gu Chuan was stunned, an extremely majestic voice resounded throughout the entire prehistoric world:

"From now on, demons will rule the heavens, and witches will rule the earth. For ten thousand years, Quasi-Saints are not allowed to take action in the Primordial World. If there is a conflict, they can go to the Heaven Beyond Heaven to fight."

This is Hongjun's voice.

The moment this voice sounded, the expressions of many people in the prehistoric world changed. Some cursed, some fell into deep thought, and some were curious.

But more creatures had joy on their faces. These powerful masters were too terrifying. It was the best thing that they were restricted now. In the future, they would no longer have to worry about being affected by the aftermath of the battles between the powerful masters.

After listening to this, Guchuan didn't think too much about it. He was a Daluo Jinxian and was not affected.

At this moment, the system prompt sound suddenly sounded.

Furukawa suddenly became energetic and calculated the reward.