The Three Princesses of Nezha

The moon in the sky casts silver light.

It was very quiet at night.

The gourd vine left behind glowed in the moonlight.

More of the power above comes from the luck of the human race.

As a newborn human race, with its own innate Taoism, it is different from the starting method of other races. The start of the human race is directly a lot higher, and it is no problem to make rapid progress.

However, in comparison, the lifespan of the human race is really short.

Just like a drop in the ocean, mayfly in the world.

Similar to the human race, it is actually the witch race, but the witch race does not have a soul, and is born with the power of the witch race. Compared with the human race, it seems that it is actually more suitable for this prehistoric land.

The tea leaves sink and float in the tea water.

The so-called tea ceremony, Lingzhuzi really can't taste anything.

But compared to Lingzhuzi, Ao Bing is very interested in this.

Lingzhu leaned on her chin, looking at Ao Bing who was covered in silver moonlight.

Compared with the noisy during the day, it is much quieter at night.

I saw here, the leaves were blown by the breeze, leaving a "rustling" sound. In the original corridor, there are lanterns hanging one by one. Still candlelight.

It feels a little brightly lit.

If you want to, it is not impossible to be like daytime.

Mana, you deserve it.

The original little sun, no pressure at all.

Of course, is it necessary to get this kind of thing at this moment?

The tea was poured into the cup made of celadon, and with the sound of water flowing, Ao Bing said softly, "What are you thinking about?"

Lingzhu tilted her head, her eyes were very focused, looking at the person in front of her, she was as far away as a mountain of independence, if she was drunk, she didn't know if it would be like a majestic jade mountain that was about to collapse.

Then he hurriedly said, "Eh... That's, that, um... The human race shouldn't be protected by gods after all, they have to live alone, and they are always in the enchantment. It's not a solution, I basically know, but After all, you must have actual combat experience, otherwise purely paper training is not very good, don’t you think?”

After Ling Zhuzi finished speaking solemnly, she glanced at Ao Bing's face by the way, and she didn't feel any other abnormalities.

As for just now?

I can't say...you look good.

At this moment, the scene in Ling Zhuzi's mind is lingering, and the distance is so close, it seems that he can only see the face made by the hands of the sky, the light blue eyes, like flowing shallow sea, and it can be rounded. It can be regarded as a wall dong.

Speaking of which, is this considered hooliganism?

Lingzhu thought.

After hearing Lingzhuzi's words, Ao Bing lowered his eyes, looked at the tea in the teacup that was gradually stabilizing, then handed the teacup to Lingzhuzi and said, "On Buzhou Mountain, it's actually not enough to pull out the strongest of the human race. If you catch a rabbit, if you rashly impose a ban on it, you will probably die."

Lingzhu took the teacup, and the moon in the sky was reflected in the teacup, as if she had taken over the moon.

"I know, but we have to be prepared. Even if they are the race created by Master, if they live alone on the prehistoric wilderness, they will not have any preferential treatment in the eyes of other races."

Let's not talk about other races, let's talk about the monster race. If we don't weave in the heavens, we haven't seen anyone relent in the internal fighting.

Of course, this is also normal.

The same is true for other races besides the Yaozu.

Even if it is an iron plate facing other ethnic groups, it is impossible to be all concentric internally. Such things as gaps are not unique to each ethnic group.

"so……"

"I decided to train the human race well!" Ling Zhuzi said with a serious face.Then he took a sip of the tea, and the bitter taste instantly filled the tip of his tongue, wandering back and forth in his mouth.

"..." Lingzhuzi.

Why is this tea so bitter? !

They all come from the same tea tree, why is there such a big difference? ? ?

Having already drank it, she couldn't spit it out again. After swallowing the tea, Lingzhu raised her hand and pulled off a handful of leaves.

Xiantian Tea Tree: ...What did I do wrong? !

"How to practice?" Ao Bing said, with a bad premonition in his heart.

"I have the practice technique passed down from my ancestors." Ling Zhuzi blinked and said. "My master, Empress Nuwa, gave me the ancestral unique knowledge, and I think I can pass it on."

Only then did Ao Bing know how Lingzhuzi's "unique knowledge" came about.

Nuwa, Emperor Wa, the Holy Mother of Human Race, as a famous power in the prehistoric, the second saint in the prehistoric.

It turned out to be a violent face-slapping master.

And I know how Lingzhuzi was taught by Nuwa back then.

Daily unilateral beatings, daily suffering.

Miserable in one word.

Of course, the ability to improve is really rapid.

After listening to Ling Zhuzi's words, Ao Bing tapped the stone table with his fingers, really not knowing what to say.

Although Ling Zhuzi said it very lightly, she was the only one who could understand how much suffering she had endured, so she sighed secretly, Ling Zhuzi raised her head and met her eyes.

Ao Bing looked at Lingzhu very intently in his blue eyes, as if she was the only one in those eyes.

Seeing this, Ling Zhuzi couldn't help but tremble.

It seems that it has always been like this, as if there is really only yourself to be seen there.

It also seemed that something very inexplicable came to my heart and couldn't get rid of it.

For a while, Lingzhuzi couldn't help but think of the various small theaters that Hongyun's brain hole came up with back then.

a long time.

Lingzhuzi looked at Ao Bing.

Four eyes facing each other.

Huntian Ling was still fluttering without wind, and her long black hair was bound by red silk. Now under the silver moonlight, it was a little softer. The hair on the temples fluttered slightly with the movements of the spirit beads, and her bright eyes flickered. Curling the corners of his mouth, he looked at Ao Bing and smiled, with smiles on his brows and eyes, and said, "I am Nuwa's apprentice, I should be strong."

Immediately, Lingzhu stood up, looked at Ao Bing very intently, and said with crooked eyebrows, "Do you want to see how I am?"

"If I win... I want to eat Zhenzhi stick. It looks delicious. I have been thinking about it for a long time."

"Really good?" Ao Bing asked without knowing why.

"It's...the one that looks like your weapon! I had this idea when I saw your two awesome weapons at that time." Ling Zhuzi looked at Ao Bing and said.

You know, the one she saw before she fell into a coma was so awesome, but she remembered it for a long time.

After being imprisoned in Qianyun Palace for so long, there was no way to put it into practice.

And now...

In the end, Ao Bing once again agreed to Lingzhuzi's request full of expectations, although he didn't quite understand the true knowledge that Lingzhuzi said.

But... it wasn't long before he knew.

The scenes are always strikingly similar.

but……

This time, there are conditions.

Not long after, Lingzhuzi finally got the true knowledge stick xN that he had been thinking of.

Absolutely exclusive edition.

It is almost the same as the large fake Zhenzhi stick.

However, the difference is that the former is cold iron.

The latter is real sugar.

There are everything from a full size Momo Stick to a normal sized Momo Stick.

One after another was placed in front of the Lingzhu.

In this regard, Ao Bing looked at his two horned hammers, put them in Ling Zhuzi's hands, and compared them carefully. On the surface, there was really no difference.

The next moment, Lingzhu took a bite out, leaving a tooth mark by the way.

Then Ao Bing was stuffed with the same horn [zhen] Ji [zhi] hammer [stick] by Lingzhu.

like……

Pretty sweet.

......

At this moment, the sleeping human race doesn't know it yet, and it has been clearly arranged.

Afterwards, the human race completely entered a life of dire straits.

Everyone in the human race: ...

What is qualitative improvement?

Probably this is called quality improvement.

Some things cannot be accomplished overnight.

Don't be afraid of being injured, Lingzhu has a hundred ways to achieve instant full blood, making it impossible to escape when injured, which is desperate.

For a time, most of the people in the human race were full of comrades-in-arms.

#Today, how many tricks can you survive? #

In this regard, Lingzhuzi expressed his satisfaction.

And understand what kind of mood Nuwa was in those days.

......

At this moment, in Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun looked at Nuwa expressionlessly.

Nuwa sat cross-legged on the futon.

Nuwa thoroughly "enjoyed" what is called high-end sage version 1v1 individual education.

Nuwa lowered her eyes and looked at the ground, her heart seemed to be bleeding.

Just regret, very regret, besides that, Nuwa remembered the words of Lingzhu by the way...

What kind of disciple did she accept?

Teammates in the same queue that were agreed upon did not exist at all.

Hongjun, who was sitting on the cloud bed above, exuded more air-conditioning, and the surrounding temperature abruptly dropped by a few degrees, and the entire Zixiao Palace was chilly.

Soul wandering?

impossible.

Ha ha.

Of course, Nuwa doesn't know at all at this moment. The people she created are living in dire straits just like her. If they knew it was possible, would it be a bit of comfort?

not sure.

......

300 years later, the human race changed another group of people. Ao Bing also tried to teach the human race how to cultivate, and he has achieved something until today, but... the life span has not increased at all.

It made Ao Bing a little more strange.

The final definition is that mana grows rapidly, but the realm cannot break through to the realm of the earth fairy, the time is too short after all.

Except for the one that was originally sampled directly from an adult.

He still looks Zhong Ling and handsome, and his face hasn't changed until today.

It can also be regarded as the first patriarch of the human race today.

And today's human race is not limited to the enchantment, it can already be regarded as "leaving the teacher".

Without protection, he can survive alone.

The human race on the mountain also aroused the interest of the Wu clan.

They look the same, but they are thin-skinned and tender, and they are all weak and ugly.

but……

It's fresh.

Of course, these are not the key points at the moment.

Nuwa has already left, besides Hongjun, the only saint, the saint of the demon clan.

Of course, Nuwa's coercion over the witch clan also felt the same.

If Nuwa goes to battle in person...

The witch clan is in danger!

In the Pangu Temple, the battle is already in full swing.

In a word!

beat!

To finish this battle with lightning speed, time waits for no one.

Leaving aside those in the heavens, on the prehistoric world, a great war is about to break out, with the intention of making a surprise attack to catch them off guard.

In the third month after Nuwa's sanctification, the three demon clans had already been wiped out.

Compared with the shots of the witch clan, the monster clan is also merciless.

No one is worthless to get to this point.

The defense is that the Wu Clan dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, or fights to the death.

Everything is imperative.

On this day, there were continuous sounds of "Boom——" on Buzhou Mountain.

Its sound was vibrating, as if it was thunder from the sky.

It also seems to be the end.

The Twelve Capitals of the Twelve Ancestral Witches appeared directly in the world for a while, not asking for a serious injury to the Yaozu's vitality, but to directly destroy the Yaozu with the current power.

Otherwise, no one may be able to afford that price.

The lich, after Nuwa became a saint, is now fighting thoroughly.

For the first time, the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation formed by hundreds of millions appeared in the prehistoric world together.

No one would have thought that Pangu could even be seen reappearing here!

For a time, Pangu's aura could be felt throughout the prehistoric world.

Even if they are now hidden from the world to play great powers, they all focus on the Lich Battlefield together at this moment.

"Father God Pangu?!" Chongmingniao exclaimed loudly, staring fixedly at the person who appeared in the middle of the battlefield in front of him.

"Impossible! That can't be Father God Pangu at all, it's just formed by the Wu Clan's own method." Fuxi frowned and said right away.

But everyone was astonished in their hearts, no one could have imagined that the Wu Clan was able to create Pangu's real body!

And the Wu Clan was equally astonished at this week's star formation.

Use the power of the stars in the sky for several purposes.

The power of hundreds of millions of monster clans gathered together, such an extraordinary move is really unique.

The starlight has turned into power, which is extremely powerful, but it is a little weaker than the Great Formation of the Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons.

Of course, no matter which of the two large formations at the moment is a nascent product, there are many loopholes.

Except for the monster clan who manipulated the Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation among the monster clan, the others were directly facing the other witch clan.

If you look at it from a distance, it may be an unusually beautiful picture.

Starlight gathered in the sky like a Milky Way, and a giant chopped down the monstrous stars.

It's just that no matter how beautiful it is, it's also full of blood.

"Di Jun, you Yaozu should die at this time!"

"Whether you die or not, it's not up to you! If you want to fight, fight! I want to see who will die today!" Hetu Luoshu is the eye of the formation, manipulating the big formation of stars in the sky.

As long as he drags on, he may win!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches can't last long!

Lingzhuzi and Ao Bing are protecting the human race together at this moment.

Thunder roared in the sky.

Its power makes people tremble.

Lingzhu looked at the giant in the sky, her mind seemed to be buzzing, and she couldn't help frowning.Logically speaking, the Lich War should not be fought at this time.

Could it be her butterfly wings flapping it?

No, no!

It shouldn't be like this.

That's right, the demon controls the sky, and the witch clan controls the ground!

The time has not yet matured, even if the Lich and the Demon Race are both defeated, it is impossible for the Human Race to take over, so this is the case!

For Lingzhuzi, the Lich War cannot be stopped.

Honghuang is so big, it is not easy to take the position of the protagonist of heaven and earth.

No one can just stop like this.

At the end of the day, that's one word, resource.

After all, it is still the same sentence, there is only one Honghuang.

No one will divide the Great Desolation into two.

How did the three clans die back then?

Everyone knows.

No one will do anything half-baked.

If the three clans were given a chance to return to that time, it would be nothing more than getting rid of such an outlier as Luo Hu.

The great hatred has fallen.

Everything has long been overwhelming.

Even Hongjun couldn't make today's Lich feel like a family, at most it was just a truce in accordance with the weather.

The facts are exactly as Lingzhuzi expected.

The full-channel broadcast from Hongjun arrived as scheduled.

Of course, there is also the magic power from the saint.

"For ten thousand years from now on, the demons will control the sky, and the witches will control the land, and there will be no disputes!"

Hongjun's voice was like thunder, shocking everyone present.

Pangu's real body has already dispersed. Compared with the demon clan, Di Jiang frowned and said loudly, "Tao ancestor! Will Nuwa participate in the affairs between the liches?!"

After saying a word, the people present gradually became quiet, as if they were all waiting for Hongjun's words.

If Hongjun had said yes, then perhaps the Yaozu would have won a decisive victory.

Inevitably, it will also greatly dampen the limelight of the Wu clan.

Hongjun then said, "No."

Then there was no more sound.

Hongjun's words gave the Wu clan a reassurance.

Now that this matter came in a hurry, everything would be much easier without the unknown Nuwa.

But for Hongjun.

Regardless of his status as the incarnation of the Dao of Heaven, or his status as Nuwa's master, Hongjun would not allow Nuwa to plunge headlong into the two clans of liches today.

It's okay not to be a saint.

After all, the two clans of lich are similar, even the karma that falls on the quasi-sage is just the karma of one clan.

Basically nothing.

Even if the killing is too heavy, most of it will be rewarded to the Yaozu in the end.

After all, the witch clan is the blood left by Pangu, and in the battle between the monster clan, it is for the position of the protagonist of heaven and earth, the only position.

The same is true for the Yaozu.

Essentially there is no difference.

Therefore, the two clans eventually became the three clans in the past.

You must know that if you are not a saint, you are an ant. This sentence is not strictly used.

Then if you directly invest in it as a saint and start killing, then everything will change drastically.

If you compare it, it is a general who has turned on Wushuang, and he is mowing wildly when he falls into the minions.

ennn...

The style is too beautiful.

......

On the ground at this moment, the Wu clan got a satisfactory answer.

In ten thousand years, we can better solve the loopholes in the Twelve Capitals' gods and gods, and make a patch or something.

Compared to the disappointment of Di Jun and others, Fuxi is in a good mood.

The authorities are not fascinated either.

Whether it's Di Jun, him, or someone else.

Since Nuwa can not get involved, that would be great.

As for the Lingzhu, Fuxi would never let her get involved.

It is also for this reason that thousands of years ago, it was suggested that Nuwa let Lingzhu go into seclusion with her and not come out.

That's good too, isn't it?

Fuxi looked at the sky and thought.

Then the Jiuxian disappeared instantly.

As for the human race, perhaps it should be changed to another place.

Otherwise, even with the protection of Ling Zhuzi and the third prince Ao Bing from the East China Sea, Chi Yu would be affected.

The Lich War is imperative.

But not today.

Time is a good thing.

Good stuff to patch.

It's just that Fuxi didn't go to the location of the human race in person at this time.

Speaking of which, isn't there still a tiger in Heaven?

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