The world of fairy sword.

Human world, Nanzhao Kingdom.

Nearly ten years have passed since Princess Zhao Ling'er was in seclusion, and the people of Nanzhao Kingdom are about to forget the existence of this princess.

Fortunately, a few years ago, Empress Wu gave birth to a little prince for the Witch King.

Many old ministers cried bitterly, and there were successors to the Nanzhao royal family!

Deep in the palace, there is a side palace where few people usually come.

In the side hall, Zhao Linger sat cross-legged.

There was a hazy light on her body, and she seemed to be bathed in the fairy light.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth floating all over the sky came from all directions, unconsciously attracted by her, like a firefly flying to the fire.

Her breath gradually condenses, with the essence.

In the sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhao Ling'er's soul was like an ordinary person. On the opposite side, there was a hazy figure with a human head and snake body, exuding a kind aura.

"Child, your growth rate is amazing!"

The hazy figure said to Zhao Ling'er, and there was a sense of heat hidden deep in her eyes.

"Are you the Nuwa?"

Looking at this sudden figure, Zhao Linger kept a little alert in her heart.

"Not bad, child, I am Nuwa, your ancestor!"

The figure nodded and replied.

"Ling'er pays homage to the Empress!"

Zhao Ling'er bowed and bowed: "Please ask the Empress to enter my sea of ​​consciousness by rashly, but do you have any instructions?"

Because I learned about the lives of the three innate gods from the Book of Destiny, I knew that this Nuwa was not as perfect as the legend.

Therefore, Zhao Ling'er not only did not obey her, but instead was secretly guarded.

"Child, your fate has changed a lot, breaking the fate of Nuwa's descendants, and Emperor Fuxi of Heaven also died because of you!"

"Can you tell me who was the sacred person who attacked Fuxi before?"

Looking at Zhao Linger's defense, Nuwa was a little helpless, but she still expressed her purpose.

Because she was expelled from the divine family by Emperor Fuxi, Nuwa gradually died of old age. Before she died, she used the secret technique and lived in the body of future generations, so as to escape the disaster.

Subsequently, with generations of descendants of Nuwa, they attempted to return to the disaster.

Fuxi also guessed this point, which made him unable to get along with Nuwa's descendants again and again, trying to kill her completely.

However, the fate of Zhao Ling'er, a descendant of Nuwa, was broken, and she was about to grow to the strength before she died.

Although I don’t know what method she used, Nuwa had to come out.

Otherwise, once Zhao Ling'er becomes an immortal, the residual soul hidden deep in Zhao Ling'er's soul will be discovered and even completely wiped out.

Instead of doing this, it’s better to come out by yourself and face it with the initiative.

"Do you want to meet the ancestor? Do you want to ask him to rebuild your body?"

Zhao Ling'er was stunned and asked back.

Although she was guarded against Nuwa, she was her ancestor, so she couldn't make up her mind.

"Human ancestor...the ancestor of the human race?"

Nuwa chewed these two words in her mouth, and an inexplicable meaning appeared in her eyes.

"The human ancestor comes from an extremely powerful world, and is the first human race created by the Saint Nuwa, and is the human ancestor!"

Zhao Ling'er said lightly: "The human ancestor has endless magic powers, immeasurable and vast magical powers, everywhere, everywhere!"

"Perhaps, when you show up, he already feels something and looks here!"

The purpose of her saying this was, first, to shock Nuwa, and second, to let Nuwa express her purpose completely.

"The other world...Nuwa Saint...The First Human Clan...Human Ancestor..."

Hearing Zhao Ling'er's words, Nuwa's eyes lit up significantly.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. If you have any purpose, just say it!"

Zhao Ling'er shook her head, not wanting to tease her down any more.

"Can you ask that ancestor to resurrect me and return to my sun?"

Nuwa pondered for a moment and asked.

"If it's just like this, then there's no need to bother the ancestor. After I become an immortal, I can step into the gate of the Great Way of Creation."

Zhao Ling'er thought for a while and said, "After stepping into the door of creation, it will be a matter of raising your hand for resurrection!"

There is no need to bother others if you can do anything.

"The way of creation is so magical?"

Nuwa asked in surprise.

I have to say that Nuwa, who was born in a small place, had limited knowledge and was shocked by what Zhao Linger said.

"If that's the case, then you can wait for a moment, and I will immediately survive the heavenly tribulation and become an immortal, and then I will resurrect you in one fell swoop."

Zhao Linger nodded and said.

Nuwa didn't say anything more and quietly retreated aside.

Zhao Linger's soul scribbling skills began to operate the "Immortal Creation Skill".

I saw that outside the body emitted a stronger suction force, and the spiritual energy in the sky was absorbed, and even formed a vacuum.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth from all directions poured backwards, and the sky became the shape of a huge funnel.

Such a magical scene attracted the attention of all practitioners in the human world.

"That's...Nanzhao Kingdom...is it the descendant of Nuwa?"

Someone walked out of the house, looked at the big funnel that ran through the sky and the earth in the southwest, and murmured to himself.

"Ling'er..."

Shushan, the sword saint Yin Ruozhuo looked at this scene and muttered.

This situation lasted for seven days.

On the eighth day, the big funnel suddenly disappeared, and a pressure came from the side hall, and slowly spread out.

It spreads outside and radiates to the entire Nanzhao Kingdom, the human world, and even the entire six realms.

Countless ancient existences were awakened and woke up from their sleep.

Investigate what happened.

No one knows where that pressure comes from. The monks in the human world guessed that the strength of the descendant of Nuwa might have been broken through.

A heavy pressure, like an ancient sacred mountain, pressed on the hearts of all living beings in the world of the Immortal Sword.

In the side hall.

Zhao Ling'er's figure gradually floated up, walked directly through the top of the hall, and appeared in the sky.

Her breath became stronger and stronger, as dazzling as the sun.

Suddenly, Zhao Ling'er opened her eyes and felt that the heavenly disaster was coming, and her body was like lightning, flying overseas.

It was like a horse training, pulling down a long white mark in the sky.

The East China Sea, the waves are surging, and the waves are surging in the sky.

The next moment, the sky, which was originally clear and clear, suddenly darkened. At some point, within a radius of thousands of miles, there were dark clouds and lightning flashing.

Just like the end of the world, shrouded by thunder clouds, the creatures in the sea frantically escaped from this sea area.

The dark clouds are getting thicker and the lightning is getting faster and faster.

After a while, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to have condensed to the top, and the dark clouds as deep as ink were stacked layer by layer, exuding a suffocating pressure.

In the dark clouds, it seemed like an eye was opened, as cold as a knife, as if it was about to chop the figure that had passed the tribulation below into ashes.

The next moment, a pillar of lightning as thick as a bucket fell straight down, at an extremely fast speed, and surrounded Zhao Ling'er in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!