With Fuxi's caution in such a place and such an environment, it is impossible for others to live in a place where he sleeps, especially if he must have expected that he would be seriously injured, let alone a maggot.

Combined with the expression of the Three-foot Sword and the appearance of the Three-foot Stone, Chen Weiming could infer that this maggot is inseparable from the Three-foot Sword.

"I...I..."

The Three-Foot Sword stuttered a few times at first sight, not knowing what to say.

Chen Pan nodded to him seriously: "Although the three-foot maggot looks are not very good because of their psychological effects, I still have to say objectively, I am very lucky to be white and fat. I send it there, maybe A Xuan will forgive you."

"Shut up!"

The Sanchi Sword snorted, and did not say much, and directly activated the magical powers to condense white light.

Sure enough, the maggot was looking at the few people with great caution, quite guarded. But after taking a look at the white light, his whole body stiffened, and he stared at the white light like a stone demon, motionless.

After a while, it was exactly the same. The body cracked, absorbed and melted, and turned into a three-foot sword. He nodded and roared, and flew into the body of the three-foot sword.

I don’t know what kind of life experience Sanchimao had, but Chen Weiming could clearly see Sanchijian’s face froze for a moment, then he returned to normal, and smiled slightly: “It’s very good, a life I’ve never seen.”

"Of course!" Chen Pan also nodded and smiled: "But your face was obviously stiff just now. Why? Have you ever eaten a snake? Tianyu pulled it?"

The Sanqi sword pointed at Chen Pan's forehead: "Tell me the three-foot maggot again, and I will let you taste the five senses deprivation."

"I won't say it anymore!" Chen Pan laughed, as if he liked the look of Sanchi Jian being defeated.

When the Sanfoot Sword was about to enter the passage, Chen Pan suddenly said to Chen Weiming: "Be careful when walking in the future, don't step on things randomly. If you accidentally step on the Sanfoot Grass, Sanfoot Snakes, and Sanfoot Defecation, it will be bad!"

Chen Weiming: “…”

The Sanchi Sword took a deep breath, and finally didn't turn his head and said anything. He walked in directly, and used his true energy to roll Chen Weiming in.

After crossing that passage, Chen Weiming finally knew why the Three-foot sword called this Abyss of Time. Every light in front of him was the light of time, and every bit of energy was assimilated by the Dao pattern of time, as if it had become an abyss, and countless powers of time were roaring and roaring inside.

If you are not strong enough and don’t pay attention, you will enter the turbulence of time and the consequences will be unimaginable.

Chen Weiming activated the Eye of Breaking the Delusion and Preserving the Truth to Look carefully. Through countless turbulent flows, it seemed to be traveling through the fog. In the deepest part of the turbulent flow, there were eight huge stone tablets with similar but different runes painted on them, guiding all the power of time here.

A figure was seen in the middle of the eight stone tablets.

He looks half a man and half a snake, his body is straight and stiff, as if he is dead, but he can still see the power of life in his body, which is extremely surging. Even if he doesn't know his identity, he can infer that this must be an extremely powerful man, which is comparable to ordinary practitioners.

It was Fuxi... Chen Weiming suddenly felt inexplicably excited. Some people called him the ancestor of this human race, and some called him the king of humans.

In the history of the human race, his status is irreplaceable, and his influence is unparalleled. Even Pangu, who is the so-called pioneering world, is slightly inferior.

Unlike Sanchi Jian and Chen Pan who saw Fuxi's indifference, Chen Weiming was excited. What he saw was a person who could be called the father of the human race, and he could not control his admiration in his heart.

Perhaps, this is also the biggest difference between me and Chen Pan. I thought so in my heart and sighed a lot.

After watching the Sanqi sword casually for a moment, he shook his head and said, "It seems that it has not recovered yet! Do you want to wake him up!"

"No!" Gu Zhou suddenly rushed out again and shook his head repeatedly. In his opinion, the Three-Foot Sword had a sense of bad intentions while talking and joking.

Chen Pan also shook his head with a serious face: "Let him recover himself, I feel that he should have reached a very important period. He will be resurrected from death, see through life and death, see through good and evil, and see through many external phenomena in the world. He is no longer the heaven of the past, he is Fuxi, who guides all sentient beings in the world."

"Now there is no longer any suppression of the Dao pattern of fate. If he is lucky, he may become the first extreme monk to achieve enlightenment through time... I have this premonition."

Chen Weiming secretly glanced at Gu Zhou beside him and found that his face was calm and his eyes were full of joy.

It's a good attitude. If someone else sees his brother who comes from the same family, he is at a level that is better than him than him and can be considered two levels, he will inevitably feel sore. Maybe his face is still joyful, but his eyes are unlikely to be concealed.

But the ancient universe was not at all, but it was probably because of this lack of competition that he was left behind by Fuxi.

"Just leave like this?" Sanchi Jian frowned, as if he was reluctant: "If he doesn't move, he always feels at a disadvantage."

After looking at it again, my eyes suddenly lit up and I laughed: "You have to get something to leave!"

Before the ancient world could speak out to dissuade him, it turned into a stream of light like diving, and threw it into the abyss of time, and rushed directly into Fuxi's body.

"This guy!"

Chen Pan also frowned. At this time, Fuxi was in a very delicate period. He broke and then stood up. Once he succeeded, he would be a qualitative leap. If he was not careful about the Three-Foot Sword, he would probably have to practice bad people.

Fortunately, the worry did not happen. After a moment, the three-foot sword turned into a stream of light and soared into the sky and flew back. From the past to the return, it did not cause any turmoil here.

It is impossible not to say that even if you are as powerful as Fuxi, you are indeed not as good as the number one person in the world...at least you cannot compare with it now.

"They once said that these should be yours and helped you get them back!"

The Sanfoot Sword laughed and threw two things to Chen Weiming, a tripod and a piano.

"This is for you too, it's useless for me to hold it!"

With another stroke of his hand, he threw the Nuwa Stone to Chen Weiming again.

Three of the ten innate treasures... Chen Weiming was stunned for a moment and never thought that he would get it like this. After careful calculation, he eliminated the Tianmen Blood Bell that no longer existed, and he had already collected all the ten innate treasures.

Chen Pan heard other meanings and looked at him with a puzzled look: "Why do I feel like you are going to explain something?"

Sanchi Jian nodded: "I want to find my soul. Except for these two, the others scattered around the world will inevitably be very dangerous, so... we have to separate for the time being!"

That serious look was extremely serious, but Chen Pan immediately made him lose his power with just one word.
Chapter completed!