In Kunlun Mountains, Taishang nodded with relief as the center of gravity of the human race gradually began to shift.

Although he taught Fuxi was just a temporary measure. But at this time, Fuxi called him a teacher. If he performed too badly, his face would not be good.

But before he could be happy for a long time, Nuwa's message appeared in his ears. The Supreme Master suddenly said helplessly: "It's really amazing to have a saint sister!"

Since Fuxi's talent began to awaken, Nuwa has been urging Taishang from time to time.

If it weren’t for the matter of the human race, he owed Nuwa a great favor. Even if the price of Nuwa was so great, Taishang would not pay attention to it. It would really disturb people’s cultivation!

At this time, the humanistic spiritual light on Fuxi was already extremely strong, but it was still a little short of time. The Supreme Master closed his eyes and thought for a while, so he called Xuan Du in.

"Now there are wise men in the human race who are about to do merit, but there is still a lack of a spiritual treasure. If this happens, the human race will definitely be fully restored. You are also from the human race, so let's contribute to the human race!"

As soon as the Supreme Master finished speaking, Xuandu immediately bowed to the ground: "Xuandu thanked the Master for his grace on behalf of his clan members!"

Although Xuandu is indifferent to his nature, it does not mean that he does not care about the human race. Although he has entered the path of cultivation, he has never been able to save his tribe.

Master said that this is the human race's disaster. If a person who practices without authorization takes action, it will be harmful but not profitable. If the human race's fortune is disrupted, it will not be worth the loss.

Therefore, Xuandu sat in Kunlun Mountain for thousands of years. Until today, he finally had the opportunity to contribute to the human race.

"You go to Beiminghai to find the Kunpeng on this trip, and just said: What you have got is due to pay back! If he doesn't want to, you can wrap him with this Tai Chi diagram!" After saying that, Tai Shang turned the Tai Chi diagram into a scroll and sank it into the cuff of Xuandu.

Seeing this, Xuandu immediately bowed and replied, "Disciples will not let Master down!" Then he said goodbye and left.

After Xuandu came down from Kunlun Mountain, he headed north until he arrived at the North Sea, the extreme north. Taoist Kunpeng escaped from the Lich battlefield and stayed here.

Before the Lich decisive battle, no matter how Kunpeng guessed, he did not expect that it would end up with a death to the same end.

If he had known this, why would he have gotten involved? No, it was originally forced by Di Jun. Now he can get some interest with the River Map and Luoshu.

As the best innate spiritual treasure, Hetu and Luoshu are very good at deducing the secrets of heaven and setting up formations and breaking the formations. Kunpeng has really gained a lot of benefits through these years. Unfortunately, he has been unable to fully refine this treasure for a long time, and can only rely on the power of the soul to grind it bit by bit.

On this day, Kunpeng suddenly felt a palpitation in the Beiming Palace. He quickly closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, and his soul shone back into the void. But no matter how he investigated, he found no clues.

Even when he borrowed the Hetu Luoshu to deduce it, this still made him feel surprised and confused. After a long time, he still felt it was inappropriate and decided to retreat for a while before talking.

It can be said that after the Lich War, the former ancestor Kunpeng had become a frightened bird. He was afraid that Nuwa would take his anger on him because of Fuxi's death, and always felt that Houtu would take revenge in private.

He is the only one in the prehistoric world to be able to make the two saints talk about. Unfortunately, he can't bear such a blessing.

However, when he was about to set off, it was still too late. He heard a whisper suddenly coming from outside the Beiming Palace: "Where is Senior Kunpeng? Xuandu is here to visit, please show up!"

Kunpeng was shocked when he first heard this. However, he found that it was just a junior who came, and he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

He is a dignified demon master no matter how he is. He can't just be scared by a junior to escape! If it is spread, how can he have the face to gain a foothold in the prehistoric world?

Outside the Beiming Palace, Xuandu stood quietly on the glacier. After a while, he finally saw an old man in black robe with a sinister face slowly appearing outside the palace gate.

"Junior, what's the matter with me?" A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, "I'm just hungry. If I dare to come here to act wildly if I have nothing to do, don't blame me for being cruel!"

Xuandu said calmly with a calm expression when he heard this: "I am ordered by my master to tell you a sentence to my senior: You should pay back what you have taken!"

When Kunpeng heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank, his face was solemn, and he asked with some fear: "Which disciple are you?"

"My Master: The Supreme Moral Heavenly Lord!" Xuandu said calmly.

Kunpeng was shocked and was also a little unbelievable. It was understandable that Nuwa and Houtu came to him. He had never had any evil with Taishang, so why did Taishang come to him?

What kind of virtue is Kunpeng? He can be remembered by the three saints! When Kunpeng thinks of this Kunpeng, he can't help but feel a little crying.

But he still didn't give up. He asked dissatisfiedly: "I and the Supreme Saint have never taken the cause and effect. Why are you here to come to find me bad luck today?"

Xuan Du smiled faintly when he heard this, "If you take something you shouldn't have, it will be the same no matter who comes up!"

Seeing that this junior was so soft and hard, Kunpeng simply turned his mind and thrust upwards, turning into a big peng with wings covering the sky. When his wings spread out, he was about to disappear.

Seeing this, Xuandu gently waved to the sky. In a blink of an eye, a black and white picture scroll that seemed to be covering the heaven and earth, wrapped the big roc and entered it into the picture in a blink of an eye.

Xuan Du bowed to the scroll and thanked the treasure Yuanling. Then he put away the scroll with satisfaction, raised the clouds and rushed to Kunlun Mountain to report his life.

Kunpeng was also frustrated. It would be fine if he lost to others. But he was a quasi-saint and actually fell into the hands of a young Jinxian. Even if he had a great reputation in the past, he would have to be wiped out now!

And this is the horror of the saint era. There is no need for the saint to take action. Just the disciples and disciples can hold their spiritual treasures to suppress all dissatisfaction.

With the blessing of the saint's magic power, even a celestial immortal can easily activate the innate treasure, how can the sentient beings in the prehistoric world compare?

The era when all sages are ants have begun from now on!

And this is also why Li Canghai feels that he doesn’t have much time left for him.

He knew that as long as the nine saints were not yet full, the saints who were now arrogant would not attack the powerful people who left the last lecture that day.

Because they were unable to determine who had the opportunity to attain these last few holy thrones. But as long as two more saints were born, the holy throne would be perfect in the prehistoric world.

By then, this amulet will be invalid! He has really not had much time left!

In the Wuliang Palace, Li Canghai suddenly thought: The saints who have attained enlightenment have always kept the identity of that senior. I am afraid that they also want to mislead them, such powerful people who have not yet attained enlightenment!
Chapter completed!