Chapter 283

The void was fixed, and a hundred golden crows stagnated in the sky.

Nu Wa Saint looked at the crowd lightly, and then his eyes stayed on emperor Fuxi.

"Big brother? What's going on? Why did you become a Terran?"

This Nu Wa Saint from other worlds has no idea what happened.

In her world, Fu Xi is still a demon and his brother!

But now, the other party is actually the emperor of the Terran. He has humanitarian luck. Even saints dare not fight against him.

Nu Wa glanced around. She suddenly found that there were many things in this world that shocked her.

"You're wrong!" emperor Fuxi looked complex. Although Nuwa came from the projection world, it was somehow the projection of Nuwa saints. If you want to kill them, they can't be killed.

"Eastern Emperor Taiyi, why are there so many Jinwu on the fire mulberry?"

Seeing that no one answered the questions raised by him, Nu Wa directly called his Taoist name and asked the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

The Eastern Emperor shook his head. He was too lazy to explain.

Boom!

In the other direction, heaven and earth collapsed, and the picture of mountains and rivers suddenly appeared in the high sky.

Then the two figures began to fight.

"It's Nu Wa again!" when the Tathagata saw this, he shook his head, smashed the seal set by the saint Nu Wa, and put all the gold and black into his bag.

"You play, I have to find some other big day Tathagata!"

With that, his figure flickered one after another and appeared in another land of Buddha's light.

"What should I do? No matter what it is, they are all overlapping. Except that there is no problem for the people of heaven and earth and the emperor Jun of the East, the other saints have completely killed their red eyes!"

Emperor Fuxi looked at the Tathagata who had left and said to the Nu Wa saint in the sky, "you'd better ask for more blessings!"

He glanced at the direction of casting the holy sky. I'm afraid Nu Wa, who cast the holy sky, had noticed it long ago.

Although they are all saints, the projected world has not experienced the transformation of the cast temple. Even if they are strong, they may not be the enemies of the saints of the original world.

Fuxi disappeared, and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Dijun left with landing pressure.

They don't want to shoot Nu Wa, who projects the world. After all, if they do, they can't get anything.

Zun said that only when you kill the projection that is homologous with yourself can you meet the conditions.

"That is, we may not find our own projection?"

Dijun looked unwilling, and the shadow of Yunxia jar filled their minds.

They are looking forward to what they and others can draw from it.

"Probably because we were resurrected, there was no projection?"

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi said.

"Impossible, even if we are resurrected, the world where the Lich war has not begun should have our projection!"

"Moreover, there are zuwu. Now Luo Yu has appeared. It is impossible not to have us in another world!"

Dijun and the Eastern Emperor stood in front of the gate of the holy heaven, constantly thinking.

"How did you two come back?" the sage of Houtu appeared here.

She is going to the land of the six samsara. I'm afraid there is a lot of backland there.

"Sage of Houtu, I have a question to ask!" the Eastern Emperor took a breath. Although this man was once their enemy, the racial contradiction between the two sides has weakened a lot after the disaster of the devil.

After all, even the Eastern Emperor was extracted from the Taixu roulette!

"Ask!" Houtu's expression was quiet and didn't show any strange expression at all.

Taiyi and Dijun were relieved. The twelve ancestors of the witch family were all saints. If they were watched by them, they would have no good fruit to eat.

Fortunately, the other party didn't care.

"Well, the sage of Houtu, I want to know if there is a projection of the witch family in the current famine?"

"Of course!"

The back earth's red lips opened gently and nodded!

"I'm afraid there's been a mess in the six samsara!"

"How?" Houtu's eyes widened slightly, very bright.

"It's just that we found no projection here in the flood and famine, so we have this question."

Dijun has been silent, talking about the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

"How could this be? It shouldn't be!"

Houtu also noticed that it was wrong. These two people and the demon family were born in heaven and earth at the same time. Why didn't they?

Is there a problem?

"I can't answer such things. Go to the temple of casting and ask the Lord!"

One or two of the Eastern Emperor nodded, saluted slightly, and turned to the casting temple.

Ye Fan, who is in the casting holy hall, has been observing the trend in the three realms.

Although the fairy world has collapsed, the details left by the famine are still there. Otherwise, how did the fairy islands and the fragments of the outer continent come from!

Moreover, the main flood and famine fragments have become thirty-three days, and each layer of day is a world.

Although it is not comparable to any of the three worlds, it is also a desirable existence.

Now, under his inspection, many Nu Wa and many Tongtian cult leaders in the world are immortal gods.

There are also great powers such as Luo Xuan who are fighting in groups in the three realms.

In this case, the heavenly soldiers are no longer useful. Only those heavenly generals strengthened by the cast temple can barely resist these invaders.

The southern zhanbu continent where the human race is located is completely covered with great mana, just like an inverted bowl.

"This is not a wasteland! This is not a wasteland!" someone roared in the air, looking crazy. The Yuantu sword in his hand was stained with countless karma, and the blood burned on the blade.

He was followed by a drop of blood behind him.

"I am the Styx. Who are you?"

"Hey, hey!" a cold laugh came from the blood.

Then, the blood condensed into a shadow.

It looks as like as two peas from the opposite side of the river.

However, under the blood color condensation in his hand, he condensed a congenital treasure.

"A nose sword!"

The projection of the Styx River stared at the body condensed by a drop of blood from the Styx River, and looked a little shocked.

"Congenital treasure!"

"How is this possible!"

The projection of Styx was silly, and what made him feel numb most was that the other party was a drop of blood.

This is a supernatural power he has never mastered!

"Hum, it can only be said that your world is unlucky enough!"

The blood color converges, and a nose divine sword keeps getting bigger. The terrible energy makes the projection Styx feel powerless.

"How could it be!"

Boom!

Between heaven and earth, it was infected by blood awn in an instant!

"Huh? And?"

Miso!

Under the circulation of that drop of blood, it suddenly differentiated into dozens of drops and shot away in different directions.

Ye Fan takes back his eyes.

The existence of these saints who projected the world was like the transit of locusts. Different kinds of locusts gathered together and broke out an unprecedented war.