Chapter 662

"Fuxi, do you know where Xingtian's head has gone?"

Houtu asked, staring at Fu Xi, who looked surprised.

"Xuanyuan really suppressed it in Changyang mountain!"

Fuxi great God said slowly, "but now obviously something has changed!"

Although he had already lived in huoyun cave in Xuanyuan's time, he always paid attention to the development of the whole human race. When he suppressed Xingtian's head in Changyang mountain, it was still the position given by Fuxi.

Houtu heard that he was not saying anything, but his expression was obviously a little depressed.

Xing Tian was beheaded and Chiyou was killed in the town. However, the complete mixing of the two witch families led to the infinite dilution of the blood of the witch family. Finally, it was difficult to see the figure of the witch family in the world.

But now Xingtian's body woke up, and when it was time to release, his head was lost!

It's ridiculous.

They speculated that maybe someone had hidden it.

"It's just the law of Daozu. Who dares to violate it, even the emperor!"

The white light raged in the candle nine Yin's eyes. He stared at the chaotic battlefield. With the strong body of the witch family, Xing Tian was on a par with Xuanyuan war.

Most importantly, they observed that the blood of the witch family was boiling at the moment of Xing Tian, as if it was about to change.

"Boom!"

One by one, the attack was more and more powerful. Xuanyuan's hands were numb. Looking at the Xuanyuan sword in his hand, a light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Then, as soon as his robe was lifted, the sky was covered in an instant, completely covering the whole sky in the humanitarian law array.

"Xing Tian, we will release you according to the law of the Taoist ancestors. It is absolutely impossible to hide your head!"

Xuanyuan's voice was low and patient, but he was always on guard against the sudden explosion of Xing Tian. It was not easy to communicate when this guy had a head.

Now without the skull, it is obviously more reckless than before.

However, after two rounds of inspection, Xing Tian, shrouded in darkness, burst out blood light in his eyes, directly locking the position of Xuanyuan.

"Return my head!"

The evil beast formed by the blood fog behind it is flying. From a distance, it is very similar to the emperor river.

"Dijiang, when did you give your blood to Xing Tian?"

Candle Jiuyin looked at Dijiang with suspicion on his face.

"What did I give him? It's blood returning to his ancestors. Don't you see the blood rolling on his body?"

Dijiang immediately retorted, "you can't push me all the time. Are you still not my brothers and sisters?"

“……”

A kind of zuwu wanted to stay away from this guy at this moment. They all looked at Dijiang with disgusting eyes, and then pretended to disdain.

"You..."

Emperor Jiang was about to say something with both voice and emotion, but suddenly a voice came.

"Brother Dijiang, open Xing Tian. There must be some misunderstanding in it!"

It was the voice of Houtu. Standing next to Fu Xi, she thought of the scene she had seen in the casting temple and the strange feeling between their ancestors and witches, which made her have a bold guess.

"All right!"

Emperor Jiang stared at the other ancestral witches. The wings behind him trembled and disappeared.

Brush!

A white light burst out from the eyes of the candle nine Yin and shone on the humanitarian array. It directly locked the Xingtian and the emperor Xuanyuan, stopping the flow of the whole array.

"The candle nine Yin sage shot!"

The quasi saints who came to watch the war exclaimed. They didn't expect that the saints would intervene in the battle between the quasi saints.

Then, in the big array, Dijiang appeared and took Xing Tian's shoulder away from the big array.

"Emperor Jiang sage also shot!"

Under the master of Tongtian church, the mother of turtle spirit opened her eyes wide, and then looked at the late Tongtian.

"Master!"

"Well, as I told you before, this catastrophe is extraordinary. It is dozens of times more chaotic than the previous three catastrophes, and the fallen saints are far from enough. Now, don't look at the overall stability of the flood and famine, but the vitality of heaven and earth is losing at a terrible speed!"

"Why?"

"The number of saints in the famine has exceeded the originally set number. Although the Tao of heaven is growing, it has caused the lack of world power due to the previous false covet. If the world power is insufficient, the vitality of the earth will naturally decrease that day!"

The leader of Tongtian sect explained to several of his disciples: "so if you want to make the flood and famine stable, you have to get rid of this world, or return the consumed power of the world after death!"

The hearts of the people were cold.

"Just don't know who the next saint will be?" the leader of Tongtian cult looked at the zuwu brigade, and a faint light flashed across his face.

As long as it is not like him and his disciples, he will never care how many people die.

"Boom!"

Time recovered, Xuanyuan looked at the empty array in front of him, his face sank, and immediately looked around.

But he saw that Xing Tian, who was still determined by the Lord, was resisted by the emperor river.

He suddenly relaxed, and then looked at the Yan Emperor not far away and said, "Xing Tian's strength has increased too much in the years when he was in Changyang mountain. If it weren't for the protection of humanity and Qi, I might really be broken by him!"

Emperor Yan nodded: "I can see that the ancestral witch blood in his body seems to be awakening. If he wakes up, his strength may be close to that of the ancestral witch!"

"Aren't you a pity?" there was a trace of doubt in Xuanyuan's look.

"When you and I fought, Xing Tian came to help, just to win some hope for the witch family to live!"

Emperor Yan shook his head slightly and said, "it's no pity. Now zuwu is here. Maybe this is the best destination of Xingtian!"

"Just his head..."

His and Xuanyuan's eyes were full of questions.

Why did the head just disappear?

Fuxi appeared in front of the two people. His expression had a trace of doubt and said, "do you remember the reaction of all ancestors in the temple before?"

Emperor Yan and Xuanyuan looked stunned, then their eyes widened slightly and said in surprise: "naturally, you mean..."

"Well!" Fu Xi turned to look at Xing Tian and said, "the most likely thing is that his head had his own consciousness and left Changyang mountain!"

"Well... How did he become what he is now?"

Emperor Yan couldn't figure out what the connection was if he wanted to break his head.

"That's why it's called an accident."

Fu Xi watched the zuwu untie the power of time. When he woke up, Xing Tian was confused first, and then knelt directly towards the zuwu.

"See Zu Wu!"

The voice is incomparably stiff, as if you are not used to saying other words.

"Well, Xing Tian, I haven't seen you for many years. You have become a quasi saint. It really makes us look at you with new eyes!"

Xing Tian's eyes with milk stomach eyes were dim and moved, but he didn't know how to speak.

"My head..."