Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

However, just as the demon gods and demon fairies in the formation were in turmoil, Taoist Mosquito keenly captured the flaw at this moment.

His saint-level Dharma body suddenly launched an attack, and with one blow, it actually blasted a huge gap in the Zhoutian Star Array.

The attack was so powerful that it caused the entire formation to come to a standstill in an instant, making it almost impossible to function normally.

In this great formation, among the 365 main positions, nearly 30 of the demon gods and demon fairies did not even have the chance to scream before they turned into ashes.

After Taoist Mosquito succeeded, there was no joy on his face. His expression was as calm as water, as if his state of mind had changed after he achieved enlightenment and became a saint.

"I have attained sainthood and will no longer commit murder. If you want to live, flee quickly and I will spare your lives. If you persist in your wrong ways, you will be reduced to ashes!" Taoist Mosquito said coldly.

As his voice fell, cold murderous intent instantly enveloped the soul of every demon.

In the Zhoutian Star Array, both the demon gods and demon immortals trembled. That was the soul oppression caused by the saint's murderous intention.

Finally, one of the demon fairies could not bear the pressure anymore, and fled from his position screaming, his escape light flashing as he fled madly.

Then, as if infected, a large number of demon gods and demon fairies also began to flee. Rays of light flew around in the air, and the scene was in chaos.

At this moment, the originally powerful Zhoutian Star Array suddenly became weak.

Under the majesty of the saint, they were defeated before they even fought.

The collapsed Zhoutian Star Array naturally could no longer stop the steps of a saint.

A ferocious smile appeared on Taoist Mosquito's face.

Then, he waved his hand, and the figures were instantly blown into bloody mist.

"you……!"

On the Sun, Fuxi witnessed this scene and was so shocked that he was speechless.

"You promised not to kill them!" he roared.

"It was the old me who promised them. And it is the new me who kills them now. What does the promise I made in the past have to do with me now?" Taoist Mosquito said with a smile.

However, at this moment, his smile looked so terrifying, cruel and violent.

"I want your life!" Fuxi roared, controlling the already broken Zhoutian Star Array and launching a final attack on Taoist Mosquito.

Unfortunately, Taoist Mosquito used his supreme saintly power to easily tear the formation into pieces. The Zhoutian Star Formation was broken!

The moment the formation was broken, Taoist Mosquito opened his mouth wide and sucked in a large number of demon gods and demon fairies directly into his stomach.

Below the saint, everyone is an ant. These ants have no power to resist him.

"Beast!" In the sky, ten Golden Crows roared angrily as they watched their compatriots being slaughtered wantonly. They controlled the Golden Crow Locking Heaven Array and wanted to refine Taoist Mosquito.

However, Taoist Mosquito only looked up, then stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly. A golden crow fell on the spot.

He shot again, and another Golden Crow was killed. Then he shot nine times in a row, and only the last Golden Crow was left out of the ten.

When there was only one Golden Crow left, Taoist Mosquito originally planned to continue and kill it. But when he raised his hand, he seemed to sense something and finally withdrew his hand.

"Of the ten Golden Crows, nine are dead. God is merciful and I have killed enough today. I will only leave one." Taoist Mosquito said casually.

After saying this, he looked at Fuxi from a distance across billions of miles, "Demon Emperor Fuxi, I will not kill you. But the remaining demons will become my blood food! Although I have achieved the Dao and become a saint, I have not yet obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and my Dao is not stable. I still need the help of you, the demon clan, to stabilize my Dao!"

After saying this, Taoist Mosquito disappeared into the sea of ​​blood. The sea of ​​blood turned into a raging blood mist again, rushing towards the remaining monsters on the prehistoric continent.

"Do not!!"

Seeing this scene, Fuxi completely collapsed. He roared, but to no avail.

The Zhoutian Star Array has been broken, and he no longer has any means to fight against the saint. He cannot save the demon race.

He roared and subconsciously wanted to rush towards the blood mist. But at the critical moment, the only remaining little golden crow held him back.

"Godfather, don't go! He has already attained sainthood, we can't let him die in vain!" Little Jinwu pulled him with tears in his eyes.

Seeing Little Golden Crow crying bitterly, Fuxi also burst into tears, "It's over, my demon race is finished!"

"No! Godfather, not yet! There is only one way to save the demon clan now!" Little Golden Crow said crying.

However, Fuxi just shook his head. His imperial crown had fallen off, his hair was disheveled, and he looked disheveled.

"It's useless, it's useless."

He knew what Little Golden Crow was talking about. The only one who could compete with a saint was a saint. And his sister Nuwa was a saint.

In addition, there is another existence in the Queen Nuwa Palace, who can even be killed by saints.

If they are willing to take action, the disaster of the demon clan can naturally be resolved.

But Fuxi knew very well that if they were willing to help, they would have done it long ago and would not have waited until now.

"Godfather, Nuwa and you are blood siblings after all. As long as you are willing to ask her for help, she will not stand by and watch you die because you are connected by blood! Let's go and ask Nuwa for help now! If it's too late, our demon clan will be really finished!" Little Golden Crow grabbed Fuxi's sleeve tightly.

Faced with the little Golden Crow's pleading, Fuxi was stunned.

Finally, he nodded, "Let's go to the Wa Palace!"

He pulled the little golden crow and turned into a beam of light and flew towards the Queen Wa Palace.

Soon, they arrived outside the Wa Palace. However, the gate of the Wa Palace was closed!

"thump!"

Fuxi pulled Xiao Jinwu and knelt directly on the ground.

"Fuxi begs Goddess Nuwa to save our demon race!"

"Please, Goddess Nuwa, save our demon race!"

Fuxi and Xiao Jinwu knelt outside the Queen Wa Palace, begging with tears in their eyes.

Inside the Queen Wa Palace, Nuwa was already in tears.

She had already made up her mind not to get involved in this matter. But Fuxi's kneeling made her psychological defenses completely collapse. She could no longer bear it.

Ying Zheng saw this scene and felt very uncomfortable.

He sighed slightly and said, "Don't cry. I'll take care of this matter."

"Yeah." Nuwa nodded vigorously with tears in her eyes.

The gate of the Queen Wa Palace slowly opened.

Ying Zheng walked out from inside. He walked in front of Fuxi and helped him up.

"I can save the demon race, but I have one condition."

"No matter what the conditions are, I agree to them!" Fuxi said without hesitation.

As long as he can save the demon race, he is willing to pay any price.

"Okay!" Ying Zheng nodded.

Ying Zheng slowly opened his mouth and put forward two requests: "First, the demon race must step down from the leading role of the prehistoric world..."

Fuxi nodded bitterly, feeling helpless.

The demon race was severely damaged by this disaster. The three quasi-saints, hundreds of Daluo Golden Immortals and countless demon immortals were all reduced to ashes.

The power of the demon clan is now only one tenth of what it was before, so how can they still maintain their position as the protagonists of the ancient world?

If Ying Zheng is unwilling to lend a helping hand, the remaining members of the demon clan will probably not be able to escape the clutches of Taoist Mosquito.

The demon race had no choice. Compared to becoming the protagonist of the prehistoric world, the continuation of the race was obviously more important. "The second point..." Ying Zheng opened his thin lips and sent the words directly into Fuxi's mind through telepathy.

"What?!" After hearing Ying Zheng's words, Fuxi's expression changed drastically, and he stared at Ying Zheng's eyes with disbelief.

His eyes were filled with grief and anger.

But soon, he seemed to have figured something out, and laughed loudly, "Okay! Okay! I promise you! The demon race is about to perish, why would I be a demon emperor! Since it has come to this, what's wrong with me devoting myself to the demon race?!"

Looking at Fuxi's appearance, Ying Zheng felt helpless.

He was very clear that Fuxi might have misunderstood what he meant.

His second request to Fuxi was actually very simple, which was to let him end his life as the Demon Emperor.

As the demon emperor, Fuxi carries most of the demon race's luck. As long as he survives, the demon race's luck will not be cut off.

Even though the demon race has now withdrawn from the position of protagonist in the prehistoric world, as long as they are given some time to recuperate, they will surely make a comeback.

By then, the demon race will probably be caught up in the struggle for the position of protagonist in the prehistoric world again.

So he must die.

But death does not mean the end, Ying Zheng has already thought of a way out for Fuxi.

In a sense, this is a great opportunity for him!

"Father! Foster!"

Little Jinwu burst into tears. He had vaguely understood Fuxi's intention.

Fuxi's words clearly meant that he was expressing his determination through death!

The first person the ten golden crows saw when they were born was Fuxi, who raised them and taught them the way of cultivation.

Although Fuxi is not their biological father, the love and care he gave them in raising them and teaching them is better than that of a biological father!

"Don't cry! We can't lose face!" Fuxi said to Xiao Jinwu.

Little Jinwu held back his tears and nodded.

"Can I ask you one more thing?"

Fuxi turned around, looked at Ying Zheng again, and asked.

"Go ahead." Ying Zheng nodded.

"After I die, the demon race will no longer have a demon emperor! He is the descendant of Donghuang Taiyi and the demon emperor Dijun. After I die, let him become your disciple!"

Xiao Jinwu is the descendant of Taiyi and Dijun, and is also his adopted son and disciple. After his death, if there is any change in the demon race in the future, Xiao Jinwu is the most likely and most qualified to inherit the position of demon emperor.

But at this moment, Fuxi has seen clearly that the demon race can no longer dominate the prehistoric world. He does not want Little Golden Crow to end up in a dead end in the future.

Furthermore, he didn't want Xiao Jinwu to bear a grudge against Ying Zheng.

"Okay." Ying Zheng nodded slightly.

In fact, before Fuxi opened his mouth, he had already guessed what the other party wanted to say.

There was no loss for him in taking in an apprentice, and judging from the qualifications, Little Golden Crow was also good enough.

"Little Jinwu, you should take him as your master!" Fuxi said to Little Jinwu.

Xiao Jinwu was extremely sad. Ying Zheng first killed Taiyi and Dijun, and now he wanted to force Fuxi to death. He hated Ying Zheng so much.

However, facing Fuxi's words, he did not dare to disobey.

He knelt down in front of Ying Zheng and kowtowed three times.

"Master, please accept Little Golden Crow's greeting!"

Ying Zheng accepted Xiao Jinwu's kneeling and then reached out to help him up.

"Get up. From now on, you are my disciple, Ying Zheng. After you become a disciple, all your past affairs will be wiped out, and your future self will have nothing to do with your past self. The name Little Golden Crow is no longer suitable for you, so I will give you a Dharma name. From now on, your Dharma name is Lu Ya!"

"Yes! Lu Ya thanks Master for giving me the Dharma name!" Lu Ya said respectfully.

As soon as Lu Ya finished speaking, the laws of nature shook slightly, and the cause and effect and fate of his body changed instantly.

His originally destined fate had been rewritten at this moment.

"That way, I feel relieved."

Fuxi sighed and his brows relaxed, as if the last worry in his heart had been put down.

He turned slightly and looked at the Wa Palace behind Ying Zheng. His eyes passed through the distant distance and met a slender figure in the Wa Palace.

The two's eyes met in the air, and finally Fuxi smiled bitterly, turned around and said to Ying Zheng: "Ying Zheng! She is in your hands now! Take good care of her!"

After saying this, Fuxi struck his own crown with his palm without waiting for Ying Zheng to answer.

With this palm strike, Fuxi's spirit was shattered on the spot, and his three souls and seven spirits instantly shattered and disintegrated.

Once his soul was destroyed, cracks began to appear in his body, and then it broke apart bit by bit, eventually vanishing into nothing.

The demon emperor Fuxi died.

The death of the Demon Emperor marked the end of the fate of the demon race. From this moment on, the position of the protagonist of the prehistoric world changed hands again.

At the moment of Fuxi's death, Ying Zheng stretched out his hand and drew Fuxi's originally scattered soul into his own hand.

"Master?" Lu Ya hesitated to speak, looking nervously at the Fuxi Yuanling in Ying Zheng's hand.

"Although the Demon Emperor Fuxi is dead, there will be a Human Emperor Fuxi born in the future. The Human Emperor will follow the number of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors and will have the opportunity to become a saint."

Ying Zheng said casually.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Ya was stunned.

But soon, when he came to his senses, he quickly bowed to Ying Zheng and thanked him: "Thank you, Master!"

Ying Zheng did not say much about his gratitude to Lu Ya.

He just held up Fuxi's spirit and continued, "The Demon Emperor has passed away, and the great calamity of the demon race has ended. From now on, the demon race will withdraw from the position of the protagonist of the prehistoric continent, and the human race will rise!"

Ying Zheng said this to all living beings in the Three Realms and Six Paths.

His voice echoed throughout the three realms and six paths, and everyone could hear it clearly.

The Demon Emperor is dead, and the human race will rise!

As if in response to Ying Zheng's words, the way of heaven also began to shake.

At this moment, the three realms and six paths of the entire prehistoric world all felt the break of the demon race's luck, and the demon race would never make a comeback. On the contrary, the human race's luck was at its peak, climbing to an unprecedented height, announcing that the human race would become the new protagonist of the prehistoric world.

"His Majesty!"

"It's over, the demon race is completely finished!"

"I hate it! I really can't accept it!"

On the prehistoric continent, the remaining members of the demon clan cried bitterly and the whole place was filled with wailing.

However, the blood mist that was chasing the demons suddenly stopped, and the figure of Taoist Mosquito emerged from the blood mist. He looked towards the Queen Wa Palace, his eyes filled with reluctance, awe and fear.

The demons are a great tonic for him, but Ying Zheng has made it clear that the demon catastrophe is over, which is a signal for him to stop killing. (End of this chapter)