Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1691 Giving Rice and Promising to Help
  "This formation needs the help of a saint to exert its endless power. I am willing to dedicate this tremendous merit to Emperor Xi."

Zhang Yan said this without feeling distressed, Tian Dao was looking at him!

It's his turn and he will definitely make up for it if he suffers some losses now.

And that is the ancestor who is dedicated to leading the human race to prosperity! There really isn't much to worry about.

"In your eyes, am I a person who takes away the merits of my descendants?!" Fu Xi frowned.

"It's time that your fame and merit will not be less!"

"I hope Xi Huangwu won't mention my name." Zhang Yan shook his head and said.

"Everything in this world is seen by Heaven, and I can't bear any loss."

On the contrary, in this prehistoric world where one day is a teacher and a lifetime is a father, he has such great merits and virtues, and if his master is found out, he may suffer!
  "You can't hide it!" the system said quietly, "you forgot that your cave department is the Star Orbit Defense Formation."

Moreover, if the saint has to calculate the greatest merit and cause and effect, the system cannot cover it!

"Can you teach me something?!" Zhang Yan's voice was slightly stiff. That's immeasurable merit!
  If this was discovered, the gap between him and Yuanshi Tianzun would be great.

"Take them all with you!" Fuxi said, not a single one of those saints was left behind.

They almost all established their religion based on the sanctification of the human race. Nowadays, it is difficult to monopolize this huge merit regardless of the relationship.

After all, they are not as powerful as the serious saints of heaven.

Moreover, given the relationship between Zhang Yan and Chan Jiao, it is definitely not possible to leave Chan Jiao aside.

Rather than having few and far between, it would be better for them to be more generous and deepen the causal interests between them and the human race, which would be better for the human race.

Are the Two Saints of the West included? Zhang Yan felt a little uncomfortable.

But if they are left alone, I don’t know what they will do with their shamelessness!

"I still need to discuss the details with Shennong Xuanyuan." Fuxi said, "Stay for a casual meal?"

Thanks to the tens of millions of acres of spiritual grain planted by Shennong in Huoyun Cave, none of them had lost their grain. “Oh, by the way, you can take these and eat them!”

Today, Fuxi is really like a kind elder. He took out a small storage bag and stuffed it casually.

Zhang Yan stretched his consciousness inside and saw that there were at least hundreds of billions of kilograms of rice filled with spiritual energy.

"..." After becoming an immortal, Emperor Shen Nong did nothing but farm, right? !
  Zhang Yanxi smiled widely, this is also a huge amount of cultivation resources! Duobao will probably like it very much.

This kind of rice with abundant spiritual energy can be eaten by their friends for a long time without leaving impurities and clogging the meridians, just like the spiritual fruit elixir.

Although this greeting gift is simple, it is quite useful!
  He was able to pull out the treasure from Duobao again.

"Junior, thank you Emperor Xi!" Zhang Yan happily put the storage bag into the system space, then handed it over and said: "There is no need to use the rice. I have some private matters and I want to ask Emperor Xi."

Mainly because of indigestion!
  "Say!" If it can be done, it will be done easily, and if it cannot be done, it must be done by finding a way!

Such a sensible junior deserves more love.

"I need some Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, and I really don't have any friendship with Saint Nuwa."

Zhang Yan glanced at Fu Xi quietly and saw that his face was slightly stiff. He gritted his teeth and continued: "I have been asking for help to come to Emperor Xi."

When it came to Nuwa, Fuxi suddenly fell silent, and even the joy he had just felt due to the important event of the human race was covered up.

"That's it..." Fuxi's voice was sad and his figure was bleak. He looked less cheerful and majestic and more vicissitudes of life.

He took out a small piece of hair tied with red thread from his sleeve, his eyes were complicated and showed no love or hate, but only endless helplessness and loneliness.

After rubbing it for a few times, he closed his eyes and handed it to Zhang Yan.

"Take it, remember to ask for more, ha!"

(End of this chapter)