The Fuxi Road of the Heavens Beginning from the Immortal Realm

Chapter 139 Youchao's corpse meets Shennong for the first time

“There is a nest.”

A trace of surprise appeared in Suiren's eyes, and he subconsciously asked: "Do you know where Youchao's body is?"

"Ah."

Feng Yi nodded, then walked to the Heavenly Monument in the center of the square, pointed to the magic well below, and said softly: "If my deduction is correct, Senior Youchao's ancestral god body should be in this passage."

The moment the words fell, Feng Yi's heart moved, and the mysterious power in his body started to operate automatically, and some connection was established with the Heavenly Monument that suppressed the magic well.

Vaguely, he felt that he could now easily manipulate the celestial monument in front of him.

He didn't feel any surprise about this.

The Heavenly Stele is the condensed version of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors' insights into the Dao. As Fuxi, his own profound skills are the result of the integration of the engravings on the Heavenly Stele, so it is normal that he can manipulate the Heavenly Stele.

Following the feeling in his heart, Feng Yi stretched out his hand, and with a humming sound, the Heavenly Monument that had been suppressing the passage of the Demon Well was directly lifted up. The sealing force was temporarily released, revealing a bottomless abyss.

boom

Black light shot up into the sky, and endless death energy rushed out from the passage of the magic well, containing endless demonic intent that seemed to be able to devour people's souls.

However, before the death energy fell on Feng Yi, an ancient and heavy dragon stele appeared above his head, and a mysterious hexagram fell down, directly suppressing the endless death energy.

"what"

Looking at the ancient and mysterious dragon stele above Feng Yi's head, Suirenshi showed a trace of surprise in his eyes, and whispered: "Isn't Fuxi's ancestral divine weapon a brass Bagua? When did it change to this dragon stele?"

Moreover, he didn't know if it was his own illusion, but Suiren always felt that this dragon stele was different from the ancestral divine weapon he had seen before.

'This Taoist friend Fuxi is becoming more and more mysterious!'

Feng Yi didn't care about Suiren's thoughts, but stared closely at the magic well passage that was surging with endless death energy, with countless hexagrams flowing in his eyes.

After a while, his eyes lit up slightly, and he stretched out his hand. Countless hexagrams flowed, forming an illusory big hand, which reached directly into the magic well.

嗡

The magic well channel vibrated violently, and the majestic death energy continued to impact the big hand, but it was suppressed by the extreme power contained in the dragon stele.

boom

After a moment, the illusory giant hand was withdrawn from the magic well passage, holding a tall and burly body, but this body had lost its vitality.

“There is a nest.”

Looking at this familiar figure, a trace of sadness appeared in Suiren's eyes.

Feeling the change in Suiren's mood, Feng Yi looked at him carefully, a strange look in his eyes, and a sense of emotion arose in his heart.

'Suiren and his men hid themselves very well. Even the obsessions left in this dead city are not aware of their true situation!'

In fact, the ancestral gods such as Suiren, Youchao, and Nuwa who died in the ancient war have long been resurrected in the world of death and have regained their full strength. It’s just that because the strength of the alien world is too strong, and Jiuzhou and the four worlds have been under the surveillance of Hongjun and others, they have never appeared in Jiuzhou.

Now it seems that Suiren even concealed the truth about his obsession that remained in this dead city.

Thinking of this, Feng Yi thought of the current Suirenshi and others who were just a part of the Emperor Suirenshi, and they were not aware of the plans of their emperor himself. He couldn't help but sigh that these people were really good at nesting dolls.

After a while, Feng Yi suppressed the thoughts in his mind and looked at the body of the ancestor god of Youchao clan in front of him. The Fuxi Qin in his body trembled slightly and a mysterious sound of the Qin rang out.

In an instant, the sound of the piano connected the way of life and death between heaven and earth, and endless black and white light spots appeared around Youchao. The meanings of life and death intertwined to form a perfect balance.

嗡

An inexplicable wave appeared, and the body of Youchao's ancestor god continued to change, as if it had come back to life, and the body that was originally filled with death was tinged with some vitality.

Seeing this scene, Feng Yi showed a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

In this case, Youchao's ancestor god's body would not collapse after leaving the dead city and could be used barely.

At the same time, looking at the magic well that was still bursting with death energy, Feng Yi's heart moved, and his mysterious skills started to operate, and his energy connected to the Heavenly Monument.

boom

The next moment, a roar was heard, and the Heavenly Stele fell on the Demon Well again, suppressing it easily.

After doing all this, Feng Yi turned around and looked at Suiren and said, "Senior Suiren, now that powerful enemies from another world are approaching, we need Senior Youchao's ancestral god body as an aid to deal with the enemies from another world."

"I see."

Suiren looked at his old friend's corpse, sighed slightly and said, "The gap in strength between our Jiuzhou and the other worlds is too big. If my old friend knew that his body could help Jiuzhou, he would probably feel very relieved."

"Thank you, Senior Suiren, for your understanding."

Feng Yi put away Youchao's ancestor god body, looked at the magic well suppressed by the heavenly tablet again, and said in an inexplicable tone: "Senior Suiren, I'll trouble you to take care of this passage to the world of death. Perhaps in the future this passage will be the door of hope for all the people in Jiuzhou."

"hope."

Hearing these two words, Suirenshi's mind was filled with the power of the other world. Thinking of the situation in Jiuzhou, he was silent for a while. After a long while, he sighed deeply, and then said in a firm tone: "Don't worry, I will definitely guard this passage. Jiuzhou is in your hands."

"Ah."

Feng Yi nodded and said solemnly: "Don't worry, Senior Suiren, I will definitely protect all the people in Kyushu."

The moment the words fell, the surrounding world became illusory, as if a door to the outside world had opened, and Feng Yi's figure disappeared.

Looking at the empty square, and then at the magic well suppressed by the Heavenly Stele, Suirenshi's figure also turned into black mist and merged into the dead city. Only a hoarse sigh was heard:
"Kyushu."

Changsheng Continent, Southern Wilderness.

In a quiet valley, the grass and trees are lush and flowers are everywhere, it looks like a land of life.

In the very center of the valley, a small courtyard consisting of several thatched houses is located here, surrounded by fields planted with grains such as rice, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans, exuding vigorous vitality.

The void became hazy, the illusory Bagua flowed, and Feng Yi's figure stepped out from the void.

After arriving here, his eyes moved slightly and he looked at the fields planted with grains. He saw a figure taking care of the grains like an ordinary old farmer.

This figure seemed to be completely unconcerned about the changes in the outside world. Every move he made was ordinary, yet there was an indescribable sense of harmony.

Looking at the other party's focused actions, Feng Yi felt some inexplicable insights in his heart. He did not disturb the other party, but stood in front of the thatched hut, waiting for the other party patiently.

After a long while, a figure in the field who looked like an ordinary old farmer finally finished the farm work in his hands and looked up at Feng Yi.

"Fuxi?"

A somewhat uncertain tone sounded from his mouth, and his eyes instantly bloomed with a brilliant divine light. Endless life energy permeated the world, causing the surrounding plants to quickly take root and sprout.

After a moment, as if he was sure of something, his eyes returned to normal, and his aura subsided, returning to being that ordinary old farmer, and he said softly: "It's really you, Fuxi!"

"it's me."

Feng Yi nodded calmly and said directly: "Shennong."

The old farmer-like figure in front of him is Shennong, one of the ancestral gods of the Nine Provinces, and also the present-day part of Shennong, one of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

However, in Feng Yi's eyes, the spirit and body of this Shennong were completely inconsistent. His spirit was that of the ancestor god, but his body was only that of a half-ancestor.

And all this is because the other party has already fallen, and now he is just resurrecting from the dead.

In a battle between the ancient Jiuzhou and the alien world, after an ancestor god from the alien world fell, the ancestor god's body turned into endless ancestral corpse poison, sweeping across the entire Changsheng World, and was about to completely destroy this world.

At the critical moment, Shennong used his body as a furnace to melt all the poison from the ancestral corpse, but he himself was also completely transformed into mountains and rivers and merged into the world of immortality, which was no different from his death.

The figure in front of Feng Yi now is actually Zhuang Zhou, whose spiritual realm is comparable to that of the ancestor god. He communicated with and gathered the spiritual consciousness of Shennong, and carried it in his own body.

Hearing the person in front of him admit it, Shennong showed a trace of doubt in his eyes and said: "Fuxi, your current cultivation level..."

Feng Yi showed a faint smile on his face and said softly: "Because of some special reasons, I started over again."

"again."

Shennong looked at the figure in front of him and felt two special auras in the other person's body, one of which was a completely unfamiliar cultivation system. He had some vague guesses in his mind.

Feng Yi glanced at Shennong and continued, "Shennong, you are not in a good condition now!"

Having said that, Feng Yi seemed to sense something and glanced at the void around him.

The next moment, the void became hazy, as if it had become a dreamland, and a butterfly danced, flying between illusion and reality.

"Meet the Ancestral God Fuxi!"

The butterfly flew in front of the two people and made a slightly illusory voice: "Fuxi Zushen, why did you suddenly leave during the trip to Paradise Lost?"

Glancing at Butterfly, Feng Yi said calmly, "I sensed the malicious intent of the false god Hongjun, so I will leave temporarily."

"False God Hongjun."

The butterfly made a surprised sound, and Shennong's eyes beside him turned slightly cold.

"The false god Hongjun must have noticed my current state, so he targeted me."

At this point, Feng Yi's eyes showed a hint of smile, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "It just so happens that I can take this opportunity to get rid of this false god who is monitoring Jiuzhou and the Four Directions World, and even completely eliminate the two alien ancestral gods who are still left in the Four Directions World. This is also the purpose of my coming here."

The moment he finished speaking, Feng Yi stretched out his hand, a light flashed, and a tall body appeared in front of him. It was the body of Youchao's ancestor god.

Even though only the body of the ancestor god was left, he still faintly exuded a terrifying aura that suppressed the heaven and earth, as if he was still truly alive.

"Youchaoshi"

The moment he saw this body, Shennong let out a surprised sound.

(End of this chapter)