Chapter 122: Plotting against Fuxi! Please call me Taiqing Daode Tianzun!

"Monster, don't hurt my brother!"

A sound that resounded through heaven and earth appeared out of nowhere.

The great master Xuandu directly blocked Fuxi's palm.

"What the hell?"

Fuxi's head seemed to explode and he quickly withdrew his magic power.

He knew Xuan Du.

Taiqing Laozi's direct disciple, he is in charge of the human religion on his behalf. He has great prestige among the human race, and even the three ancestors of the human race have to obey his orders.

But now, he called the gatekeeper disciple in front of him "senior brother" and even blocked his attack.

Fortunately, Fuxi withdrew most of his magic power at the critical moment, but even so, how could Xuandu, the Taiyi Golden Immortal, withstand his attack at the peak of his quasi-saint level?

"Pfft!"

Master Xuandu vomited blood, his chest was broken, and his life source was completely lost.

His body, like a cannonball, smashed onto the plaque at the gate of Kunlun Mountain.

The three divine patterns of heaven were immediately stained with blood.

The divine light was dim and the smell of blood filled the air.

"Junior Brother Xuandu!"

"What are you doing?"

Muchen exclaimed, then belatedly flew to Xuan Du and helped him up.

He shook Xuan Du with both hands, as if to wake him up.

"I'm not dead yet, cough cough"

Xuandu's eyes were dim, and he raised an eyebrow at Muchen without leaving a trace.

That's right!

With the Eye of Time, Muchen can see into the past and the future.

Look, it was used on Fuxi.

Seeing that he was furious and frustrated, he took advantage of the situation and let Xuan Du, who had just returned from the human race's ancestral land, take the damage.

Xuan Du was seriously injured and almost died.

However, as long as he was still alive and his primordial spirit and true soul had not disintegrated, Muchen could revive him at will, and then heal his injuries and return to normal.

Even if Xuan Du dies without a burial place, doesn't he still have the flower of life?
"It's good that you're not dead!"

Muchen pretended to be relaxed, as if relieved from a heavy burden.

Then, he placed Xuan Du on his rattan chair and looked at Fuxi.

I saw him sweating profusely and his whole body was shaking.

"Senior Fuxi, you are in trouble. It's a big trouble!"

"Junior Brother Xuandu's heart meridians are all broken. His body looks intact, but in fact it is weak inside and has become a pool of mud. I'm sure he will pass away soon."

"As the saying goes, if you kill someone, you must pay your life, and if you owe someone a debt, you must pay it back! You should sever your own heart veins and be buried with Junior Brother Xuandu!"

Muchen's body was surrounded by golden light, like a messenger of justice.

The words were so shocking that Fuxi's heart trembled.

The dignified Demon King of the Demon Clan, a powerful quasi-saint at the peak of his power, did not dare to look directly into Muchen's eyes, and had the idea of ​​retreating in his heart.

"You are slandering me. It was clearly him who was trying to scam me and was hit by my attack!"

"Besides, it was you I originally wanted to kill!"

Fuxi pretended to be calm and said to Muchen.

The whole person became extremely alert, keeping his eyes and ears open in all directions.

The atmosphere was solemn and the air was eerily quiet.

At this time, the voice of Taiqing Laozi was heard from between the clouds.

"Touch porcelain?"

"You were spying on Kunlun Mountain, trespassing into my Sanqing Daoist temple, disrespecting my Xuanmen rules, and even beating and killing my direct disciple. Now you're telling me that this is a scam?"

"Fuxi, you have the means to die!"

Laozi of Taiqing was as calm as an ancient well, sitting cross-legged on the cloud platform, descending at the gate.

He has a youthful face and white hair, and is very shrewd.

Judging from his expression alone, Fuxi had no idea how angry he was.

"He's not dead yet?" Fuxi hurriedly explained, but the next second he realized that he had said the wrong thing.

"So, you hope that my disciple will die?"

"I wonder if this is your intention, Fuxi, or the plan of Dijun or even the entire demon court?"

"Perhaps, you are certain that you are the elder brother of Junior Sister Nuwa. We, the Three Pure Ones, dare not risk killing each other among our own sects by attacking you."

Taiqing Laozi's tone was flat, neither sad nor happy.

With just a few words, Fuxi's retreat was cut off.

If Nuwa was protecting him, it would be natural for the Three Pure Ones to take action against him.

By then, when Daozu Hongjun blames him, he will have an excuse to fool him.

"No, Brother Taiqing, please listen to my explanation!"

Fuxi waved his hands quickly, he was about to cry, he was in a state of panic.

When the demons invaded the human race, he implicated Nuwa and caused her to lose her innate treasure, the Qiankun Ding. He was abandoned by the human race and was left with only the title of the Holy Mother of the human race, and his worship was cut off.

It was for this reason that Nuwa blamed Taiqing Laozi and ended up being confined to her house.

Therefore, Fuxi would never dare to involve Nuwa unless it was absolutely necessary.

"I won't listen!"

"Everyone below the saint is an ant. You are only a peak quasi-saint, why don't you respect me?"

"Please address me as the Great Pure Daoist Heavenly Lord!"

Taiqing Laozi, with his beard puffed and eyes glared, no longer had his usual calm and inaction, and became overbearing and powerful.

This behavior is obviously inconsistent with his personality.

However, it also makes sense.

Although Xuan Du had no life-threatening power, his origin and soul were completely damaged.

Furthermore, judging from the way he grimaced, he was obviously in great pain.

The pain is in his body, and it hurts in the heart of Taiqing Laozi!

"Master is mighty!"

"Junior Brother Xuandu, it looks like Master Taiqing is going to be furious because of you this time!"

Muchen cheered and encouraged Taiqing Laozi like a little fan.

The atmosphere is perfectly created!
"Master's acting skills are impeccable!"

Xuan Du endured his injuries and sent a message to Muchen.

From the beginning to the end, Taiqing Laozi had no idea about Muchen's plan, but he was well versed in the ways of the world and intrigues for billions of years. How could he not use the opponent's force to his advantage and create rhythm?

In a moment, Taiqing Laozi found Fuxi's weak spot.

"My Lord, this was unintentional. Please give me a chance to explain!"

"Now is a critical moment, should we try to save Xuandu first?"

Fuxi was confused for a long time, and finally found a turning point.

Only by stabilizing Xuan Du's injuries and preventing his foundation from being damaged can we find an opportunity to resolve this crisis.

"Humph!"

"If anything happens to my disciple, I will chop off your head and turn the demon court upside down, making everyone in the house restless!"

Taiqing Laozi waved his hand and watched Fuxi's performance quietly.

With heavy steps, Fuxi walked to the rattan chair, urged his magic power, and injected it into Xuandu's body, trying to help him heal his injuries.

But the next moment, he felt as if struck by lightning.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"The true spirit is annihilated, the primordial spirit is destroyed, the feet are broken, and the foundation is gone! Even if you save him, you will be cut off from the path of cultivation and become a useless person."

"Is my blow so heavy?"

Fuxi doubted his life and roared in disbelief.

Only Muchen had a playful look on his face.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to help Xuan Du up, he secretly used means to bring him to the brink of death. Even if Hongjun Daozu came in person, he could not help Xuan Du recover.

Now, Fuxi was in complete danger.

Who can save him?

(End of this chapter)