Chapter 122: To plot against Fuxi, please call me Taiqing Daode Tianzun!
“Monster, don’t even think about hurting my brother!”

A deafening shout, as if coming from the sky above, suddenly echoed in the world.

Xuan Du flashed and actually blocked Fuxi’s earth-shaking palm.

“what?”

“This”

Fuxi was shocked, as if he was struck by lightning, and hurriedly restrained his surging magic power.

Xuan Du, of course he knew him.

He was the direct disciple of Taiqing Laozi, and was in charge of human education on behalf of his teacher.

He has a very high prestige among the human race, and even the three ancestors of the human race have to show him respect.

However, at this moment, he actually called the gatekeeper disciple in front of him “senior brother” and took his attack head-on.

Fortunately, Fuxi took back most of his magic power at the critical moment.

Even so, how could Xuandu, who was at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level, easily withstand his attack at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level?
“Pfft!”

Blood suddenly spurted out of Xuandu’s mouth, his chest seemed to be torn apart, and more than half of his life force was lost in an instant.

His body, like a cannonball thrown out with tremendous force, hit the plaque at the gate of Kunlun Mountain hard.

The three divine patterns containing the power of heaven were instantly dyed bright red by blood.

The divine light was no longer bright, and a pungent smell of blood filled the air.

“Junior Brother Xuandu!”

“Why are you doing this?”

Cang Xuan screamed, flew over and helped Xuan Du up.

“Ahem, I. I’m not dead yet.”

Xuan Du’s eyes were dull, but he still raised his eyebrows slightly towards Cang Xuan, indicating that he was fine.

That’s right!

Cang Xuan possesses the Eye of Time, which allows him to know the past and the future.

He had just used it on Fuxi and saw that he was furious and frustrated.

So he took advantage of the situation and let Xuandu, who had just returned from the human race’s ancestral land, bear the blow.

Xuan Du suffered severe trauma and was almost on the verge of death and the dissipation of the Great Dao.

However, as long as he still had a trace of breath left, his primordial spirit and true soul did not dissipate.

Cang Xuan has a way to save him, fully heal his injuries, and restore him to his original state.

Even if Xuan Du really died and could not be saved, what could be done?

Has he forgotten that he still has the flower of life?
“It’s good to be alive!”

Cang Xuan pretended to be relaxed, and the heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

He carefully placed Xuan Du on his rattan chair, then turned to look at Fuxi, with a hint of coldness and severity in his eyes.

Fuxi was seen sweating profusely and his whole body was shaking.

“Senior Fuxi, you are in big trouble!”

“Junior Brother Xuandu’s heart meridians are all broken. Although his body appears to be unharmed, he is actually like a candle in the wind. He looks strong on the outside but is hollow on the inside. I’m afraid he won’t live long.”

“If you kill someone, you must pay with your life. This is only natural!”

“Just cut off your own heart meridians and be buried with Junior Brother Xuandu!”

There was golden light shining all over Cang Xuan’s body, as if the god of justice had descended to the earth.

His words were so powerful that Fuxi’s heart trembled.

The Demon King, a powerful existence at the peak of Quasi-Saint, did not dare to look directly into Cang Xuan’s eyes at this moment, and had the idea of ​​retreating in his heart.

“Don’t talk nonsense, it was clearly him who rushed up on his own!”

“Besides, my original target was you.”

Fuxi tried to stay calm and said to Cang Xuan.

He looked around and listened carefully, becoming extremely alert.

The atmosphere was heavy and depressing, and the air seemed to be frozen.

At this moment, the voice of Taiqing Laozi came from the clouds.

“Fuxi!”

“You spied on Kunlun Mountain, broke into my Sanqing’s dojo without permission, did not abide by the rules of my Xuanmen, and even injured my direct disciple. Now you tell me that he rushed up on his own?”

“You are courting your own destruction!”

Taiqing Laozi’s voice was calm and peaceful. He sat cross-legged on the cloud platform and descended to the door.

He has white hair and a youthful face, and his mind is deep and unpredictable.

Fuxi couldn’t tell the extent of his anger just by looking at his expression. “He’s not dead yet!”

Fuxi hurriedly explained himself, but immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

“So, you want my disciple to die?”

“Is this your own idea, or is it a conspiracy by Di Jun or even the entire Demon Court?”

“Perhaps, you think that since you are the elder brother of Junior Sister Nuwa, we, the Three Pure Ones, would not dare to take action against you, risking the risk of our fellow disciples killing each other.”

Taiqing Laozi’s tone was flat, without joy or sadness, and just a few words put Fuxi into a desperate situation.

There was a subtle edge hidden in his words. If Nuwa took action to protect her, the Three Pure Ones would have a legitimate reason to take action against her.

By that time, even if Daozu Hongjun questioned and accused them, they would have reasons to respond.

“No, Fellow Daoist Taiqing, please listen to my explanation!”

Fuxi was so anxious that he kept waving his hands, feeling panicked and not knowing what to do.

The demon race invaded the human race, and he had implicated Nuwa, causing her to lose her innate treasure, the Qiankun Ding.

She was also abandoned by the human race, leaving only the empty reputation of the human race’s Holy Mother, and the incense and offerings to her were also interrupted.

It was because of this that Nuwa questioned Taiqing Laozi, but ended up being restricted in her actions.

Therefore, unless it came to the point where there was no other way out, Fuxi would never dare to involve Nuwa.

“I don’t want to listen!”

“Everyone below the saint is an ant. You are just a peak quasi-saint, why don’t you respect me?”

“Please address me as the Great Pure Daoist Heavenly Lord!”

Taiqing Laozi was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. At this moment, he had lost his usual calm and inaction, and appeared domineering and majestic.

This look is obviously different from his usual image, but it is also understandable.

Although Xuan Du is not in danger of life for the time being, his origin and soul have been severely damaged.

Furthermore, looking at his grimace of pain, it was obvious that he was in extreme pain.

This pain is not only in his body, but also in Taiqing Laozi’s heart.

“Master is mighty!”

“Junior Brother Xuandu, it seems that Master Taiqing is going to be furious because of you this time.”

Cang Xuan cheered for Taiqing Laozi, creating just the right atmosphere.

“Master’s acting skills are truly the pinnacle, flawless.”

Xuan Du endured the pain and secretly sent a message to Cang Xuan.

From the beginning to the end, Taiqing Laozi did not understand Cang Xuan’s detailed plan.

But he knows the fickleness of human nature and is well aware of billions of years of conspiracies and intrigues. How could he not know how to take advantage of the situation to fight back and control the situation?

In just a short moment, Taiqing Laozi accurately grasped Fuxi’s weakness.

“My Lord, I did it unintentionally. Please give me a chance to explain.”

“The situation is urgent now. Should we try to save Xuandu first?”

Fuxi was stunned for a long time, and finally found the breakthrough point of the matter.

He knew that only by stabilizing Xuan Du’s injuries and not damaging his foundation would there be hope of finding a way to resolve this crisis.

“Humph!”

“If anything happens to my disciple, I will chop off your head and throw the Demon Court into chaos and there will be no peace!”

Taiqing Laozi waved his hand and looked at Fuxi’s actions coldly.

Fuxi walked to the chair with heavy steps, and injected his magic power into Xuandu’s body, trying to help him heal his injuries.

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

“Impossible, absolutely impossible!”

“The true spirit dissipated, the original spirit was destroyed, and the foundation was completely lost.”

“Even if he is rescued, his path to cultivation will be cut off and he will become a useless person.”

“Is it that serious that I just hit you casually?”

Fuxi was full of doubts about life and shouted loudly in disbelief.

Only Cang Xuan had a playful smile on his face.

He took advantage of the opportunity to help Xuan Du up and secretly used some means to make Xuan Du’s injuries look even more serious.

Even if Daozu Hongjun came in person, he would not be able to help Xuandu return to its original state.

Now, Fuxi was in a completely dangerous situation. Who could save him?

(End of this chapter)