Games come to all worlds

There were three people sitting in the Fire Cloud Cave.

One of them has two horns on top; the one on the left has leaves covering his shoulders and a tiger and leopard skin around his waist; the one on the right wears imperial clothes.

The one on the left is wearing red clothes, with a Bagua diagram on his chest and two horns on his head. He looks like a human but not human man. He is Emperor Fuxi.

The one on the right, with leaves covering his shoulders, a tiger and leopard skin around his waist, and a kind-hearted old man, is the Earth Emperor Shennong.

The man on the right, wearing imperial clothes and with a majestic look, is Human Emperor Xuanyuan. Among the three, he was the first to open his eyes, showing a look of doubt.

The other two people also opened their eyes and asked: "Is there any descendant of my brother still alive?"

Xuanyuan slowly shook his head and said: "Since entering the Fire Cloud Cave, except for the Chengtang royal family who still has a trace of blood, there have been no other descendants, and that sword... is not mine."

There is a cloud between the three of them, and through this cloud, the scene outside Chuanyun Pass can be seen.

Seeing the battle between Yuwen Tuo and Samantabhadra Manjusri, Emperor Xuanyuan was certain that the sword was indeed not his.

But... no one would believe it, because the aura of the emperor on it was heavier than Di Xin's Human Emperor Sword.

At this time, Shennong on the left suddenly stretched out his hand and turned the picture elsewhere.

I only saw an old man standing on the edge of the battlefield, holding a fan and fanning the flames of a cauldron. He didn't know what he was refining.

Fuxi and Xuanyuan were both stunned and asked: "Shennong Ding? Hasn't it already helped you achieve enlightenment?"

"Yeah, so that's not my cauldron, but even if I say it, I don't believe it. There's something weird about this group of people who suddenly appeared."

Among the saints in the world, they are the only ones who cannot get out of the Fire Cloud Cave.

Emperor Fuxi invented the Tai Chi Bagua, which allowed humans to perform divination on their own and predict changes in heaven in advance.

The Emperor Shen Nong invented slash-and-burn farming tools, two types of soil-turning tools, and taught people to reclaim wasteland to grow food crops and then taste various herbs, allowing humans to truly control the land.

The Human Emperor Xuanyuan didn't invent anything, but he brought unity and civilization, allowing all human tribes to unite to fight against foreign enemies.

The three of them sitting in the Fire Cloud Cave means that the human race will always occupy the right time, location, and people.

The protagonist of this world will always be the human race.

Therefore, no matter what happens in the outside world, as long as they are still there, the destiny of the human race will never be cut off.

Fuxi touched his beard, looked at the picture and said meaningfully: "There seems to be some changes in the matter of conferring gods. The hexagrams are unclear and the world is undecided. It is possible whether it is Zhou or Shang."

He had calculated this hexagram before, and the result was the same as the explanation.

The trade fortunes are declining, wars are breaking out, King Wu's virtues are growing day by day, and Zhou's evils are increasing, Zhou will defeat Zhou, this is the number of days.

However, unlike Chanjiao, Fuxi does not blindly follow the heavenly numbers, but only does what he thinks is right based on the hexagrams.

The last time Yang Jian came to Huoyun Cave to ask for medicine, they were not helping Xiqi, but lending his hand to teach the humans to identify herbs and treat diseases.

"I don't know if it's good or bad."

The scene had shifted to the battlefield. Emperor Xuanyuan Huang looked at Di Xin inside, changing from his previous dejected state, as if he had returned to his peak.

If he sincerely changes his ways, in this retrospective timeline, he can really renew the Yin Shang's luck for another hundred years.

Of course, no matter who wins or loses, they don't really care, as long as the human race is still in charge.

"Huh? It seems that the Taoist friend is about to be attacked." Shennong frowned slightly.

He didn't care much about the battlefield, so he kept his eyes on the cauldron. From the aura wafting out, he could conclude that there should be a furnace of medicine inside the cauldron.

He was very pleased with the emergence of new alchemists in the human race, which meant that it would be difficult for diseases to take away a large number of human lives.

But if he was stolen to death and his soul was on the list of gods, it would definitely be considered a loss to the human race.

Fuxi also glanced sideways, smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, this fellow Taoist has an unusual background."

"Junior Chanjiao, you have found the wrong person."

At this moment, under the Chuanyunguan battlefield, Fearful Sun was wandering around as if he was nothing.

There are many people who know how to do earth magic, but he is the only one who can truly master it and become a master.

Tu Xingsun has learned a little bit and can easily occupy a place among the three generations of disciples. How can he be weak as a master?

Thinking of that apprentice, I was a little sad to be afraid of leaving my grandson behind. I could only go to heaven to see him in the future.

Fearing that Sun Wukong came today, he had the idea of ​​revenge, but since he didn't find Sun Wukong on the battlefield, he had no choice but to give up.

He used earth-moving techniques to sneak into the ground very early on, looking for suitable targets.

Looking past those objects that are not easy to mess with at first glance, such as Longwa and Fengwa, the aura of Nuwa on her body seems to say, can you try to hit me?

For example, Erlang Shen used a lotus lamp to forcefully entangle the four immortals and Taoist Lu Ya.

For example, Huang Wukong, because he saw the picture of the Immortal Binding Rope being taken away inexplicably before, he felt that Huang Wukong had a magic weapon to restrain the Immortal Binding Rope, and he was afraid of leaving his grandson.

The remaining Chonglou Jingtian also had opponents. Yuwen Tuo's Zhenliu Sun was originally planning to go, but when he saw that his nephew had chosen them, he didn't have the nerve to go and grab them.

Later I saw Xuanyuan Sword coming out, haha, luckily I didn't go.

The fight was fierce above, but he couldn't stay still below. When the truce came at night, he was always embarrassed to say that he didn't find an opponent.

So, he wandered all the way and found Taishang Laojun who was refining medicine on the edge of the battlefield.

Judging from the appearance alone, Taishang Laojun is quite intimidating. The term "Xianfengdaogu" seems to be written for him. Fearing Liu Sun even saw a trace of the great master in him.

Originally, for fear of staying safe, Sun would not choose him as his opponent. After all, there were indeed several more suitable (weak) candidates.

But Wei Liusun discovered a detail, that is, the old man's method of refining medicine did not seem to be very skillful. Fanning himself would make him look disgraced, and sometimes the sparks would burn his beard.

Now, all the celestial demeanor was gone, he was just a reckless little old man.

Na Zhenliu Sun was not polite and ran away directly, preparing to capture him back to the camp so that he could have an explanation at night.

They will not kill anyone unless they have to, because there will be time to exchange hostages at night.

If there are no hostages, people can be exchanged for magic weapons, but they still have some magic weapons in the hands of the opponent.

Taishang Laojun was not in a good mood. He had not adapted to the aura of this world. In addition, children had been lighting fires all year round. He had not burned firewood in countless years, and the banana fan was not very easy to use.

"We have to pick them up later. It takes too much effort to make a fire by ourselves."

boom!

"go!"

Fearful Sun suddenly emerged from the soil next to him, threw out the five immortal ropes in his hand, and flew towards Taishang Laojun.

The Immortal Binding Rope is his magic weapon to suppress the cave, but it is also a mass-produced item.

Um?

Taishang Laojun smiled slightly and felt better.

With a thought in his mind, six pieces of divine fire flew out of the furnace and met the fairy rope.

Wei Liusun's face was full of confidence. His Immortal Binding Rope was invulnerable to water and fire. Even the Three Flavors of True Fire...

ah?

The result was obvious, the immortal rope was turned into ashes. Lao Shang Laojun took a closer look and said with a bit of disdain in his eyes:

"The material is very ordinary, not as good as my golden rope."

Shrimp and pork heart.

Even though it is a mass-produced magic weapon, it is also the treasure of his Feiyun Cave, and it is actually very average!

"While we're at it, I still have to watch the fire."

Taishang Laojun waved the banana fan casually, and fearful sun only felt a hurricane coming, and he was floating in the sky. He couldn't even control his body, and he didn't even know where he would fly.

Can we also encounter difficulties? (End of chapter)