Chen Mo has been silently pitted by the Emperor Fuxi without knowing it. There may be a chance to stay behind. If you leave, you will undoubtedly die. This is a very simple multiple-choice question, and Chen Mo does not have a choice problem.

What makes him most happy is that the Emperor Fuxi really gave him his Hetu Luoshu in such a generous way. This is a real benefit, compared to the jade magic pill that he had fortunately obtained before. I don't know how many times it is precious.

If you use Hetu Luoshu as a reward, I am afraid that how many emperors will rush to help you do things.

However, it was precisely because of this that it explained how difficult it is for Chen Mo to help next. The Emperor Fuxi was willing to send it out even Hetuluo, which seemed to have explained everything.

Of course, since Chen Mo had already decided to help, he would never think of shrinking back, not only to repay Fuxi for helping him deduct the secrets of the secret and donating the river tuluo book, but also for his own life.

"Let's talk about it, how can I help you, the immortal emperor, a young monk of the Golden Core Stage?" Chen Mo said with a wry smile. Even now, he still doesn't think he can help Fuxi much.

Fuxi looked at Chen Mo with admiration, thinking that Immortal Emperor Donghua was indeed a person with a unique vision. He could find such a good seed among all the beings. Why didn't he meet such a person before?

Observing a person can't just look at the surface, but should look at the inside. Fu Xi saw the unyielding and stubbornness in Chen Mo's heart, and saw the bravery and decisiveness in his heart.

"There is only one chance. If you fail, then this world will not exist. Your relatives and friends will all be killed in this disaster, and you are the first to bear the brunt." Renhuang Fuxi said.

"I know the dangers very well, so you don't need to repeat it with me again." Chen Mo said, "Just tell me how I should help you."

Fuxi laughed dumbly. He didn't expect that he would be stunned by such a hairy boy, but he didn't care, and said, "The power of this dragon vein is too strong. Even if I am not injured, I am afraid I can't take it down smoothly. What's more, I have been seriously injured. In so many years, my soul and dragon veins have fought for many times. At the beginning, we were evenly divided. Then gradually I lost more and less. And now, I almost It's hard to beat it."

"This also means that I am getting weaker and weaker, but it is getting stronger and stronger. My soul is no longer its opponent, and my body is not strong enough to bear its spiritual sense, so I need you to The spiritual knowledge of the dragon veins is contained in your own body. I will help you to completely refine it. After the time, the dragon veins have no spiritual knowledge. Naturally, they can refill the entire world, and the earth will eventually return to its former glory."

Fuxi was quite simple to say, but Chen Mo was shocked when he heard that, a minor repairer with a small gold core cultivation level, would he take a great emperor-level spiritual sense into his body? And what about refining it?

"What an international joke! No, what a cosmic joke! Do you think it is possible to succeed?"

"Yes!" Fuxi said affirmatively: "I have deduced the possibility of this matter, and the possibility is very high!"

Seeing Fuxi speak so confidently, Chen Mo's heart was also relieved a lot, and he asked quickly: "Then you deduced, do you know how high our success rate is?"

Fuxi frowned and thought about it carefully, and said: "I can't figure out how much it is because of your fate, but according to my rough estimate, the success rate must be more than one in ten thousand!"

"What? How much?" Chen Mo thought there was a problem with his ears and asked.

Fuxi put up a finger and said triumphantly: "The success rate must be more than one in ten thousand!"

"..."

If it wasn't for worrying that he couldn't beat him, Chen Mo really wanted to give Fuxi a hard punch. This success rate was one in ten thousand, so why are you so amazing? Are you still very proud?

In Chen Mo's opinion, what is the difference between this one in ten thousand success rate and death?

Although Chen Mo is unwilling to accept this fact in any way, the fact is that, whether you believe it or not, it will not change.

Chen Mo did not have the right to choose, he could only passively accept this unacceptable success rate argument.

One in 10,000 is a ray of hope!

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, we must do our best to enlarge this glimmer of hope wirelessly!

"Then, let's start!" Fuxi said calmly, with no sorrow or joy in her eyes.

He got up from the dragon's head, his white hair, like a skirt, moved with the wind, forming a white snow silk in the wind.

"War on the four directions, conquer the eight seas, and the world will be wiped out a little light; holding Ge, wearing armor, blood splashing for eight steps!" Fuxi sang the ancient war hymn loudly, and the endless vicissitudes of life were revealed in the singing. The heroic and decisive that will never go back.

The white hair like a skirt danced messily in the air, covering the huge dragon head, like a large intertwined net, which was a net for catching dragons.

The white hair grew crazily, and soon the whole dragon head was wrapped, and the endless white light came on, illuminating the Tianshan Mountain and projecting directly into the sky.

"Look! There is a white light in the sky!"

Just tonight, people all over the world saw the bright light in the sky. It was a light more beautiful than the Milky Way jade belt, and it was a light more holy than the divine light.

Countless people walked out of their homes and looked at this white light infatuatedly. The believers of any sect knelt on the ground piously and humbly, and promised their unfulfilled wishes to the white light. They were amazed by the power of God. They clamored loudly for their belief in gods. They firmly believed that this was a miracle manifested by the main **** they enshrined, and they could find words in various classics to prove it.

Astronomers from various countries began to monitor the white light frantically, and the whole world was shocked by it.

"Where did the white light come from?"

"The white light contains the power that can destroy the world!"

"Is it an alien invasion or a miracle manifestation?"

"Are the stories in myths and legends true?"

"The energy in the white light is stable and unstable. Will it have a bad effect on the world?"

"Where should mankind go, should it be prepared to face the emergence of the end of the world?"

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Just before human beings had the answers to these questions, a dragon chant went straight up to the heavens!

It was the real dragon's roar, the sound of the dragon in the rumors of the dragon clan. This terrifying dragon roar was heard by the whole world. Only then did people suddenly discover that the dragon clan's legend about the dragon turned out to be true!

"Look!" someone pointed at the white light in the sky and shouted, "There is a dragon in the white light!"