Konoha's Professional Raven Breeder

Chapter 198 Preparing for Mass Production of Pangu
Zixiao Palace

Azmis fiddled with a bunch of sophisticated instruments, and after some smooth operations, he finally condensed a bowl of essence that emitted colorful light.

Hongjun squinted, "This is the most delicious food you said? Why does it feel so sticky?"

Azmis patted his chest, "Don't worry! I am the result of big data. Don't you see this colorful light is attractive?"

There are many kinds of colorful items.

You can put it on the Christmas tree to look good, and you can put it on the phoenix bird, but you put it on the food.

I really dare not speak.

Swain snickered, "Try it, you're sure to like it."

Hongjun glared at him depressedly, "Your brother should invite you first."

Azmis is very upset, why don't you believe me, let me take a bite first, vomit~
"Sorry to interrupt. Let's talk about the resurrection of Pangu.

The big data collection has been completed. I used my super brain to eliminate some useless data. Now the data on the panel is only missing a stable source, and it can be placed in chaos and wait. "

"What do you mean by root?"

"In Honghuang's words, it should be the body of a god and demon."

Swain curled his lips, "You might as well not say it. Where can I get you a demon body..."

In the middle of speaking, it seemed that he suddenly remembered something.

It seems that Houtu should have it.

"Whole or pieces are fine."

Azmis projected a size "About this big."

About the size of a mooncake.

It seems that there are not many, there should be.

"You wait for me here, I'm going to hell. Buy an orange and come back."

Hongjun nodded and said in his heart, sooner or later I will know what this means.

Hell
Houtu turned into an old woman, distributing Mengpo soup, looking at all kinds of people, feeling life.

Walk across the Naihe bridge, drink a bowl of Mengpo soup, forget the fireworks of Sansheng, and turn to the suffering world.

Suddenly, a male ghost dressed in white drank a bowl boldly, smashed it into pieces, wiped his mouth, "I can't forget it! Have another bowl!"

With a wave of her hand, Granny Meng returned to her youthful appearance, with beautiful legs, ahem, a beautiful woman.

Smiling, he rounded up the broken bowl and filled it with "please."

"No! I still can't forget it! Come again!"

"Please!"

"Come again!"

"Please!"

"Come again!"

"Why can't this little brother forget?"

"You love me, I love you, Mixue Bingcheng is sweet~"

"Uncle, are you interested?"

"Haha, follow me!"

Separated an avatar to continue to share the soup, Houtu smiled and came to the middle of a sea of ​​flowers on the other side.

The ghost behind Swain also wanted to try it, and subconsciously broke the bowl after drinking it.

As a result, he was slapped to death.

"Who else wants to try?"

In the sea of ​​flowers on the other side
Houtu has gone through thousands of generations, and the smiles on the faces of hundreds of millions of people have lived up to the calmness they had when they were seeking Tao.

Mortal dust will really blacken everyone.

So is the saint.

The red color of Bianhua flowers everywhere drifts into the distance with a gust of wind.

Pay close attention to the direction in which the petals are floating. The opposite of the long red river is reincarnation.

"Uncle, do you have something to say?"

"Is the body of the Chaos Demon Ape still alive?"

"It really does, you?"

"I want to resurrect the Great God Pangu."

"You will take Xing Tian away later. As a carrier, he must be better than a corpse."

Xing Tian:? ? ?
Swain also smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

Hou Tu went on to say, "Don't worry, for Father God, this is a trivial matter. By the way, there is the bone of Father God in Pangu Palace, isn't it better than the body of god and demon?"

"You are really rich, saying that the dragon clan is rich all over the world is far from you."

Hou Tu smiled lightly, "Everyone is mortal, after death is a piece of dry bones, wealth is naturally useless, not to mention that I am a descendant of Father God, what is the dragon race?"

"Then it's no problem, leave it to me, let's go back to Zixiao together..."

After Swain said this, the natives disappeared, and when they saw it again, they flew to the sky with the Pangu Temple on their shoulders.

"Is this more urgent than me?"

Hou Tu's heart for the resurrected Father God is definitely far more than anyone else.

Sanqing claimed to be a descendant of Pangu, but the first disciple of the Taoist sect came first, and the only one who really remembered Pangu firmly in his heart was the only surviving ancestor witch.

No one knows how much a woman bears.

What a big deal it is to resurrect the greatest belief and existence in my heart.

in chaos
Hongjun looked at the Pangu Temple which was getting closer and closer, wondering why Houtu wanted to move the ashram out of the sky?Won't you tell me first?

"Short bastard! Why didn't you say it was to resurrect the great god Pangu! Has the Pangu Temple been scanned? Can the data be complete without scanning?"

Azmis kept his mouth shut, how do I remember that I almost killed me because I wanted to scan the Pangu Palace, I would have been scum if it wasn't for Tongtian to stop me.

Women change too quickly.

It's better to be Gavinxing's woman, who doesn't think about anything and concentrates on research.

"No need, it's fine now. Have you brought the root I want? Such a big body of a god and demon."

Houtu respectfully took out a piece of Pangu's bone, which was bigger than a person.

Azmis was happy, and jumped up excitedly, "Great! Now we can batch it! There must be at least one hundred successes!"

Houtu was stunned, "What do you mean? You mean to directly resurrect a hundred father gods?"

Azmis nodded in disbelief, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Hou Tu fell into deep thought, so which one should I believe in?

Azmis doesn't bother with you.

After a robot takes over, it directly injects the pre-prepared data.

Divide evenly into one hundred equal parts.

Small unmanned merit machines are deployed around Zixiao Palace.

It was suddenly felt that the whistling chaotic wind had stopped.

A hundred embryos formed a circle autonomously.

Then synthesize one.

Azmis slapped his head! "It's broken! I forgot to consider autonomy! Now there is only one left. Although it is fast, it is a big loss! There is only one experimental material left, so I have more..."

All of a sudden, Azmis felt a chill down his back.

That was downright killing intent.

Saint's killing intent!
Hongjun waved his hand, dispelling Houtu's coercion.

"It doesn't matter, he is just such a person, he doesn't trust anyone except Swain, he doesn't respect him. If you don't look at him, you still have to look at my brother, right?"

Houtu snorted coldly, "Even if you are an uncle! You can't insult Pan Gu!"

Swain's voice sounded behind Houtu, "What is insult? Wouldn't it be good for Azmis to create more Pangu? Don't you think you are too selfish? If you have brothers and sisters, you won't let Father God have two. son?"

Hou Tu was so ashamed that he almost drew his sword and cut Swain.

That is, can't beat it.

Are you talking about people?

This is equivalent to saying that your father is so lonely, and I will create a few more fathers for you, which means the same thing.

"If he fails! You'd better keep an eye on him!"

Azmis is leisurely and leisurely, with scientific dedication, how can he be afraid?

The air of chaos surrounding Zixiao Palace gradually thinned out. Although it was still a piece of chaos, there was no source of power.

The root of Pangu's resurrection had already turned into a huge white egg, springing up with vitality, gradually absorbing the breath of chaos, waiting for a new life.

(End of this chapter)