Hong Huang: Zulong's will, I have a saint brother

It's a natural feeling.

Just like the entire prehistoric creatures, they would not think of being enemies with the lunar moon and stars.

"Monster clan?" Fairy curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

"I'm not a monster. I'm Changxi."

"I'm asking you, do you want to go in? If you want to go in, I'll take you in."

In front of the ghost wood ancestor.

Of course it is Changxi.

She wanted to come to join in the fun, but was "suppressed" by Xi He.

Although Longming later agreed to her coming, she worried that it would affect Nuwa's enlightenment.

But now she doesn't have to worry.

So I ran right away.

It turned out that the ghost wood ancestor was standing on the boundary line of the inner circle just in time.

For this one who dared to face the 3000 million demon army with his own strength.

The ghost wood patriarch who used his own life to make up for his mistakes.

Changxi was very impressed.

So I came to ask questions.

Hearing Chang Xi's words, Patriarch Guimu relaxed.

He didn't even know why he didn't doubt Chang Xi's words at all.

It seems that as long as it is said by the other party, it is a matter of course.

"Old ancestor... Pindao really wanted to go in, but he didn't have enough strength."

"If the fairy can help me a little bit, I will be grateful to the poor."

Changxi giggled.

"Come on then."

Say it.

A mass of moonlight wrapped the Ghost Wood Patriarch in.

next moment.

Changxi has brought the ghost wood ancestor to a certain water pool on the mountainside of Buzhou.

Nuwa is here.

Her whole body was enveloped in a radiance of the power of creation.

The endless power of good fortune flows and renders, dyeing the surrounding hundreds of millions of miles into a piece of pure land.

Nu Wa sat by the pool.

Obviously, it has reached the last moment of enlightenment.

The force of creation in front of her is constantly changing.

All kinds of creations are constantly appearing in it.

Then disappear again. www.Nu Wa knows her chance and creates something.

But what exactly?

She's stuck on this last step.

That thin layer of gauze, but has been unable to see through.

Chang Xi was also nervous and her hands were covered with sweat.

He wanted to step forward to help, but he knew what he would do at this time.

It will make Nuwa fall short.

The ghost wood patriarch didn't even dare to breathe.

The mighty force surging from Nuwa's body made Patriarch Guimu feel that he was watching a saint.

No.

It is even more majestic than staring at the Eastern Emperor Taiyi for a while.

The mighty power in Nuwa's body is not that of Donghuang Taiyi's unresistable but unwilling domineering.

It is a power that is even higher and makes the viewers willingly submit to the next.

great, holy.

Born clean.

Just at this time.

A stalwart figure suddenly appeared beside Nuwa.

"Master?"

Chang Xi suddenly opened her eyes wide.

It was Long Ming who came.

The appearance of Longming made Nuwa open her eyes.

But it didn't interrupt Nuwa's enlightenment at all.

"Master. The disciple is incompetent and cannot break through this last layer."

Nu Wa lowered her head in shame.

Long Ming smiled lightly.

"Incompetent? No, you're just not brave enough."

"You are my disciple, you are destined to surpass everything before."

"Dijun Taiyi is nothing more than uniting the scattered races and calling them demons."

"Zuwu and the others are borrowing the power of Pangu to continue the race. They are called witches."

"You are my disciple, why can't you create your own family?"

"Why can Pan Gu? You can't?"

Nuwa's body trembled slightly.

In fact, she had already realized her chance.

Create a family.

What else can prove the way of good fortune more than creating a family?

However, at this last step, Nuwa was afraid.

She is afraid that she will not do well.

The last person who truly created all races was Pangu.

And can I do the same thing as Pan Gu?

She was worried about not doing well and embarrassing Long Ming, so she didn't dare to take that step.

But Long Ming told her.

Why not?

Encouraged by Longming, Nuwa finally let go of her last knot.

Long Ming took out a ball of living and tumbling soil.

"This is the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil. Although it is not the top-level good fortune soil, it is enough for you to use."

Nu Wa took the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil respectfully, without asking where Long Ming got it from.

Anyway.

It is only natural for Master to show us anything.

In fact, Nuwa already had a plan in mind, so she was naturally quick to act at this time.

Since we want to create a family.

Then follow Master's appearance as the model.

soon.

36 clay figurines, half male and half male, were pinched out.

Each one is vivid and lifelike.

But Nu Wa felt that this speed was too slow.

She took out the congenital gourd vine that she had obtained in Kunlun Fairy Mountain.

This gourd vine has grown under the first spiritual root of chaos, the heaven and earth fruit tree these years.

Has completely transformed.

From the innate spiritual root to the chaotic spiritual root.

And has its own intelligence.

Appeared at this moment.

Immediately shines brightly.

The endless vitality rolled up a tornado of billions of feet.

Announced his birth to the entire prehistoric world.

then.

It saw Longming beside him.

Although that is just a projection.

The gourd vine trembled, and instantly absorbed all the light.

My whole body trembled.

Chang Xi burst out laughing.

If it wasn't for Long Ming being here, she would be rolling on the ground laughing.

Nu Wa looked helplessly at the gourd vine.

"Be serious. You come to my aid."

The gourd vine immediately fell into Nuwa's hands obediently.

Creation of vitality, rolling down. .

Chapter 157 Nuwa: You are a human race, descendants of the dragon with the chaotic gourd vine in hand.

Nuwa's momentum changed again.

Vitality flowed down from Nuwa's body.

Pour it into the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil.

Nine days, the breath soil grows in the wind.

Turned into ten thousand miles of fertile land.

Lively.

There are thousands of good fortune.

The chaotic gourd vine in Nuwa's hands fluttered up and down.

Stir that pool of spiritual spring water.