Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

"Besides, the most important thing for my brother now is to retreat and kill the corpse as soon as possible, so as to become a late-stage quasi-sage."

"If someone can really kill me, it's useless for you to follow."

Fuxi's face was full of black lines, didn't this mean that he was weak?

Filial piety is dead.

Hearing Nuwa's words, Fuxi couldn't stop her, so he could only let Nuwa leave.

Fengqi Mountain is above Buzhou Mountain, so Nuwa came to the foot of Buzhou Mountain after leaving the Taoist temple.

She didn't use any mana, but wandered under Buzhou Mountain.

Looking at the majestic Buzhou Mountain, her heart gradually calmed down.

Unknowingly, Nu Wa came to a Wu tribe.

The people of the Wu clan are rough and aggressive, but they are proud of the Wu clan.

From this, Nu Wa sensed a trace of luck.

Suddenly, an inspiration flashed in Nuwa's mind.

"Why can't I create a race?"

"This race respects me, and the power of countless luck has come."

"Even, you can also get the merits of heaven."

Nuwa realized that she had obtained the method to become a saint.

The law of good fortune, isn't that the ability to create creatures and extend life?

As long as a race is created, she is sure of sanctification.

Worst of all, it is also sitting on one side of power, which can be used to fight against the two Liches.

Nuwa continued to travel, trying to infuse the law of good fortune into the spirit wood and spirit grass, so as to evolve creatures.

But along the way, she had enlightened countless creatures, but she still couldn't realize it.

And in a fit of rage, she killed the lives she enlightened.

Before she knew it, she came to a river.

Nuwa squatted down and looked at the clean river.

The smooth mirror-like water surface reflects Nuwa's peerless face.

However, there was a trace of sadness between the brows.

Looking at herself in the water, Nu Wa stretched her hand into the water unconsciously.

As soon as it touched the water surface, there were layers of ripples.

The self in the water disappeared.

Nuwa pondered for a moment, and suddenly realized something.

I saw her fish out a ball of river mud and hold it in her hand.

Seeing He Zhong's own appearance, he squeezed.

After Nuwa's efforts, the ball of mud became a clay figurine.

Nuwa injected the law of good fortune into the clay figurine.

Before she could react, the clay figurine exploded.

Nuwa's face was ugly.

Immediately afterwards, she pinched dozens of clay figurines.

This time, she slowly integrated the law into the clay figurine, and injected a drop of blood.

The clay figurine, as if it had life, took two steps forward.

But before Nuwa could be happy, the clay figurine collapsed to the ground.

That trace of divinity also disappeared without a trace.

"What is missing?"

Nuwa thought for a while, and she watched the clay figurine bewitched.

For a whole hundred years, Nuwa just sat there.

Every time, she was about to seize that slight chance.

But unable to do what he wanted, he could only watch the opportunity fly away.

The woman couldn't help getting angry, and simply crushed all the clay figurines.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, you are in good spirits."

"Let's play with mud here, hahaha..."

A Taoist came to Nuwa from the edge of the cloud.

The sudden sound made Nuwa terrified.

I have been making clay figurines, but forgot to release my consciousness.

Nuwa raised her head and looked at the Taoist.

"Kunpeng, it's you, what are you doing!"

Nuwa quickly opened the distance, and sacrificed the red hydrangea and the map of mountains and rivers.

"I have met Senior Sister, Junior Brother, I am here to help Senior Sister become holy."

A kind smile appeared on Kunpeng's gloomy face.

"what?"

Nuwa was puzzled.

As a demon master of the Yaozu, Kunpeng would be kind enough to help him if he was not staying in the Yaozu?