The villain of Kuaishou is my treasure

[Hey, the hand-kneaded ones are indeed different in terms of sophistication from the ones that are mass-produced! ]

9527Looking at the increasing number of people gathering at Lingpan, he couldn't help but feel emotional.

【After this incident, Nuwa was regarded as a saint! 】

【The first one! 】

Xiao Rao smiled slightly.

The so-called 'God of Creation' may be like Zhiyuan, who re-opened up the chaotic world like an egg, established the heaven and earth, and created the world, or like her, who nurtured the emerald green world from 'nothing' to 'something' and created it all over again.

Create a new world.

He can be called the God of Creation.

However, people like Nuwa, who created a living being from nothing in the "created" world, can be regarded as saints, and their status is second only to the way of heaven.

Live as long as heaven.

[Here it comes! ] Xiao Rao suddenly raised her head and spoke softly.

At the horizon, the sunlight that illuminates all things seems to have consciousness. It falls from the sky and gathers on the bank of the Ling River, forming a huge spiritual river with bright red light. The golden cloud of great merit also gathers towards Nuwa quickly like a whirlpool, and the whole world seems to be boiling.

A sound of joy came from somewhere.

It seemed as if the sky and the earth were rejoicing for Nuwa who was about to become a saint.

"Oh, she really got there first!"

In the clouds, the Buddha quietly watched the birth of the "human race", with mixed feelings in his heart.

He had always thought that the first one to become a saint would be one of him, the Demon Lord, and the God of War. After all, they were the "direct descendants" of Zhiyuan's God of Creation, and they sat at the front of the six "holy seats" in the Yunxiao Palace. It was obvious that they were favored by the Great Dao, but now...

It's only been a short time since Dadao finished preaching the sutra. They have just become quasi-saints and are slowly beginning to explore the threshold of becoming a saint. But Nuwa has already succeeded?

How did you think of creating humans?

"If you are not as skilled as others, you must admit it!" Compared with the Buddha, the God of War was obviously more open-minded. He smiled and looked at his two 'brothers', "We must also work harder!"

"That's natural." The Buddha put away his thoughts.

"Tsk!" The Demon Lord curled his lips and stood with his hands behind his back.

An endless sense of frustration rose on Xiji and Wuliang's faces.

[Sister Rao, Sister Rao, are they going to cause trouble?] 9527 noticed it and quickly reminded them.

Xiao Rao glanced sideways, a hint of sternness flashed across her eyes, then quickly disappeared. She only smiled faintly and glanced at Zhi Yuan who was quietly staying in the emerald green world, [I say, why don't you 'eat' them first? ]

【I'll give you some supplements too! 】

Zhiyuan didn't say anything, just smiled back warmly.

"Mother!!"

"Mother!!"

"Mother!!"

As Nuwa threw more and more little humans on the banks of the Ling River landed in groups, densely surrounding Nuwa and shouting. However, the time for her to become a saint never came. The great golden cloud of merit in the sky always hovered over Nuwa's head, but it just wouldn't descend.

Fuxi felt secretly uneasy and even began to want to curse.

However, Nuwa closed her eyes and continued to create humans without saying a word.

This creation lasts for ten days and ten nights.

Countless human men and women appeared on the banks of the Ling River.

Xiao Rao roughly estimated that the number was at least hundreds of thousands.

[Wow, they have become the largest tribe in the prehistoric world just like that!] 9527 grinned, half-heartedly "surprised".

Black Fatty pricked up his ears and glanced at the humans. [99, although there are enough of them, their strength...]

He paused and sighed: [It’s not that I look down on the human race, but even though there are hundreds of thousands of them, just one meow can wipe them all out!]

That’s right, although the new human race is huge in number, its strength can definitely be described as vulnerable. Among all the creatures in the prehistoric world, the weakest race is hundreds of times stronger than humans.

All the immortals in the ancient times scattered in the clouds beside the Ling River all pay attention to the fact that Nuwa created new lives and became a saint. As for these new lives - the human race.

No one took them seriously.

But they are just ants, weak ones can be destroyed at any time.

[Who would have thought that the future world would be dominated by humans! ] Xiao Rao sighed.

At that time, Nuwa was exhausted and so tired that she could hardly lift her hands.

In fact, for a quasi-saint like her, waving the Willow of Fortune tens of thousands of times and kneading the "clay figures" was not worth mentioning at all. She shouldn't have felt exhausted or even "tired", but this time, for some reason, she really felt as if her whole body had been drained.

Unable to squeeze out even a bit of strength to create even one more person, Nuwa finally stopped.

She seemed to have some realization in her heart, knowing that the time had come for her to become a saint, and she no longer "created" more.

She looked at the tribesmen kneeling on the ground all over the mountains and calling her "mother", and an idea flashed in her mind. Suddenly, she stood up, looked up at the sky, and declared with a serious face!

"The way of heaven is above, and the wild world is below. Today, I, Nuwa, am here, using spirits as form and myself as a god, to create a new race between heaven and earth, and give it the name 'human'. From now on, the rise and fall of the human race, life and death, are all connected to my cause and effect!"

The meaning is quite obvious.

——I created the human race, and I will protect it.

——Whoever dares to touch them is touching me!

The quasi-saint who created the human race gave humans the confidence to survive in the primitive times. With Nuwa, the currently weak human race can also survive.

Therefore, it was confirmed that the new life would not be born today, but would be exterminated by some ancient creature tomorrow because its left foot stepped out of the spiritual river first. Between heaven and earth, the mysterious avenue finally sent down the golden cloud of great merit belonging to Nuwa.

'boom'.

There was a loud bang.

A huge golden cloud of merit descended from the sky like a pillar of light, directly covering Nuwa, who had a human body and a snake tail. The light was so bright that even Nuwa's tail could not be seen.

Fuxi was also "pushed" out by the golden cloud of merit, and together with the God of War, the Demon Lord and others, he stared at the scene in amazement.

“That’s a lot!!”

Xiji couldn't help but click his tongue!

The amount of this golden light of merit is second only to the creation of the world by the great god Zhiyuan! !

"When we become saints in the future, will we have as much merit and golden light as we do now?" The Buddha whispered to himself.

Under the infusion of a huge amount of golden light of merit, a little bit of it was separated and fell directly on Fuxi who was standing beside him. It was obvious that the Heavenly Dao recognized his merit of "protection".

The people around seemed to be thinking about something.

The golden light of merit descended from the sky made Nuwa transform rapidly. In the heaven and earth, the pressure of the first saint in the prehistoric world spread out. At this moment, all the living beings in the prehistoric world, even those who did not come to the banks of the Linghe River, felt it.

In the ancient world, every place was filled with boiling spiritual energy. Golden lotuses emerged on the ground and blossomed one after another. The sky was filled with red clouds and thousands of auspicious colors.

The entire prehistoric world was celebrating the birth of a saint.

Moreover, all the creatures in the ancient world, whether they were newly formed humans or ordinary races that still maintained their animal form, and even the five quasi-saints including the God of War and Buddha, all knelt down involuntarily.

The only two people standing between heaven and earth were Nuwa, who had just become a saint, and Xiao Rao, who was hiding in the dark.