As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

"Brother Zhiming, do you want him to take over your nest and raise a god?"

Watching Chen Zhian continuously shooting out Yuan Shi, forming a mysterious mountain and river formation on the lonely grave, Tu Ang, as a member of the God Clan, quickly realized that this was a place to nourish the spirit.

However, he did not think that Chen Zhian could succeed.

Even when the world was first created, not every place for nurturing spirits could breed innate gods and demons. Most of the time they could only become divine source veins and mines.

At that time, the world was vast and boundless, and it was created by nature.

In the end, only nine gods and demons were born.

All the gods and demons that came after that were descendants of the nine innate gods and demons.

For example, Tu Ang himself, his ancestor was conceived in the Nurturing Land. He was the first Golden Crow in the Great Wilderness. He was a powerful emperor at birth, like the sun across the sky, named the Red Emperor Golden Crow, illuminating the East China Sea Fuzhou in the Great Wilderness at that time.

He governs the entire Fuzhou territory, including heaven and earth.

The territory under its jurisdiction is about a hundred times larger than the current Great Wilderness.

In the vast wilderness at that time, even a saint who could shrink mountains and rivers could not reach the end in one day. Only the strong ones in the emperor realm could reach the end with their true bodies wherever they thought.

At that time, there were more than a thousand places for spiritual cultivation, and the time and place were all favorable, but only nine gods and demons were born.

Nowadays, the world is only a small place, and the heaven and earth are broken and the Tao is incomplete, so how can it be possible to raise a god?

Not to mention Chen Zhian's pitiful cultivation and the mountain and river formation formed by the scraps of divine power, it was nothing but wishful thinking.

"It's not about nurturing a spirit, it's about nurturing a corpse."

Chen Zhian sprinkled the last of the soil on the lonely grave and shook his head, saying: "If I'm not mistaken, you were also kept as a corpse by someone, but you were chosen by fate to be resurrected from the dead, which caused the Zhoutian Xingdou Sacrifice Formation to become unstable and fail.

What I want is that failure!"

"You want to use the Battle of the World to reopen and let him develop divine consciousness?"

Tu Ang glanced at Chen Zhian and said in confusion: "You should know that the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Festival has been completely destroyed. Even the world seeds of Zhu Lu Tian Xia have been taken away by... that person. The Yang Shen Land has become a dead place. There is no chance at all."

"Just a thought."

Chen Zhian did not explain.

The reopening of Holy Ruins, or Zhulu Tianxia, is the general trend, and the mastermind behind the scenes just brought the time forward.

My eldest brother said that within sixty years at most, the world will be conquered again.

Become a brand new world.

By then, with the help of this favorable wind, Ouyang, who is known as the immortal saint, may have a chance to become that one in a blue moon.

Of course, this is just Chen Zhian's wishful thinking.

After respectfully lighting three incense sticks, Chen Zhian retreated a hundred feet away, looked at the lonely mound and said slowly: "The terrain of the spiritual nourishment land is natural, and the mountain and river formation diagram I set up earlier is enough to activate it.

But my cultivation is too low, and once someone gets close, the formation can be easily destroyed.

So I need a killing array, at least to block the killing array of the saints!"

"What do you need us to do?"

Ye Qingtian stood up shakily, holding his sword.

"Moving the killing array."

Chen Zhian said, "Senior Ye, just rest and recover. Brother Tu will take care of this matter."

As he said this, he turned around and looked at Tu Ang who was trying to slip away with a bitter face, and said with a smile: "Brother Tu, if you can help me, when we go to the Great Wilderness, I will give you a mountain that is not inferior to the ancestral temple of the imperial clan, and let you establish your own sect."

"You're right, don't fool me, brother."

Tu Ang's bitter face suddenly turned into a smile. He agreed happily, picked up his quasi-imperial weapon, the Spear of Life and Death, and rushed into the killing array.

He transformed into an ancient god with wings growing from his ribs. He raised his hand and the laws of nature fell like rain, isolating the killing formation from heaven and earth and began to move mountains.

Soon a killing array was brought in.

Speaking of strength, even Ye Qingtian, who has now seen the end of his sword path, may not be a match for Tu Ang.

Not to mention that with the help of Chen Zhibai, Tu Ang has reached the pinnacle of the holy realm.

Not even a bit weaker than the Buddha who lived two lifetimes.