The fairy cultivator is doted on by the six-year-old cubs

Chapter 215 The God of Creation
"Yang'er! Yue'er? How is it possible? How is it possible? Bi Jiong lied to me? Lied to me—"

The remnant soul suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of determination, and he spoke very fast: "The ancestral land of the Bi family! Tianyan Mountain! Menghui Valley! Biqiu Island! Diluowan! Qingshixia! Baishi mountainside! Don't tell them, they have me Such...mother..."

"Crackling——" there was an explosion, and the White Youhun Lamp cracked...

The remnant soul was burned to ashes in an extremely painful way.

At the same time, Bai Jiaojiao planted the last formation flag, and the faceless stone statue exploded with a bang, the rockery collapsed and several people were pushed far away by the force of the explosion.

"Ow—"

A howl that did not sound like a human voice sounded in the void, and a fine line was cracked on the crystal coffin. The person beside the coffin got up to check and stroked the fine line. Instead of worrying, the corners of his mouth turned into joy Laughed.

"Mother, mother...you are already starting to be unsuitable..."

Even though they have seen many inhumane horrors in the burrows, the situation in the belly of Baijia Mountain still makes several people silent.

The corpses hung upside down on the dome seem to have gone through thousands of years. Thousands of corpses, from dead bones to new corpses, without exception, each one is of profound merit. There are mortals, monks, old people, and young children... …

What made Bai Zhizhi and the others even more distressed to the point of suffocation was that the two corpses in the nearest row were none other than General Lian on the bridge back then and the old man Youchong who played ants to them...

The insect eggs and exercises left by the two overhauls have almost saved most of the prehistoric world. They have never had a chance, so they would say thank you in person. Every time they recalled it, they were still looking forward to the next meeting. When we met, it was already a yin and yang separation...

"No more, there is no trace of soul here..."

"What are these inhuman things trying to do?"

Silence, lingering among the few people, was almost suffocating. At this moment, the hearts of the little girls were too heavy to utter a word. After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Xianbao's slightly hoarse voice sounded.

"Look! It's ants! It's Grandpa Chong's ants! Are they writing?"

A small group of thin ants crawled out from the ground. There were few ants, and they quickly formed a character "Zao" with some strokes missing, and then formed another half of the character, staying in place...

"Dead... dead..."

"Um………"

Xiao Qianlan carefully looked at the ants for a while, forming half a word, "It's a word for God! God-making?"

"They want to create gods? How dare they be called gods after sacrificing so many man-made things? Why dare they? Why do they?
God of shit!God of shit!Huh...Grandpa Chong, Xian Bao hasn't talked to you yet, so please say thank you..."

With tears in his eyes, Xiao Xianbao wanted to step forward and untie the old man's body.But the moment her fingertips touched the corpse, there was a sound of "poof," and the old man's whole body shattered, turning into bits and pieces of powder and disappearing...

The golden powder fell down profusely, but completely avoided several people as if consciously.

As if receiving some signal, the subtle but heavy sound of "噗——" and "噗——" can be heard endlessly. In a short time, the corpses on the dome turned into gold powder more than a foot deep on the ground...,
The people standing under the group of corpses were firmly protected, not even a speck of powder touched them.

"Are Grandpa Chong and General Lian protecting us?"

"Maybe everyone here..."

"The first batch of dead bones belonged to the Bai family. Look here is something!"

"What is it?"

"ring?!"

"It fell out of the remains..."

"There's more!"

Miraculously, in this cave where no soul can be found, those things that were so tightly hidden fell into the most conspicuous places one by one.

An old ring, a beautiful earring, a small lock with longevity written on it, a small stone, and a jade tablet the size of a fingernail.The word "life" is engraved squarely on it.

Bai Zhizhi took the jade tablet silently, and pressed it lightly in the palm of her hand. If she hadn't guessed that Bai Yanhe Bisheng was her and sister Xiaotang's parents, she always thought that she appeared in this world suddenly, but she never expected The truth learned is even crueler...

Under the setting sun, several people sat side by side on a bluestone step, all a little silent.

After the corpses exploded, the Heaven Sacrifice Formation disappeared, and several people buried the ashes of those regardless of each other on a hillside with a good view.

The beautiful scenery is temporarily absent, and the entire Bai clan land is devastated at this time, and there is no trace of fresh green.

But there's them too... isn't it?

This trip to Bai Zhizhi and the others is quite fruitful. The storage ring is full of books collected by the Bai family, which are very complete and valuable. Many of them are skills, skills, and history that have been lost in the prehistoric world... …

These books show the prosperity and strength of the Bai clan back then, but now there are only a few of them in the Bai clan...

What made them even more suffocated was the longevity card and the earring, and the longevity lock was a solid piece of gold, probably those people didn't like it...

However, Bai Zhizhi found a small picture stone on the longevity lock, which was recorded as a baby's Zhou Catch Ceremony...

The little guy was born with a full heaven and a round earth, a face of blessing, a bright red tiger-head jacket, dressed like a festive little red envelope.

The little guy's goal was also very clear, and he went straight to the little wooden sword.

There is no sound on the screen, but judging from the kid's glowing smile, the family members must be very happy.

However... Seeing such a scene on Chi Yuhou's ashes is really ironic. A cultivator has a good memory, and Bai Zhizhi clearly remembers the bones in this position. The bones are faintly golden, and her stature is still very small ...

Such a small child has such profound merit, either it is the blessing of the family who has accumulated good deeds, or the child is the reincarnation of a person with great merit, but ah... that child may not even be able to see the world clearly, so he has become one of those beasts Evil Sacrifice...

The ear-dang recorded it more clearly... The owner of the ear-dang hangs very close to the milk doll, and the point of the picture is the milk doll who is still in a red robe, festive like a little red envelope...

In the picture, the little guy has the same eyebrows and eyes, and his stature is a little bigger. He looks about three or four years old.

The ear bell completely recorded the picture of the little guy who was hanged upside down from struggling to save himself to the final scene of despair and silence.

During that long period of time, the little guy never cried. Only at the last moment, when he looked in the direction of Erdang, he seemed to notice the difference in Erdang. The little guy showed a very complicated expression, and his lips moved. After a few clicks, it stopped moving.

"Creating God..."

"God-making! God-making! God-making again! What kind of god are they going to make? Plague God?"

(End of this chapter)