Flood: The beginning becomes the world tree

In an undisturbed valley at the foot of Mount Buzhou, Xuan Chen came here with five apprentices.

Then Xuanchen’s gaze looked at Nuwa, followed by Nuwa’s home field, and Xuanchen directly handed Qiankunding to Nuwa.

“You guys have to be optimistic about my means, Senior Sister.”

Nuwa turned to Xi and them and said.

Xi He and Chang Xi also hope to roll their eyes, you better hurry up and create people, don’t waste time.

However, although they rolled their eyes on the surface and seemed to be dismissive, in fact, they were still very much looking forward to Nuwa’s next means.

Watching the mysteries of creation may also be of great help to their cultivation and enlightenment.

This was one of the reasons why Xuanchen wanted to bring them with him.

The Terrans have already been created in the Eternal Realm, so now Nuwa is familiar with the road, especially after becoming a saint.

It is still the Three Lights Divine Water and the Nine Heavens Resting Soil, coupled with the mysteries of the law of creation, and uses Qiankunding as a tool.

The human whip turned into a gourd vine flicked gently, and then countless Terrans were born, and in a blink of an eye, the number of Terrans had reached hundreds of millions, and Nuwa also stopped.

“The way of heaven is above, Wunuwa has glimpsed the mystery of creation, and now a new race has been created for the flood wilderness-the human race, looking at the heavenly way to learn it.”

Rolling thunderclouds surged above the firmament, and then the Eye of Heavenly Dao appeared, and the indifferent and ruthless Eye of Heavenly Dao looked at Nuwa.

A moment later, the Eye of Heaven’s Dao was hidden, and the endless Xuanhuang Merit Qi fell, most of it fell to Nuwa, and some of it was absorbed by the Creator Whip, and the Creator Whip also turned into the treasure of acquired merit.

Of course, this acquired merit is the most treasure, but it is far from being comparable to the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler and the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda.

“Don’t absorb merit, condense the merit divine wheel.” Xuanchen reminded Nuwa.

Nuwa nodded, and then condensed the merit divine wheel behind her, and then the suppression in the underworld completely disappeared.

“In the future, as long as you don’t do too much in the flood waste, with the merit in your body, you can guarantee that the Heavenly Dao will not target you.”

Xuanchen said to Nuwa with a smile.

Then Xuan Chen looked at the Terrans, now that the Terrans are just born, their luck is actually very weak.

Unless a race is naturally strong, luck will not be strong from the beginning, even if the future Protagonist of Destiny is the same.

The talent strength of the first batch of Terrans created by Nuwa is not bad, but it is definitely not a powerful race, so there is not much luck in the Terrans at this time.

But later, after the Terrans became the protagonists of the flood waste, the luck of the Terrans was hungry even for saints.

“We meet the Virgin Mary, the Virgin’s mercy, and the grace of creation will never be forgotten.”

“Alas, get up, the palace will shelter you for 100,000 years, and after 100,000 years you will be on your own.”

Nuwa suddenly sighed.

Originally, Nuwa still wanted to educate the nascent Terrans like the Eternal Realm, but as soon as she had this idea, she received a warning from the Hong Barren Heavenly Dao.

Nuwa did not trigger the vision of the Heavenly Dao, and there was no celebration of the Heavenly Dao, because although Nuwa was also a saint, she was not a saint of the flood waste, and the Heavenly Dao naturally would not help Nuwa celebrate.

“Thank you Lady Madonna.” The Terrans once again bowed to Nuwa, the Virgin who created them.

“What’s the catch?”

Xuan Chen asked Xihe, Chang Xi, and Wangshu, who seemed to have understanding.

“Only a little understanding, maybe it’s not enough talent, it seems to be of little use.” Xi He shook his head with a slight wry smile.

“Don’t deprecate yourself, how can a disciple of this figure not be talented enough.”

Xuan Chen laughed lightly, which of his disciples was not talented enough, looking at the entire Flood Wilderness, he was also in the forefront.

“Master, will the Terrans experience calamity in the future?”

When Nuwa created the Terrans, she had already deduced the future of the Terrans, and at this time she asked Xuanchen to find out if there was a solution.

“Naturally, if you want to rise, you must go through disaster.”

Xuan Chen nodded, if he wanted to get something, he had to give something.

“Is there a way to avoid that?” Nuwa couldn’t help but ask Xuanchen, and Xuanchen had long known that Nuwa would ask him this.

“The Heavenly Dao of the Flood Desolation World is not me, it is different from the Eternal Realm, this is the Heavenly Destiny.”

The calamity of Heaven’s destiny, Xuan Chen cannot change, unless Xuan Chen creates another race to replace the Terran race, then the Terran will not need to experience the calamity, but it will also not become the protagonist of heaven and earth.

“It seems that there is no way.” Nuwa was in a bad mood.

“If you want to rise, death and injury are inevitable, the Terran will not be extinguished, why think too much.”

Xuan Chen said indifferently to Nuwa, if you talk about the previous life, Xuan Chen is also a Terran, but for the future encounter of the Terran race, Xuan Chen will not do more.

Calamity is both a bad thing and a good thing, if Xuanchen really intervenes too much, it may cause the Terrans to lose their status as the protagonists of heaven and earth.

“Let’s try to keep as many people as possible then.”

After Nuwa knew that there was nothing that Master Venerable could do, she could only choose to do so.

However, Nuwa felt a little aggrieved, obviously it was a race created by herself, but she couldn’t interfere too much.

It is still good in the Eternal Realm, and the Heavenly Dao of the Flood Desolation is really too abominable.

Then Nuwa cast a mana and set up a barrier here that could last for 100,000 years.

These 100,000 years are the time for them to grow, and after 100,000 years, they are resigned to fate.

Nuwa can’t be a nanny all the time, and Heavenly Dao won’t allow it.

“Next, head to the Nether Blood Sea.”

Xuanchen has basically set foot in all parts of the Flood Wilderness, but the Nether Blood Sea, Xuanchen has really not been there, and the main Nether Blood Sea is really not a good place.

Pangu’s navel turned into a navel, blood waves rolled, fish and shrimp were not happy, birds and insects were not coming, and the anger of heaven and earth gathered here.

If the West is a barren land, then the Nether Blood Sea is a forbidden land, and even the Great Luo Golden Immortal cannot easily set foot on it.

The Nether Blood Sea gave birth to a total of two creatures, namely the Styx Ancestor and the Mosquito Dao Man.

The ancestor of the Styx River once heard in the Zixiao Palace, although he was low-key, his strength was extraordinary, and there were not many treasures in his hand.

Moreover, there are hundreds of eighty million blood god sons who have been refined, and the entire blood sea has been refined by the ancestor of the Styx, claiming that the sea of blood does not wither and the Styx does not die.

As for this mosquito Daoist, it is the blood-winged black mosquito of the Hong Desolate Ferocious Insect, a Flood Desolate heterogeneous species, born extraordinary, able to suck everything to achieve his own body.

Even the twelve-pin meritorious golden lotus can be sucked, but now that the twelve-pin meritorious golden lotus has come to Xuanchen’s hands, the blood-winged black mosquito does not have that opportunity.

“This place is disgusting.” Chang Xi smelled a smell of blood, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, the smell of blood was too strong, hundreds of times stronger than the smell of blood on the battlefield.

It is normal that all the blood of the flood famine is gathered here, and after the war, the blood that the flood famine seeps into the ground will come to the sea of blood through a special way.

To put it mildly, this Nether Sea of Blood is the largest garbage dump in the flood wasteland, especially the useless dirty blood is gathered here.

“It’s true, it’s not a good place.”

I’m afraid that in a place like the Nether Blood Sea, only the ancestor of the Styx River can adapt to it, and other people will definitely not be able to adapt to it.