The Strongest Virtuous Saint in the Great Antiquity

Song Yun stood beside her and said intentionally or unintentionally: "You two lich clan, you kill me, I kill you, and I don't know when it will be a head."

Nuwa still frowned and said, "Song Yunzi, didn't you say that the two lich clans would lose both in the end, and both would eventually withdraw from the arena of this struggle for hegemony? It should be over by then, right?"

"That being said, this hegemony is a matter of calamity. How long the calamity can last is not something that the two clans can decide."

After Song Yun finished speaking, he looked around the prehistoric world and sighed: "Speaking of which, after Daoist Brother Pangu opened up the world, the world is either a lich or a demon, but it is much more monotonous."

Hearing this sentence, Nu Wa's thoughts were like a dam that had opened the gate and released water, and a strange emotion swept her brain instantly.

After being stunned for a while, Nu Wa nodded with a feeling: "It's really too monotonous..."

But she didn't say a reason, and Song Yun didn't plan to tell her directly that your mission is to create people, so seeing that she didn't take the initiative, he patiently continued to accompany Nuwa to hang out slowly.

They went all the way to Buzhou Mountain, and they saw more and more lich battles on the way, more and more bloody, but fortunately, the two of them had a high cultivation base, whether it was the witch clan who didn't know the number of days or the demon clan unruly. Tam, most people know that the two of them are not easy to mess with, and the two of them have no intention of interfering, so most people intuitively ignore the two of them.

As for some idiots who were red-eyed, they were naturally killed by Song Yun. Anyway, his murder is not related to cause and effect...

On this day, Song Yun and Nuwa had already climbed the Buzhou Mountain, and there was no more fighting here.

No matter how daring the two lich clans were, they did not dare to directly attack Mount Buzhou. This was the greatest disrespect to the Great God Pangu. Their clan would not be so stupid.

However, after Nuwa climbed Buzhou Mountain, she could clearly overlook the surrounding land. She saw that within a thousand miles of Buzhou Mountain, there were killings everywhere, and the land was devastated.

Nuwa's heart was filled with compassion, and she sighed sympathetically, "What a pity, what a pity, these two lich clans have made this world too much trouble."

Song Yun nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, these two clans have indeed gone a bit too far, so neither of his two clans will succeed in the future, and will eventually be rejected by Heaven."

Nuwa closed her eyes and sighed. Suddenly, Song Yun felt an obscure aura from Nuwa's body slowly emitting, and another great pressure came directly.

At this time, Nuwa suddenly opened her eyes and said, "After all, the world is too monotonous, I want to create another family, and make the world clear and bright!!"

After finishing speaking, Nuwa looked at Song Yun and said, "Song Yunzi, wait for me a moment, I will come when I go."

Song Yun nodded and smiled: "Sister, just go."

Nuwa nodded, and then floated away. After a while, Nuwa flew back again, but took out a piece of soil from her hand. , but the soil grows when it sees the wind, and it becomes a huge piece in an instant.

Song Yun knew at a glance that it was Jiutian Shi Yuan, a rare treasure and one of the most important props for Nuwa to create a human being.

Then Nu Wa took the soil in her hand and threw out another thing, but it was a clear and transparent liquid, it was Sanguang Shenshui.

The so-called three lights are sunlight, moonlight, and starlight. The divine water that condenses the power of the three is of course extraordinary.

After the soil was mixed with Sanguang Shenshui, it turned into a mud ball. Nuwa came off the stage in person and stretched out a pair of hands as white as jade. image of.

After pinching for a while, Nuwa was not satisfied, and then threw it into the mud ball again, and after mixing it up, she began to fabricate again.

The clay ball had changed many times in her hands, but it still couldn't satisfy her. Nuwa's heart slowly began to become anxious.

Song Yun suddenly said at this moment: "If you don't know what kind of image you should make, why don't you make one after your sister's body."

Nuwa's eyes lit up when she heard the words, and she couldn't help but say, "Good idea!"

Chapter [-]: Successful creation

】 Chapter [-] Success in creating a man, Song Yun beheads five corpses, the strongest meritorious saint Chapter [-] Success in creating a man, Song Yun beheading five corpses. After listening to Song Yun's words, Nuwa imitated herself The appearance of a fabricated little man came out. The little man has the same body and appearance as Nuwa, but the child seems to have no soul. Although it was created, he closed his eyes and could not speak. verb: move.

Seeing this, Nuwa frowned and pondered. Song Yun immediately smiled and said, "Sister, this clay figurine only has a body without a soul. Naturally, it won't move. You have to give them a soul."

"Soul?"

Nuwa's brain flashed after hearing this, so a drop of blood essence condensed and floated towards the little man. After the blood drop slowly merged into the little man's body, the child suddenly seemed to have life. , her whole body began to change.

Then she slowly opened her eyes, and from her eyes, Song Yun judged that she already had her own sanity.

"It really works!"

Nuwa was overjoyed when she saw this, and was greatly encouraged, and then she fabricated a few more imitating the girl.

But here comes the question, whoever needs to pay attention to a harmony of yin and yang, now Nuwa only fabricated women and no men, how should this race continue?

So Song Yun said again: "Sister, if this race wants to continue, it must complement the yin and yang. Now it only has yin and no yang, but why?"

"That's the truth!"

Nuwa nodded suddenly, and then fabricated it by imitating several male monks she had seen.

I don't know how long it took, there are already hundreds of people created by Nuwa, but now the problem comes, Nuwa's blood is neither the rain in the sky nor the river flowing in the ground, even in the lake. When you are exhausted.

And Nuwa was tired enough to make hundreds of human beings by hand. She looked around and saw that there were not many of those villains, and a few hundred people could not be called a group, but she was about to collapse from exhaustion.

At this moment, Nuwa suddenly remembered a withered gourd vine she had picked up when she was wandering around Buzhou Mountain that day, so she took it out, and then used the gourd vine to dip the mixed nine-day breath. The mud of soil and Sanguang Shenshui, and then swayed freely like this.

Thousands of mud dots flew out from the gourd vine, and after falling on the ground, they turned into human beings of different men and women.

And these people were not given blood essence by Nuwa herself, but in the process of swaying, they directly injected a trace of soul through great magic power.

Although this method seems extremely convenient, the human beings created are inferior to the previous hundreds.

But no matter what, it is also the innate Tao body.

After Nuwa used the gourd vine to sway several times, tens of thousands of people were created like this. At this time, Nuwa seemed to understand something, and then she stood up to create people, looking at the tens of thousands of quilts. The creatures created by oneself were filled with emotion, and as soon as the blessing arrived, they couldn't help but say, "In this way, you will be human!"

As soon as the voice fell, a deafening thunder sounded in the air, and the clouds seemed to be pushed aside by someone, and the golden light of merit condensed, and Song Yun could roughly estimate the golden light of merit this time just by looking at it with the naked eye. The content is quite huge.

It can be said that the golden light of merit this time has been seen by Song Yun, second only to the merit of Pan Gu who created the world.

After all, this is the merit of creating human beings. It is precisely because of human beings that there are so many stories in later generations.