In a state of soberness, Song Renjia entered the flame space of the Great Golden Pill.

The golden flames were still dancing around like elves, and they seemed to be more spiritual than the last time. Song Renjia's consciousness wandered around in this space, looking for the figure of life.

'Daddy is coming, Daddy is coming. The immature voice came to Song Renjia's mind, but Song Renjia couldn't find anyone.

"Isn't it yet formed?" staring at the flames everywhere, Song Renjia muttered in a low voice.

"Daddy hug!"

Song Renjia: "......"

How to hold?

Suddenly, Song Renjia felt that he was wrapped in a soft and warm force, and this feeling made him feel like he was in contact with the baby's skin.

"Sure enough, there is no entity yet. Song Renjia sighed.

He stretched out his hand, opened his palm, and raised it in front of his eyes, as if a small hand was also facing his palm.

"Well, good baby...... You ......" Song Renjia suddenly remembered that he hadn't named him yet, and he didn't know how to call him.

Generally, babies are born with a body first, and then consciousness and wisdom. The life in the Song Dynasty is different, at this time he has consciousness, and he can still have a simple conversation, but he has no body yet.

This made Song Renjia neglect to give him a name.

"Are you a boy or a girl?" asked Song Renjia.

"I'm a girl, and I'm my father's little padded jacket. He got an answer.

Song Renjia didn't know who the baby's language was learned from, whether it was born with it, or if it was extracted from his memory.

But it's a girl.

"What's the name?"

"So smart, so caring, why don't you call Song Hui? Song Nuannuan? Or do you want to call Song Congcong?"

For a while, Song Renjia couldn't think of a suitable name.

"Besides, when it comes to naming the name, do you want to ask the Winged Fairy's opinion? Liyue should ask for a question. Song Renjia pondered.

"Dad. ”

The immature life suddenly manipulated the flames, forming a small dog around Song Renjia, running happily around him, with a cry, another flame formed a small three-legged golden crow, flying around Song Renjia.

"Do I look like this, or do I look like this?"

Song Renjia: "......"

"What am I going to look like?"

"Can you decide your future race and body?" asked Song Renjia.

"Yes, Dad. ”

"Then you must look like me. Song Renjia said firmly.

"Is that so?"

A flame flickered, gradually elongating, taking on the appearance of a teenager.

The young man was only a foot tall, but Song Renjia didn't look like he was himself, but he was very familiar.

"This looks like I was in junior high school, right?" he recalled for a long time before he remembered that he seemed to have such a photo in his home.

"Sure enough, did he learn his language and knowledge from my head?"

Looking at himself in junior high school, Song Renjia suddenly found that he used to be an excellent little milk dog.

"Be more feminine. Song Renjia prompted: "The face should be thinner, the lines should be softer, the eyes should be bigger, the mouth should be smaller, and there is ......."

After all, he is a boy, and if he wants to be a girl's face, he has to make some adjustments.

The face formed by the flames was constantly fine-tuned according to Song Renjiati's opinion. Song Renjia felt like he was doing 3D modeling, and it was like playing a game of pinching his face.

However, the final result was good, and a beautiful face with a seven-point resemblance of Song Renjia in his youth appeared in front of Song Renjia.

"Well, perfect. Song Renjia praised with satisfaction.

"Dad, it's so beautiful. The little padded jacket also admitted the face.

"Well, baby's face will be like this in the future. Song Renjia said, "By the way, there is still a ...... figure."

After another adjustment, Song Renjia gave her daughter a perfect figure again.

"When can you be born?" asked Song Renjia.

"Wait until the golden pill is ripe. The daughter replied.

"I'm afraid that the golden pill is ripe, that's my Heaven and Earth Righteous Martial Technique cultivation to the second level of Dacheng, right?"

"Yes, Dad. ”

"There is a fighting tower, it shouldn't take long. Song Renjia pondered.

"Come on, Dad!"

Listening to this pure voice and sending sincere blessings, Song Renjia's heart was full of pride. He was fighting again.

'Beat the fourth hurdle in one go!'

"Baby, Dad is going to work hard to cultivate, is he lonely?"

"Not alone, with puppies and birds. The daughter replied.

"Well, that's good. Song Renjia said softly, "However, after all, there are still too few." ”

He looked at the countless flames that filled the space, and with a thought, all of them jumped.

"Look, it's a kitten. ”

"Look, this is the big tiger. ”

"Look, it's a rhinoceros.

"Look, it's a big tree. ”

"This is the mountain, this is the river, this is the sea, this is the waves......"

Song Renjia manipulated the flames and formed all kinds of things in the space, like a teacher who taught children enlightenment education.

"Dad is so nice. ”

Countless small animals all moved, the big trees swayed, the rivers of flames rushed, the waves rolled, and Song Renjia used the flames to create a golden world.

That way, she won't be alone. Song Renjia nodded with satisfaction and withdrew from the Jindan space.

Outside the Great Jin Dan, five magic weapons rotated around the Jin Dan incessantly, the Ying Gong Halberd, the Buzhou Flying Sword, the Jin Ling Armor, the Wings of Tianpeng, and the mobile phone of the Demon Change.

His consciousness returned to the Fighting Tower, recondensed a transformed body, and stood in front of the door of the fourth level.

"Isn't this function of the Fighting Tower also a kind of clone?" Song Renjia pondered.

He learned to be like a dragon and had a Mahayana doppelganger. It's just that this doppelganger is permanent.

And a clone like the Douzhan Tower, which gathers and disperses at any time, Song Renjia will not have this kind of spell.

"I'll ask the Winged Fairy another day to see if I can learn this spell. Song Renjia pondered.

Pushing open the door of the fourth level, Song Renjia saw his enemy.

It's still a puppet of the Heavenly Soldiers, but it's gone from one to two.

One is a golem with a longbow and a quiver, and the other is a four-armed puppet with four daggets.

"A long-range attack, a close attack, there should be cooperation between them, right?" Looking at the pair of puppets in front of him, Song Renjia guessed.

"Is it the same for the Heavenly Court Heavenly Soldiers to fight?

"Whoosh!"

Song Renjia didn't want to think too much, and a fiery red arrow shot towards Song Renjia. The bow-wielding golem has already attacked first.

Song Renjia released five flying swords, shattering the arrows, and then the flying swords did not stop, and strangled towards the bow puppet.

There was a clanging sound, and the four-armed puppet stood in front of the bow-wielding puppet, and the short axe swung and slashed the five flying swords away.

"It's a lot of strength. Looking at the flying sword that was shot out ten meters away, Song Renjia raised his eyebrows.

"Whoosh ......"

Another series of arrows flew in, and Song Renjia danced the Ying Gong halberd, shattering them one by one.

"These two puppets, interesting. ”