In the Nine Heavens, there is also a land between chaos and desolation, and Fuxi is listening to Nuwa talk about the opportunity to become holy.

"Sister, I didn't expect that the avenue that the Gods Mansion was striving for was almost completed between your inadvertent actions. I'm afraid those chaos beasts will go crazy if they know that my sister is so powerful, haha! Fu Xi grabbed a handful of branches in his hand and laughed heartily.

"Brother, you have been studying the art of deduction, can you help me calculate the opportunity for sanctification and miss that chance?" Nuwa's mind is no longer about loneliness or companionship, but about the opportunity for sanctification.

"And let me do the math!" After Fu Xi finished speaking, he closed his eyes and meditated, and threw the wooden stick in his hand.

This handful of forty-nine wooden sticks, after throwing them out, Fu Xi observed around this wooden stick, and as he concentrated on observing, the invisible computing power linked the avenue, and a mysterious and mysterious aura rose.

The placement of the wooden stick was extremely messy, Fu Xi's brows were frowning, and the wooden stick seemed to reflect the chaotic picture of heaven and earth, orderly and without a trace. It seems to be unpredictable, and it is like a hidden mystery.

"Strange, dangerous, this is the way, difficult, variable, my way of deduction is still lacking!" The forty-nine sticks on the ground made Fu Xi look a little flustered, and the only remaining branch in his hand suddenly broke, as if to indicate some unknown turn.

"Brother, what's the problem?" Seeing this, Nuwa couldn't help but ask softly, and a pair of eyes showed a faint worry.

Fu Xi slowly opened his eyes, and his deep gaze looked through the intricate array of wooden sticks, as if he had seen a mystery beyond heaven and earth. He smiled indifferently, but there was a trace of solemnity in his voice that could not be concealed: "Sister, the road to holiness is originally full of unpredictable storms and clouds. The placement of this stick shows that there are many unresolved variables, and even I can't fully deduce them for a while. But there is no need to worry, there are no immutable laws between heaven and earth, we still have time and opportunities. ”

When Nuwa heard this, a flash of firmness flashed in her eyes, and she nodded: "Since this is the case, then we are not in a hurry for this time." I am willing to travel through the wilderness again to observe all things and understand the way of heaven. Perhaps, in the hustle and bustle of the human race I created, I can find the missing glimmer of opportunity. ”

After Nuwa finished saying this, a gust of Nine Heavens Xuan Wind blew, and the branches on the ground that were used for divination were swept away by the wind, and Fu Xi suddenly changed color: "No, you can't go!" This hexagram has yin and yang, mountains and land, and wait quietly, don't interfere, that wisp of opportunity is in the avenue. ”

"Shall not the people whom I have created, if I do not inquire about them, affect my word?"

"I can't answer you, because I know the gossip and don't finish it, but the result tells me you can't go! Unless you are willing to cut yourself off from the path of sanctification. Seeing Nuwa's hesitation, Fu Xi couldn't help but ask again in an accentuated tone: "Which one do you choose between Shengsheng and the villain you created to relieve loneliness?" ”

"That's it, I'll rebuild it in the future!" After Nuwa finished speaking, she felt that she had lost something.

At this time, under the nine heavens, in the vast continent, especially on the banks of the great river, there was a special willow tree standing alone. The bark of this willow tree takes on a dark brown color, but occasionally shimmers with silver in its lines, as if hiding an endless mystical power. The trunk is slender and hard, and each texture seems to have been precipitated over countless years.

It has a broad canopy with blue-green leaves that stand out from the rest. The edges of each leaf are surrounded by a pale gold border, which looks like a piece of natural gold-edged jade. In the breeze, these leaves sway gently and make a pleasant bell sound, which is refreshing.

Under the willow tree, there is a willow branch that has been left behind. This willow branch is very different from ordinary willow branches. It is about three feet long, and the whole is a jade-white color, revealing a strange luster. The lines on the branches seem to record the process of creating humanity together with Nuwa, and each line embodies a strong history and divine power. Especially at one end of the branch, there are a few leaves left, also with a pale gold border, which looks like a work of art carved by heaven.

A trace of helplessness and panic passed through Yuan Hao's heart. The events in the flood were changing so quickly that they were beyond his comprehension. These newborn Terrans in front of them are just a group of ignorant children, who are full of curiosity about the world and do not know how to survive. How can we protect them, guide them, and let them live and work in peace and contentment on this vast continent?

He tried to calm himself down, and secretly said in his heart: "Don't panic because of the predicament in front of you, there is always a way." At this time, he suddenly thought of the Xuanhuang Incarnation Sutra that he had inexplicably obtained. I don't know if it contains a way to teach the Terrans and lead them to grow.

Yuan Hao sank into his consciousness, just like eating and drinking naturally. Soon, he communicated that there seemed to be a golden stream in his consciousness, which should be the power of merit shared by Nuwa's creator Yuan Hao.

In his consciousness, the two Dao techniques were like two bubbles of golden light.

Yuan Hao concentrated his will on one of the bubbles and blessed his soul: "The Xuanhuang Incarnation Sutra focuses on the cultivation of the body, and it can temper the body to the limit!" ”

Then the will was concentrated on that golden occasion, and he suddenly knew that this was the power of merit, which could be used to assist in cultivation, help oneself quickly master the exercises, and enhance one's affinity with the Great Dao of this realm.

Just when Yuan Hao was immersed in consciousness knowledge, a strong sense of crisis suddenly struck. He hurriedly looked around, only to see the humans around him standing dumbfounded, their eyes full of fear, as if they had been stunned by the sight before him. A large black shadow descended from the sky, its claws grappling at a human, ready to take off. At this moment, the willow tree by the river suddenly shone brightly, and a long willow strip shot out of it in an instant, like a thunderous fury. The wicker quickly wrapped around the giant bird, throwing it off balance. Under the restraint and attack of the wicker, the bird was forced to let go of its claws and threw the person down.

The bird was huge, with inky black feathers like the night sky, and its wingspan obscured the sky. The head is like a bird of prey, the eyes are red, and the pupils are like fire. The sharp beak has deep lines on the side, the iron hook-like claws are extremely sharp, and the back is long and feathered like a crown, and after being repelled by the willow tree, he still looks at the crowd on the ground reluctantly.

The newborn humanity flocked to the wounded people in clusters, and although they had just been born and had not yet fully awakened their minds, the concern and concern were clearly in nature. People's movements are chaotic, or dancing with their hands, or their bodies are shaking slightly, their figures are staggered in the sun, but they are not stepping and pushing, Yuan Hao's vision is mixed, looking at this group of new lives who are in a panic and have no ability to defend themselves, it is difficult to calm down.

Unlike most of the newborn humans, the eighteen humans fabricated by Nuwa herself were more like real "adults", their eyes were clearer, and they seemed to have more knowledge of the world. They stared anxiously at Yuan Hao, as if hoping to find some kind of answer from him.

Particularly striking was one of the women, who bravely walked up to Won Hao, grabbed his hand tightly, and made an urgent voice with her mouth that had not yet learned to speak, her eyes full of longing and pleading.

Forget it, it's important to save people. How is it also a life, Yuan Hao looked at the picture of Bai Huahua in front of him, and his current image of being naked, and let go of the hand covering the special part, it's just that, it's not cold anyway......

"Hey! Feed! Feed! Excuse me! "Yuan Hao, as the first human being born, has the exercises of systematic rewards, although he has not yet cultivated, but his voice is loud, coupled with the charm of the language, he can understand the meaning of some words, and the crowd around him seemed stunned.

But in the blink of an eye, these people turned their heads and surrounded the injured humans who fell to the ground.

"Holy! You sand sculptures......" Yuan Hao began to look around in a blink of an eye, and saw that the eighteen newborn humans were still looking at him, so he waved at them.

"Come here, come! That's right, it's you, yes, and you, don't look at it, come, yes! Right! Take two steps, come on! "This is eighteen people with high intelligence, plus Yuan Hao has the skill of general language charm, and speaking can make them roughly understand what it means.

These eighteen people stood beside Yuan Hao stupidly, and the anxious woman still pulled Yuan Hao's finger and pointed in the direction of the person who fell in the crowd.

Yuan Hao couldn't break free for a while, and then saw the willow branch that Nuwa had left on the ground. He saw the picture of the willow tree fighting the monster just now, walked two steps, and picked up the willow branch, this broken branch must be more powerful than the willow tree itself, after all, it was Nuwa who broke it off, and also participated in the great project of creating people.

"Xuantian creates willows, and creates people with great merit." A trace of invisible merit power was forcibly consumed in his consciousness, and Yuan Hao also knew the treasure in front of him.