"It's done!"

Nuwa stared at the work in her hand, this time it was not pinched out of a haze, but Nuwa herself retouched it little by little.

Looking at the villain in her hand, Nuwa felt like her own child, full of loving brilliance.

A dense light began to appear in the clay figure's body, and the light became stronger and stronger, and Nuwa's eyes were a little unable to open.

A gust of wind blew, and the clay figure grew in the wind, turning into a height of nine feet, equivalent to three meters in later generations, and Nuwa looked a little petite in front of it.

The skin on her body began to change, and finally formed like Nuwa's innate Dao body, pale yellow, long hair as black as ink fluttering in the wind, and her face was similar to Pangu, not as strong as Pangu, but there was a handsome beauty, full of masculinity.

"Meet the Virgin!"

The clay man knelt down and prayed.

Although he knelt down, he was still half a head above Nuwa, and Nuwa had no choice but to rise into the sky and look down at the clay figure.

"Get up!"

Nuwa nodded, and the moment the clay figure bowed, Nuwa had already realized that this was her mission.

"You should remember it, you are born with an innate Taoist body, and you can call it a "human"!"

Nuwa spoke again.

"Step aside!"

The birth of "human" is the general trend of the Heavenly Dao, and Nuwa is the medium through which the Heavenly Dao creates the human race, and as a medium, Nuwa naturally benefits a lot.

There is only one person, how can it be called a clan? Nuwa looked at what Heavenly Dao seemed to be brewing, and naturally knew what was going on.

A long whip appeared in her hand, it was the innate gourd vine, Nuwa waved it gently, and the gourd vine danced like a spiritual snake, flying above the Nine Heavens Resting Soil.

Clusters of mud flew out, and when they fell to the ground, they became small clay figures, and the first person who was born first leaked a curious look on the side, and felt very kind to those clay figures.

In just a few moments, the Nine Heavens had been exhausted, and in their place were two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine clay figurines, plus the first one, exactly three thousand.

Like the first clay figurine, these clay figurines all grew up in the wind after birth, but they were not as tall as the first one, and their appearance was relatively ordinary.

"Meet the Virgin!"

Again, they all bowed to each other.

Nuwa beckoned them to get up and asked,

"Do you have a legacy?"

Three thousand terrans, you look at me, I look at you, with a puzzled face, and finally Nuwa asked,

"Our Lady, what is inheritance?"

Nuwa was stunned when she heard this, although this human race was created by her, she was the host of the Heavenly Dao, how could there be no inheritance?

The divine thought swept towards the three thousand human race, and Nuwa frowned, which was a little different from what she imagined.

Nuwa had the impression that since the human race was a natural race, it had its own special features, and under her observation, she found that although these human races had adult-like bodies, their minds were like children.

There was no trace of inheritance in her mind, and Nuwa pinched her fingers and calculated, and finally understood the truth.

Although the human race is an innate Dao body, it is an acquired race, so there is no Heavenly Dao inheritance, and Nuwa has not deduced the special features of the human race.

Looking at the three thousand Terrans in front of her, she had a little headache, and Nuwa didn't know what to do with the Terrans.

The human race was created by her, and ordinary children are ordinary, but the human race is so weak, but Nuwa can't do anything.

He himself is still in the mire of the lich, unable to take care of the Terrans, and through observation, Nuwa also discovers a miraculous thing.

The human race has no cultivation and mana, but there is something similar to the primordial god, which has never appeared in the innate race.

The innate race, first has the origin, then the spiritual wisdom is born from the origin, and finally the original god appears, in order to step into the immortal path.

That is to say, since the birth of the flood wilderness, those who have primordial gods must have mana, and even those who have spiritual wisdom have some mana.

The lowest cultivation realm of the flood wilderness is the earth immortal, and no matter how bad the heel and foot transformation is, it is the earth immortal, but like the human race, it is unheard of.

The magic of the human race made Nuwa dare not decide easily, and while she was thinking, a vision suddenly appeared in the sky,

The auspicious clouds were dense, and the sky was bright and rainy, and a large area of auspicious clouds began to gather above Nuwa's head.

And the flood famine once again appeared in the projection of the Heavenly Dao, and the entire flood famine saw the holy Nuwa at the foot of Zhou Mountain.

"Sister, sister, really good luck!"

In the heavenly court, Fu Xi was awakened during his cultivation, and suddenly saw Nuwa under the projection of the Heavenly Dao, thinking that it was the punishment of heaven, and only after taking a look did he understand that this was a sign of merit.

"I don't know how my sister gets merit, and I don't see her announcing the desolation?"

Fu Xi wondered again.

It is also the doubt of all the great powers of the flood wilderness.

Heavenly Dao projection, the flood has appeared many times, but every time it is either a heavenly punishment, or someone announces the heavenly way, in short, it is enough to alarm the flood famine.

At this moment, there was no sign at all, the power of the desolation was still in retreat, without a trace of induction, and he was awakened and had already seen Nuwa under the projection of the Heavenly Dao.

"What does this Nuwa want to do? Could it be that she wants to disobey the instructions of the Dao Ancestor and start a war against us?"

Nuwa was in Zhoushan, born with a vision, the ancestors were the first to find out, and just about to go over to ask, they noticed the flood of heavenly projection, so they watched patiently.

"What does it matter what she does? Didn't Hongjun say that the demon clan was not allowed to enter the desolate land? Nuwa herself sent it to the door and was killed by us, presumably Hongjun couldn't find a reason to stop us!"

It is the fiery Zhurong.

Di Jiang Shang was jealous of Hongjun, and he was honored as a Dao Ancestor, but Zhu Rong didn't care at all.

Last time, I have been haunted by Hongjun's injury, and Shi Chen gave them exercises, and Zhu Rong can still maintain a trace of respect for such a rough person, and he doesn't have such a good attitude towards Hongjun.

"Don't talk about it!"

Candle Nine Yin stopped.

Who of the Twelve Ancestral Witches doesn't hate Hongjun? He also hates, but since the birth of the Ancestral Witches, they have experienced so much, and they have already learned a lot, and they are no longer as stunned as before.

"Humph!"

Zixiao Palace, Hongjun snorted coldly, he naturally knew what Zhu Rong said.

When the cultivation reaches a certain level, you will feel when your name is mentioned, especially for people like Hongjun, who are in line with the way of heaven.

And Zhu Rong was still outside the Pangu Hall at this time, unable to shield the Heavenly Dao.

However, Hongjun just snorted coldly, but did not make any other moves.

Whoever scolds himself has to take care of it, and he won't be busy all day. Shi Chen clearly said that the lich would be of great use in the future, and Hongjun had to care.

Without mentioning the reactions of all parties, in front of everyone's eyes, a mass of Heavenly Dao merits about 500 acres in size fell from the sky.

Countless powerful eyes are almost straight, Emperor Jun's heavenly marriage and the appearance of the demon are the two times that Hong Huang has obtained the most merits, but they can't compare to what Nuwa got this time.

The mighty said secretly in their hearts,

"It's not for me, just give it quietly, why bother projecting it to make people greedy?"

Nuwa's eyes also leaked a look of surprise, she didn't expect that there would be so many merits this time,

The merit of 500 mu is divided into three parts, eighty percent enters Nuwa's body, one component is on the gourd vine, and one percent is distributed to the three thousand human races, of which the first born human race gains the most, and one person fights alone for seventy percent.

Only then did the great powers pay attention to the 3,000 Terrans, and at the same time, they also deduced that Nuwa had created the merits of these 3,000 Terrans.

Those who have received merit are wrapped up in it, apparently absorbing.

Even seventy percent of the ten percent is enough for the living beings to easily reach the Da Luo Golden Immortal, but the first person has only reached the Golden Immortal, and the remaining merits are automatically turned into the Golden Wheel of Merit, hanging in the back of their minds.

Such a peculiar phenomenon made the onlookers even more wondering, what is so special about this new race?

The innate gourd vine absorbs merit the fastest, and has successfully turned into a merit spiritual treasure, Nuwa is still absorbing, and the gourd vine is coiled next to Nuwa, as if guarding it.

At the same time, Nuwa's momentum soared, diverting the gaze of the great power of the desolation away from the human race.