The so-called old noodles refer to the noodles that make the noodles, which are called noodles in the north, and some places are called noodles. It is a small ball of noodles left when the noodles are steamed and steamed, and because there are a lot of yeasts in it, it is used as a strain the next time the noodles are made.

The reason why Zhang Zifan has this kind of thing in his hand is, of course, because when he was in the fairy world, he also wanted to eat pala.

This piece of old noodles was still taken from Xiao Daotong.

Zhang Zifan feels that his little Taoist is simply omnipotent, except for not being able to draw a beautiful eyeliner for himself at the moment, he can do almost anything.

"It's really reluctant, that piece of divine face was given by an old man, and now it is given to Senior Brother Styx, I hope it can be carried forward!"

Zhang Yadaojun stood thirty-three days away, looking at the northwest direction, and sighed deeply.

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At the same time, the depths of the sea of milk.

The Styx Ancestor sat upright on the milky white ground, holding a gray-white object in his hand, while a lengthy instruction manual appeared in front of him.

This manual is a method that the Styx Ancestor has spent hundreds of years studying and man-making, and has incorporated his own improvement plan.

"Well, the first step should be to mix these Nine Heavenly Breaths with the natal essence of my milk sea. ”

With a wave of his hand, the Styx Ancestor waved his hand, and the "Nine Heavens Resting Soil" in his hand was sacrificed in front, and it rose in the wind, becoming a vast area of several acres.

With another wave of his hand, the Styx Ancestor drew another stream of water from the Milk Sea, turning into rain and falling on the "Nine Heavens Resting Soil".

"Milk God Dafa!"

The Styx Ancestor raised his eyebrows, the silver light around his body was magnificent, and thousands of milk god doppelgangers leaped forward like meteors in the sky.

Each of the Milk God Sons turned into the appearance of the Styx Ancestor, picked up a large wooden hammer, and began to quickly and evenly hammer and knead the "Nine Heavens Breath Soil" and the Origin of the Milk Sea.

After about half an hour, the Styx Ancestor was exhausted and out of breath.

After all, operating tens of thousands of doppelgangers at the same time to knead and hammer together is a huge consumption of chakra.

Even a milky sea demon like him is starting to lose his strength at this moment.

However, the reaction of the appearance of the "Nine Heavens Rest" also made the Styx Ancestor very satisfied.

I saw that the "Nine Heavens Breath Soil" had absorbed enough of the origin of the Milk Sea, and it actually swelled up slightly at this moment, which seemed to contain vigorous vitality.

"Sure enough, as the old man expected, the race created by the old man is not comparable to the human race in terms of innate conditions!

The mixed Nine Heavens Rest Soil thing used by the human race was nothing more than the blood of ordinary immortals, and what the old man used was the origin of the Milk Sea.

When the female snail created a man, she simply waved it with a long whip, but the old man created this species by using the supreme Dafa to transform hundreds of millions of clones into a step-by-step kneading and mixing!

Whether it's materials or craftsmanship, how can the female snail child compare with me!"

Thinking of the smugness, Styx couldn't help but laugh.

After laughing for a while, I saw that the "Nine Heavens Rest" had become slightly inflated, and I thought that it was already full of milky white positive energy.

Styx hurriedly wiped his sweat, calmed his breath, and ordered his clones to start making people out of the soil.

This creation is another hour.

Looking at the tens of thousands of white and tender villains in front of him, although the Styx Ancestor was already very tired, he became more and more satisfied.

He looked up at the manual.

"Hmm...... After the female snail child made a clay figure, it was baked with a lotus lamp to make the clay sculpture finalized, and the human race could be born.

There is indeed no such treasure as the Baolian lamp, and this treasure is really the weakness of the old man.

However, the magic weapon is not enough, and the magic power will make up!"

Styx took a deep breath, opened his mouth and took another sip of the water of the Milk Sea to replenish his strength, and then, he cheered up and shouted:

"Milky fluorescent!"

I saw that more than 10,000 Styx clones were all glowing with light, like more than 10,000 gas bulbs, and began to bake the "Nine Heavens Rest" at close range.

Because it was born from the fluorescence of the Golden Crow, the Styx's light escape technique actually had a very low heat production rate.

Fireflies can convert 90% of biological energy into light energy.

That means that less than ten percent of the Styx Ancestor's energy will be converted into heat.

Therefore, even if 10,000 Styx clones exert their strength at the same time, the temperature of the "Nine Heavenly Resting Soil" will only slowly rise to about 170 degrees.

"I can't do it anymore, fellow Daoists, please bear with me!"

"Me too, see you next time!"

"Slipped!"

More than 10,000 Styx clones have disappeared one after another into white smoke, and the body of Styx has reached the point of running out of oil.

"Give me a moment longer!"

Styx Ancestor's body was vain and pale, but he still struggled to maintain his light.

Time passed minute by minute, and the Styx Ancestor had become distant.

His eyes were blurry, and various buzzing noises were produced in his ears.

All kinds of auditory hallucinations appeared, and Styx felt that there was not a drop of his Yuan power.

At this time, he seemed to smell a fragrance in the haze.

The taste is so real, it seems to be the taste of the yellow flour bun made by my mother during the Chinese New Year when I was a child.

Styx couldn't remember how long it had been since he had smelled such a scent, and he smelled his mother.

No, it's more fragrant than the yellow flour bun made by my mother.

Swallowing his saliva, Styx took a deep breath of turbid breath and stuck to his Dao heart: "This fragrance is just an illusion demon, I have been ascending from the Nether Realm Cultivation Dao for 100,000 years now, how can I not be strong-willed because of a mere heart demon?"

Can......

But it's too fragrant, isn't it?"

Finally, the Styx Ancestor opened his eyes, only to see that under the fluorescence, a white and fat, slightly golden villain had gradually taken shape.

"It's so fragrant, who can withstand this!"

Styx grabbed the nearest villain next to him and gnawed off half of his head in one bite.

It's delicious.

However, just as Styx was about to take a second bite, the villain came to life.

The fat white man was missing half of his head, but he didn't realize it.

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Thank you Father Ancestor for the grace of creation, and create my Shura Bread Clan!

Then, three more Shura loaves were formed, which happened to be two males and one female.

They jumped in front of the River Styx, knelt down and said, "Shura Bread Clan, meet Father Ancestor!"

Styx wiped the bread foam from the corner of his mouth, and his face was cloudy for a while.

This Shura bread clan looks very weak, huh?

Is it really strong for the human race?

Will it be preyed upon by the Terrans?

The Styx Ancestor was not sure.

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