However, at this moment, Zhang Zifan suddenly noticed that a stubborn little red figure was slowly flying towards Buzhou Mountain.

The figure was so small, staggering in the thick of black smoke.

Zhang Zifan's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that a mere mixed yuan saint could do this.

That is a terrible natural disaster that even Hongjun is helpless and can only make an exception to ask the true god for help!

The saint is immortal and immortal, this is indeed the rule of heaven in this immortal realm.

But this does not mean that the saint has no desires and no desires, and does not know how to seek benefits and avoid harm!

Such a terrible miasma, as long as you take a breath, what if you are a Mixed Yuan Saint?

The mouth and nose are still runny, the internal organs are burned, and life is worse than death!

But on the girl's face, which was already full of gray and black, there was no hesitation, and there was only the gap in the mountain that was billowing with a vicious miasma.

......

The female snail was originally living in front of the Huoyun Cave, accompanying her brother's grave and reciting scriptures.

But on this day, she suddenly had heart palpitations inexplicably, pinching her fingers and calculating, it turned out that the human race was in trouble.

Knowing that her talent was far inferior to that of her talented brother, but without his wings, Snail sorted out his manuscripts and taught herself some divination techniques.

She couldn't tell what she was learning these for, to deduce the heavenly chances, or to talk about comfort?

But I didn't expect that today, this divination technique came in handy.

Extrapolating such a thing as the crisis of the human race is far from going against the sky like deducing the way of heaven.

As a saint of the female snail, there is no backlash.

Still, she frowned.

For the Terrans, the snails originally used it only as a tool for their own preaching.

But now, the human race has a different meaning for her.

That's the shadow he left behind......

When she came to the land of the Terran clan, after the female snail asked the Terran elder what had happened, she simply said, "I know." ”

After that, the female snail set up the hairpin and headed towards Buzhou Mountain.

"Long live the female snail mother!"

The Terrans below fell to their knees, their voices shutting down.

This is the Virgin of the human race, simple words, but inexplicably reassuring.

And on the hill not far away, a man wearing linen clothes, carrying a roll of animal skins and a hunting bow on his back, gently put down the pheasant that had died with an arrow in his hand, and stared in the direction of the sky.

He raised his right hand and put it in his mouth, letting out a sharp whistle.

A velociraptor with a saddle saddled sprang out of a bush of sheep's tooth ferns.

The man stepped onto the velociraptor and, with a flick of the reins, disappeared into the mountains and forests.

......

Zhang Zifan made a small hole at each end of the space, and the smoke began to slowly discharge.

But around Buzhou Mountain, this discharge is meaningless at all.

Even if Zhang Zifan had extinguished the firewood, the endless poisonous smoke still continued to overflow from the cracks.

The figure of the female snail is already crumbling, and she has to resist not only the poisonous smoke that corrodes her heart and lungs, but also the heat that spills through the cracks to burn her skin.

The red hydrangea has gradually emitted green smoke, and it seems to be about to ignite at any moment.

The nine-colored embroidered handkerchief that was originally stained with water and covered his mouth and nose has also been completely dried up.

But the female snail still didn't mean to stop, she took out the Lingbao Four Seas Bottle from her arms.

This is also the treasure she took from the teacher's treasure rock that day, which can hold the water of the four seas.

When the bottle of the four seas is turned over, blood gushes out.

These were collected when she vomited blood, and now they are released, staining her body with blood to ward off the fire poison.

In this way, the female snail flew forward desperately, and finally Buzhou Mountain was already vivid.

The original immortal mountain full of vitality has now become a purgatory on earth at the foot of this mountain.

Countless birds and beasts have become pitch-black, charred corpses, piled up in the valley.

The female snail protected her whole body with a blood-stained red hydrangea, bowed to Yingying thirty-three days away, and said, "Teacher help me!"

In the main hall of the True God Temple, Hongjun Daozu raised his eyelids and sighed slightly: "I might as well ...... too"

With that, he stretched out his old hand like a dead tree, grabbed the big tripod with incense and candles in front of the statue and threw it downward.

......

The Qiankun Ding, which flew from the sky, happened to fall on the smoking crack.

The female snail thanked the teacher and threw all the 361 multicolored stones obtained from the Fenbao Rock into it.

However, Xu was too anxious, and one of the multicolored stones jumped out of the tripod and rolled down the mountain and went nowhere.

The female snail didn't care about it, and continued to use the residual heat of the earth fire to boil the multicolored stones in all directions.

A moment later, the stones glowed brightly, turning into a glassy liquid.

The female snail picked up the liquid with a hairpin and threw it towards the crack in Buzhou Mountain.

Before it could solidify, the remaining Nine Heavens of Soil was taken out and mixed with it to form an incomparably solid concrete covering crack.

After three days, the female snail finally filled up the entire crack.

At this time, a familiar golden light passed through the rolling black clouds in the sky that had not yet dissipated, and fell on the female snail.

......

Meanwhile.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host, Nuwa's side quest to mend the sky has been completed, and the degree of completion is high!"

Zhang Zifan didn't understand why the completion of this female snail mending mountain, which was obviously 108,000 miles away, would be higher.

Maybe it's because, from the beginning to the end, I didn't have any leadership and participation in this incident at all.

The female snail mends the mountain, not for merit, without distracting thoughts, but simply wants to do this thing well.

Pure, perhaps, is also one of the evaluation criteria.

But in any case, at this time, Zhang Zifan no longer cares about these things, and he has no time to check his merit value.

Because he saw that the stubborn little red figure finally used up the last bit of strength and fell towards the cliff.

Compassion is shared by everyone.

Rao is Zhang Zifan often looks at people and things in the fairy world with a game mentality, and he can't help but worry about her at this time.

Although I knew that the saint was immortal and the goddess was immortal, I still instinctively wanted to reach out and take it, but it was too late.

At this moment, a vigorous velociraptor quickly jumped out of the mountainside.

On the velociraptor dragon, a man in sackcloth held the fallen goddess firmly in his arms.

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