As for the fate of the Shura Bread Clan, the Styx Ancestor had a close relationship with him, and always felt that this would be the beginning of a tragic journey.

Looking at the few bakers who were white and fat, and in some places were still roasted until golden brown, Styx felt a little hungry again.

But no matter what you say, it's your own child.

As the saying goes, tiger poison does not eat children, and the ancestor of the River Styx held back his appetite and used his magic to seal his sense of smell and saliva secretion.

Sighing, he pointed to the bread man who was missing half of his head at the front, as well as the two men and a woman behind him, and said, "Since you were born first, I will crown you as the Four Heavenly Kings of Shura Bread......

Thou art the first to be born, and thou hast the power of feeding, and thou shalt be the head of the four heavenly kings, and thou shalt be given the name: Bo Xun.

The other three are called Ashura, Brahma, and Lojang. ”

The four of them hurriedly thanked the ancestor for the name.

As the bread was baked one by one, the members of the Shura bread clan were born.

As the leading eldest brother of the Shura Bread Clan, Bo Xun stepped forward and cried and begged: "I wait for the new generation of the clan to come to the world, I have no long things, and I don't know what magical powers I have, I hope that the ancestors will have mercy and enlightenment!"

The Styx Ancestor was wondering that the merit of his creation had condensed auspicious clouds in the sky, but the golden light of merit had not fallen for a long time.

Listening to what Bo Xun said, his heart moved: "I really didn't expect that your pineapple bun, although your head is half missing, your brain is so good!"

Styx laughed and said: "He can be the master of the sect with three turbidity and two monks, and the old man will naturally be the leader of the Milky Sea Sect." ”

Styx jumped up to the main hall and told the sentient beings of the flood wilderness: "Now that the Shura bread clan is born, I Styx has established a great sect to educate this lineage of creatures, and use it ...... With ......"

Speaking of which, Styx is a bit stuck.

Because whether it is the three Eastern religions or the Western religions, the establishment of the religion is to use magic weapons to suppress luck.

But he walked in the Styx River alone, relying on the Milk Sea Divine Power and his own exercises, how could he have used any treasures on his side.

Of course, this is just a more backbone statement of Styx.

In fact, in the poor and remote area of Beiju Luzhou, except for the fossils of some ancient giant beasts, there are no innate spiritual treasures.

And he didn't get any treasures in Zixiao Palace, it was just a poor jingle.

However, if there are no treasures to suppress the luck of the Great Sect, the establishment of the Sect will not be established.

Just when the Styx Ancestor was at a loss, it was his henchman who wrapped the pineapple in his eyes and was quick, and took an object and threw it at the ancestor.

Styx saw that this thing was the leftover material left by the creation of the human after absorbing the essence of the Milk Sea in the previous nine days.

It is said to be leftovers, but in fact this thing is thicker and harder.

Styx took the long one, flicked his fingers, and made a sonorous sound.

"This thing is transformed by the Nine Heavens of Rest and Milk Essence, protecting my great teaching, passing on my legal system, and being called a baguette!"

The Styx Ancestor pointed at the sky with the baguette in his hand, and the sea of milk immediately churned.

For 100,000 years, this sea of milk has been connected with the River Styx, surging, and the monstrous waves are constantly crashing against the mountains on both sides.

"Bread God Cult - Stand!"

As the River Styx drank heavily, an enticing scent that was impossible to ignore spread throughout the wilderness.

......

Zhang Yadaoren said goodbye to the female snail and left, and was floating in the sky with auspicious clouds.

Suddenly, he stumbled down from the cloud and fell to the ground.

It turned out that I suddenly heard that there was an ancient sound between heaven and earth Xuanhuang that had reached the ears of every monk and immortal, and the Bread God Sect was established today!

"What the hell is the Cult of the God of Bread?"

Zhang Ya didn't care about slapping the dust on his body, and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

In the previous life, Zhang Zifan was a believer in the Flying Noodle Sect with a firm belief in the Flying Noodle Sect, and believed in the Flying Noodle God.

This religion is an official religion recognized by many countries, with its own beliefs, a logical set of doctrines, and its own noodle Bible.

This religion holds that the universe was created by a flying spaghetti monster "after a serious drunken episode", and that this spaghetti monster is the only true god.

Every time Zhang Zifan needs to fill in the form of religious belief, he will seriously fill in the name of the Flying Noodle Sect.

Then he preached to his stunned companions in a serious manner.

......

However, when this Bread God Sect appeared in his own desolate world, Zhang Zifan was a little panicked.

As we all know, how strong the combat power of a cart of bread people is, Zhang Zifan feels that he should not offend them.

With that in mind, he pressed the confirmation button on the pop-up box in the system panel about whether or not he approved of the Cult of Bread God.

......

In a hidden cave in Beiju Luzhou, which was already thousands of miles away from the Milk Sea, the black-robed man slowly rose out of the soil.

The black-robed man snorted coldly with disdain as he watched the changing wind and clouds over the Milk Sea.

"There is a period of the avenue, there are a number of saints, how can such a stingy person as Pangu make you a ...... Ah, it can't be!"

The black-robed man's eyes widened and he looked ahead angrily, and a thick and thick light of merit fell towards the sea of milk.

......

In the sea of milk, the Styx Ancestor straightened his clothes and knelt reverently in front of a strange statue.

This statue is a true god altar set up by the ancestor of the Styx, but the image is very different from the true god temple of Hongjun.

Even the statue of the true god is not a human form at all, but a huge beat shape.

It was Styx's first encounter with the true God.

The True God's slap fell Styx, destroying his flesh and leaving him with an unforgettable feeling.

He engraved the fragrance of that moment here, so that he will always remember this throbbing.

At this moment, Styx raised his head and was bathed in the golden light of merit.

"It's still a line off!"

When Styx opened his eyes again, his gaze was deep and long, but there was still a slight gap compared to the Mixed Yuan Daluo.

Sighing, Styx smiled bitterly: "Success is also this thing, defeat is also this thing, it seems that the will of heaven is like this, and it will be drawn in the future." ”

It turned out that the creation merit descended from the Heavenly Dao was originally enough for the Styx Ancestor to achieve mixed element.

But the baguette he held in his religion was freshly baked, and he didn't have time to refine and control it.

The raw materials of the baguette are all innate spiritual treasures, and they are naturally born with spirits.

Therefore, the baguette relied on the instinct of the spirit treasure and secretly took part of the luck when the Styx Ancestor absorbed the golden light of merit.

Styx touched the golden stick and felt something.

When I pinched my fingers, I realized that the golden light of merit that had been taken away was not in vain.

This baguette has gained great merit, and it is destined to kill in the future without cause and effect, but it is actually a knock on people's skulls and a stick......

Hit the saint on the top, and the good treasure on the bottom.

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