"Whew~"

After pinching the third clay figure, Nuwa couldn't help but exhale heavily, the sweat on her forehead fell, and she looked down at the clay figures on the ground, but her brows were slightly furrowed.

These clay figurines have a subtle vitality at the moment, but their appearance is still muddy, and their limbs are extremely stiff, and they are like puppets when they walk on the ground.

"It's not perfect!"

"Try the Qi of Creation first!"

Muttering, Nuwa pinched the magic seal with her left hand and directly injected a cloud of creative qi into the body of the three thousand clay figures.

For a moment, the turquoise mist rose and entered the bodies of those clay figures at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, the bodies of those clay figures could be seen vibrating, and their figures grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just a dozen breaths, they all grew to the point of 1.56 to 1.89 meters.

Not only that, but with the absorption of the qi of creation, the soil on these clay figures began to condense and fall off, revealing the monk-like skin below, fair, translucent, and vibrant.

"Did it work?"

"This is the new race created by the Imperial Princess?"

On the side, the emperor and the three of them were looking forward to it with some excitement at the moment, and their eyes were focused on those figures, and their eyes were full of anticipation.

After all, Di Jun had said before that once this matter was completed, Nuwa would be able to become holy, and they would also be able to take this opportunity to gain merit and improve themselves.

"No, it's not complete!"

Shaking his head, Di Jun directly denied the statement of Emperor Yi and the three of them: "Although these creatures have recovered, they are only different in appearance, they don't have much thinking at all, and now they are like beasts, but they don't have the appearance of beasts." ”

As soon as these words came out, Nuwa, who was frowning, suddenly perked up, as if she had been woken up by something, and the whole person stood in place and muttered: "Yes, these are just another kind of demon clan, their weak bodies are not comparable to any demons at all, so they must have strong wisdom!"

"But how can we give people wisdom and keep it on forever? That's a big question!"

As she spoke, Nuwa's frowning brows became more and more intense, and the situation of the whole person was getting worse and worse at this moment, as if she was a demonic disease, she kept muttering in place.

"It's still a little bit off!"

Taking in this scene, Di Jun knew that he was in a hurry.

But he couldn't wait that long, 10,000 years had passed, and if he couldn't harvest this time, then many things would be more complicated, and he couldn't bear to continue to be stuck in the realm of the Quasi-Saint Great Perfection.

Immediately, Di Jun stepped out and walked to Nuwa's side, stretched out his hand and took her directly into his arms, and shouted in a low voice: "Nuwa, wake up!"

"Uh-huh!"

With a muffled snort, Nuwa suddenly recovered from the demonic posture of suffering from gains and losses, and her originally blood-colored face turned pale, and her whole person was obviously weakened by three points at this moment.

Obviously, this time the state of magic is a big blow to her, if it is not for Di Jun's first awakening, the consequences will be absolutely unimaginable.

Feeling her own situation, Nuwa's eyes couldn't help but rise a hint of fear, and she subconsciously raised her head to look at Di Jun and said, "Husband, I ...... it."

Before Nuwa could finish speaking, Di Jun stretched out a finger and put it on her lips to stop her words, and then spoke, "We monks have primordial spirits, and we can know them innately!"

"But the race you created doesn't have a primordial god, their brains are empty, and they need something similar to the primordial god!"

"According to Bendi's research, the Yuan Shen is actually composed of ten special powers, I call them the Three Souls and Seven Spirits, if they can inject this diluted Yuan Shen power into it, they will definitely be able to be independent and self-reliant, have innate wisdom beyond the Lich, and become an existence other than the independent Lich!"

As soon as these words came out, Nuwa's delicate body suddenly trembled.

Di Jun's words are tantamount to Daigo's empowerment, and they directly break the last obstacle to her creation!

Under the turmoil of her mind, Nuwa couldn't care about her own weakness, struggled out of Di Jun's arms, raised her left hand and directly forced a drop of essence blood out: "Go!"

In the next second, Nuwa's essence blood exploded, and it was divided into three thousand parts and entered the bodies of those clay figures.

Suddenly, the vitality of the clay man increased more than a hundred times, and the faces were ruddy, there was a trace of brilliance on the head, and the empty eyes brightened.

As time passed, these clay figurines completely evolved into human beings, prostrate on the ground, and chanted: "Meet Our Lady!"

"Meet Our Lady!"

"Meet Our Lady!"

“......”

The voice of the three thousand people was strong, and each shout would increase by a thousand times, and finally attracted the attention of the Heavenly Dao, and finally the voice belonging to the human race began to spread to all parts of the desolate land.

"This voice is ......"

On Shouyang Mountain, Lao Tzu's tightly closed eyes opened, and at the same time as a touch of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he stepped out of the palace in one step, looked at the sky and said: "The way of heaven is turbulent, and the purple qi comes from the east for millions of miles, which is a sign of sanctification!"

"Senior Sister Nuwa, she really succeeded!"

"Di Jun, I really underestimated you, I actually helped Nuwa complete the Tao, saint, I didn't expect that the first saint after Dao Ancestor would be her!"

While speaking, Lao Tzu turned around and returned to the palace, and sat down cross-legged again and began to cultivate.

At the same time, Kunlun Mountain, Golden Turtle Island, and Sumeru Mountain are primitive, Tongtian, Jieyin and Zhun Ti are also shocked to look in the direction of the coast of the East China Sea at this moment, and at the same time, their eyes are full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

The vision of heaven and earth has begun, and the purple qi has come to the east for millions of miles, which already represents that Nuwa is about to become holy, which is definitely something that makes them shocked and yearn for it.

Even if it is Tongtian, there is not much progress in this 10,000-year cultivation, and it still maintains the cultivation of the late stage of the pseudo-saint, but at this moment, Nuwa has already achieved sanctification, how can this not shock them.

At the same time, they are even more jealous of Di Jun in their hearts.

They knew very well that it would be impossible for Nuwa to do this step so quickly, but the latter had succeeded, and if it weren't for Dijun's planning, they would never have believed it.

On the contrary, at this moment, the twelve ancestral witches outside the Pangu Hall gathered together, looking up at the vision above the heavenly dome, Zhu Rong and the other ancestral witches couldn't help but scold: "Damn, Nuwa is holy!"

"What a good thing this is!"

"There are saints in the demon clan, is there really no place for my witch clan to turn over?"

“......”