The Daoist was muttering when he saw the young man newly created by Nuwa kneeling respectfully in front of him: "Meet the Holy Father!"

"Hey, don't call Holy Father, it sounds awkward! It's good to call Father, you can be regarded as having my blood anyway," the man raised his eyebrows and waved his hand. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The young man was stunned for a moment, but he still answered respectfully and shouted 'Father'.

"Father?" Nuwa on the side raised her eyebrows lightly, and then began to continue to pinch the soil to create people.

But then, because of her previous experience, Nuwa did not consume her essence and blood anymore, but only used some of her own qi and blood slightly, and she easily created a lot of people. In the blink of an eye, dozens of people were created, and I felt that it was too slow to make people like this, so Nuwa, who frowned and thought about it, directly mixed the rest of the soil into the Sanguang Divine Water, made it into mud, took a 10,000-year-old vine, shook it on the mud, opened his mouth and spit out a stream of qi and blood energy, and suddenly a little mud fell to the ground and instantly turned into hundreds of men and women.

In this way, after consuming all the mud, Nuwa had already created more than 100,000 people, plus the dozens of them pinched before, it was exactly 129,600, which was exactly the number of that era.

It's just that these 129,600 human races are different. Among them, the two people who are made of the essence and blood of Nuwa and the Raised Eyebrow Daoist are the most vigorous in qi and blood, and their physical bodies are powerful, and their physical bodies are comparable to those of the Golden Immortal Monks when they are born. Secondly, the dozens of people that Nuwa pinched next were also comparable to immortals in the flesh. As for the rest of the human race, they are much weaker, just like the creatures born in the world of the Reckless Era.

Even so, among the first batch of human races born, the most ordinary beings also had good cultivation qualifications. Even if you don't cultivate, you can have a lifespan of two or three hundred years. However, after thousands of years, how many of them will really survive?

Looking at this group of newborn human races who were very curious about everything, the eyebrows-raising ancestor was sighing in his heart, and suddenly looked up as if he was conscious, only to see a big golden light of merit descending from the sky, of which seventy percent entered Nuwa's body, one and a half belonged to the raised eyebrows of the Taoist, one percent poured into the 10,000-year-old vine used by Nuwa to create people, and turned it into an acquired merit spirit treasure to create a whip, and the remaining half of the dozens of people who were pinched by Nuwa at the beginning, especially the first two, and the other human races each got a small amount of merit.

Eighty percent of the merits of creating a human being made Nuwa look like a golden light, and she looked extremely holy for a while, and her breath was rapidly improved when she was bathed in the golden light of merit, but the tea kung fu directly stepped into the level of a saint. Although he had only reached the early stage of the sainthood, the surging power of the saint was still like a tide that swept away towards the entire flood in an instant. The Daoist who bore the brunt of the brow raised his eyebrows and sat on the ground with his ass, so as not to be forced to kneel in embarrassment by this sage power that had no restraint.

"A saint is a saint, and the power of a saint is really terrifying!" Looking at the 129,600 human races who were all respectfully prostrate on the ground, the Daoist couldn't help but smile bitterly.

At the same time, on Buzhou Mountain, Sanqing, who bore the brunt of the retreat, also woke up from the meditation, one by one slightly embarrassed, and then couldn't help but look up into the distance with a slightly unsightly face. They could clearly see that in the dazzling golden light of merit in the Buzhou Mountain, Nuwa's figure seemed to be magnified.

"Nuwa, she has also become a saint?" Yuan Shi Tianzun glared in disbelief: "How could it be so fast?"

Lao Tzu's brows furrowed, and he was also a little angry in his heart. It's just that the ancestor of Qiankun became a god, after all, it is an old power. But they are also Hongjun ancestors, and Nuwa still calls them Sanqing Senior Brother. Thinking that they are Pangu authentic sects and think they are noble, but now they are being sanctified by Nuwa one step ahead of them, how can they be calm? Even Lao Tzu who does nothing can't do it!

"Nuwa.. Is this the power of a saint? If you don't become a saint, you're an ant!" Nuwa is just one step ahead, and one day he will be sanctified in the same way.

The other powers, as well as the desolate beings, were also shocked by the movement of Nuwa's sanctification. In particular, under the influence of Nuwa's sanctification, many living beings were born at once, and even cultivated to great progress, and gained a lot of benefits.

Compared with the surprise and excitement of ordinary creatures in the flood wilderness, those powerful people in the flood wilderness couldn't help but feel complicated in their hearts one by one. It's not a pleasant feeling to see others preach and become holy, but you yourself are in the holy path and have no hope in sight!

Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and Kunpeng, the three demon clan powers, were both happy and complicated. As a demon clan, Nuwa can become a saint, which is naturally a great blessing for the demon clan. But whether it is Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi or Kunpeng, they are all arrogant and powerful, and it feels awkward to think that the demon clan will have a high saint on their heads in the future.

In comparison, the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan were a little angry. However, the Wu clan is not afraid of fighting heaven and earth. Even if the saint came, the twelve ancestors would dare to go up to fight. Nuwa's sanctification only aroused the fighting spirit of the Wu clan.

In the Wuzhuang view, under the ginseng fruit tree, Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun sit opposite each other.

"Another saint has been born, but the holy path we are waiting for is still far away!" Hongyun sighed helplessly.

Zhen Yuanzi said calmly: "As long as we concentrate on cultivation, our cultivation will always progress slowly, and we will get closer and closer to the Holy Dao." ”

"I don't have as much patience as you," Hongyun shook his head: "You can practice slowly by yourself! I want to travel through the wilderness, hoping to find my own opportunities, and I hope to make faster progress on the Holy Path!"

Watching Hongyun leave, Zhen Yuanzi shook his head a little helplessly, he also understood Hongyun's old friend's loneliness.

At the same time, in the sea of blood, the Yuan Tu Daoist who was in retreat and meditation also slowly opened his eyes: "Has the human race been born? It seems that the day of the birth of the Asura race will not be far away. It's kind of interesting to create a race, and it's time for me to think about the mysteries of creation. However, after all, the creation of the Asura race is still different from that of the human race. ”

On Buzhou Mountain, after being sanctified, Nuwa Niangniang couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and said, "Raise your eyebrows, thank you for helping me become holy." Now that I have just become a saint, I need to go back to meditation to stabilize the sainthood. The newborn Terran will have to bother Daoists to help take care of it. ”

"Nuwa Niangniang, don't worry, since the Terrans respect me as Father God, then I naturally won't ignore the Terrans," said with a smile.

Nuwa Niangniang, who nodded lightly, waved her hand and sent the acquired merit spirit treasure creation whip, which was comparable to the best innate spirit treasure, to the first woman to create it, and asked her to lead the care of the human race with the man who raised her eyebrows and the essence and blood of the Dao people, and flew away to the nine heavens.

Nuwa Niangniang did not go to Heaven this time, but came directly to the chaos of the Thirty-Three Heavens, exerted her great magic power, opened up a small world as a dojo in the chaos, set up the Wa Palace, and meditated in the Wa Palace to enlighten herself.

Although Buzhou Mountain is large, after all, it is the dojo of Sanqing, and because of the powerful power left by the Pangu God, there are almost no living beings except plants. Terrans can't survive here. If you go to the bottom of the mountain, it is the territory of the Wu Clan, and there is no place for the Terrans to live.

The raised eyebrows Daoist pondered slightly, that is, he used his great magic power to bring all the 109,600 human races to the shore of the East China Sea. The power of the Wu clan there has not yet developed and spread, the terrain is flat, and there are few deep mountains and old forests, so there are no too powerful fierce beasts and monsters, but it is a happy land, which is very suitable for the development and reproduction of the human race.