"I don't want to!"

Shutong's face was full of tiredness, and he spit out three words, with indescribable helplessness and sadness.

"Don't want to?"

Zhang Fan frowned, although the other party's words were clueless, they did not affect his understanding.

Thinking of the reaction of the War Emperor Shutong when he saw the Split God Puppet before, and now he is tired and gloomy, it is not difficult to see what he is unwilling to do.

"As one of the split primordial gods, he doesn't want to be reunited?"

This result was something Zhang Fan hadn't expected before.

The condensation of the primordial spirit, the purity, is an existence that has surpassed the laws of heaven and earth, so it has the effect of immortality, and does not perish with the magic of plants and trees.

This kind of condensed primordial spirit is one in the heavenly surname, except for a few splitting mystical methods, it cannot be separated at all; even if it is divided, it is also an instinct embedded in the core.

Now that the Emperor of War Shutong actually said "unwilling", how can Zhang Fan not be surprised.

When he was silent for a while, the War Emperor Shutong continued to say in an extremely tired and exhausted old voice: "Why do you have to force me out?"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed it in the void.

Passing through his palm, a blood-red mire appeared out of thin air, and his palm swept past it, and when he retracted, there was already a ball of blood red in his hand.

This blood-red mass wriggled and squirmed, as if it was mud mixed with water, and it kept changing various shapes in the palm of the Emperor Shutong.

In this whole process, a strong fighting spirit emanated, not because this "mud" was intentional, but because it was the condensation of the fighting spirit itself.

"Where did such a quintessential battle intent come from?"

Zhang Fan was finally moved, and watched the whole process intently, but in a moment, a tiger-like silhouette gradually took shape.

At this point, Zhang Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he somewhat understood the true origin of those battle intent and beasts.

After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, "If you don't want to come out, how can I force you?"

Zhang Fan's meaning is nothing more than that Shutong is hiding in this place, and he has never traveled thousands of miles, which shows the contradiction in his heart, even he himself can't choose.

The instinct of splitting the primordial god is not so easy to resist after all, and how can the hesitation of the War Emperor Shutong be hidden from his eyes.

"Alas~"

Shu Tong made a movement in his hand and sighed.

Feeling the tiredness and gloom in his expression, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be silent, he understood that Shutong was afraid, unwilling, and unwilling...... He didn't want to go back to the way he was in the past, that only Dan Dao was persistent, and the rest of the aspects were as timid as a mouse and cowardly as a chicken, even if he was an incarnate god and attained immortality, it was useless.

But they are one after all.

The majestic Emperor Shutong here, and the Danshi Shutong trembling in the stele of the town government, are two sides of the same person after all!

After thinking about this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"After losing the weakness of the surname and the persistence of Dan Dao, Shutong, the mentality of the strong in the surname was established, and then there was Shutong of the War Emperor. ”

"To let him go back to the past now, to return to that appearance, is tantamount to making a top powerhouse lose his strength and sink in the mortal market, how many people are willing?"

Zhang Fan knew in his heart that the Emperor of War Shutong, who had such an idea, was also eager to become a whole when he was afraid because he was the same person, so he struggled, contradicted, and suffered.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Fan secretly made up his mind to pay attention: "In the future, I will never use this method of splitting the original gods, or I will gain a temporary profit, and it will eventually become an irreparable disaster." ”

He was almost terrified, involving the mysteries of the gods, the mysteries of the primordial gods, and sure enough, they were mysterious and mysterious, and they could not be fully explained.

At this time, what is in front of him is the legacy of the Split God, a lesson from the past, how can he repeat the mistakes of the past.

As if Zhang Fan's words hit the sore spot in his heart, the Emperor of War Shutong stopped talking, lowered his head again, and kept pinching his thin palms like the roots of an old tree.

Zhang Fan didn't bother him, and watched quietly.

A moment later, a tiny, palm-sized tiger finally took shape.

Although this tiger is just lying quietly on its stomach, there is a tiger deep in the mountains, and the majesty of the beasts dare not shout, coupled with the battle intent to the sky, it shows the breeze of the king.

A smile appeared on the face of the Emperor of War, and he let go gently.

"Whew~"

The wind roared from the tiger, the tiger roared in the mountains and forests, and a ball of blood jumped down from his palm, and the tiger roared and brought the wind to ravage the hills.

"What a tiger!" Zhang Fan secretly praised.

On this freshly baked beast of war intent, there is no trace of man-made axe chisel, in addition to the sky-high battle intent, it has the charm of a fierce tiger and the demeanor of the king of beasts.

"Sure enough, it's amazing!"

In addition to admiration, Zhang Fan couldn't help but think of the innate god Nuwa Niangniang in the myths and legends of his previous life, the legendary Virgin of the Human Race.

She was recited by kneading the soil and mending the cracks in the sky.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but blurt out: "Uncle Tong's predecessors, why don't you create people?"

yes, why not make man?

This war-spirit beast, after all, is a beast, where can it compare to the human race, it is loved by heaven and earth, and it has great luck.

The human race that is pinched up like this may not be as good as the real human race, but it is no less than those alien races in the north and the heavenly people in the clouds, and they have their own luck protection.

In that case, as the creator of this race, Shutong himself should also be protected by great merit and great merit, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?

Hearing his question, a look of pain flashed on the face of the Emperor of War, and the movements of his hands couldn't help but freeze.

"Why don't you make people?"

A bitter smile, an extremely bitter expression appeared on Shu Tong's face.

As if feeling the pain in the creator's heart, the newborn war-intent tiger roared at Zhang Fan, and immediately lay down beside Shutong, rubbing his head against his legs and feet, as if comforting him.

"Such a spiritual surname, is it made by kneading?"

The agitation in Zhang Fan's heart is simply indescribable.

"This is the Creator!"

"How could Shutong reach such a realm? Is this something that a strong person from the Yuan Shen can touch the edge? I think it's an immortal in the sky, and he doesn't have this means, right?"

Zhang Fan was so shocked that he couldn't be more shocked, in fact, he was not accurate, not to mention the immortals in the sky, it was the primeval demon god, the holy emperor of the human race, who dared to say that he was a creator?

That is the beginning of Hongmeng, the master of heaven and earth can only have the means, unless it is a foreign thing, it is definitely not the realm that the acquired soul can achieve.

"That blood-colored vortex must have a mystery!"

His heart was clear, and Zhang Fan knew that the answer must be on the blood-colored vortex that flashed away.

Under the comfort of the newborn tiger, the War Emperor Shutong also came back to his senses, stroked it dotingly, and then patted the tiger's head.

"Woo woo woo~"

The tiger whimpered a few times, as if to say goodbye, and glared at Zhang Fan again, if it was a warning, and finally walked reluctantly towards the bottom of the mountain.

From beginning to end, this tiger's spirit surname is not inferior to that of a demon beast, where it is as stiff as a puppet, but has its own thoughts and spirit surname.

This alone can be said to be Shutong's means, which can be called a creation.

"Why don't you make people?"

"Why doesn't the old man want to create people?"

Zhan Huang Shutong retracted his gaze, looked at Zhang Fan and shook his head and said.

"Hmm, I'd like to hear about it!"

In Shutong's voice, Zhang Fan clearly felt a kind of regret and sorrow, as well as boundless loneliness.

For countless years in this place, only the wild beasts are companions, the dark bones are the enemies of the heavenly people, and there is not even a single clan, only "Zhan Zhan Zhan", even if he is called the Emperor of War, it is difficult to be lonely in his heart.

Zhan Huang Shutong did not explain directly, but repeated the previous action again, holding a ball of blood in his hand.

"Look for yourself. ”

Shutong sighed, then concentrated and said no more.

Zhang Fan was separated by a few zhang distance, watching the blood-colored "mud" change in Shu Tong's palm, and the outline of a human being gradually emerged.

I don't know how many times Shutong has done similar things in the past countless years. Zhang Fan could even feel that Shutong's familiar and flowing movements in the process of kneading the Chengren form were far from being comparable to the rabbit and tiger before.

"If you don't want to, you can't do it. ”

At this time, he already knew in his heart, it was not that Uncle Zhanhuang couldn't make people, but that he couldn't make people.

In just a moment, the clay figure in Shutong's hand had already taken shape, and with a "whoosh" sound jumped down from his palm like an ape, bowed to the ground, and said:

"Holy Father!"

Seeing this, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and he shouted in his heart: "Sure enough, human beings who are the spirits of all things, born to be able to speak, know the sacrificial etiquette, if they can be created, they will definitely be extraordinary." ”

In a trance, he seemed to see the eternal scene in the myths and legends of his previous life, when the first group of Terrans prostrated themselves on the ground, proclaiming "Our Lady's Mercy", and at the same time announcing the scene of the Terrans being born between heaven and earth.

At the same time, Zhang Fan inevitably wondered in his heart: "Isn't this very successful? Why does Shutong look like he can't do anything?"

This doubt didn't last long, but in the blink of an eye, even the nascent human prostration's prostrations were not completely completed, and the mutation suddenly appeared.

His movements froze suddenly, and the look of reverence on his face froze, and he just froze on the ground, as if he had lost his life in an instant, and turned into a sculpture.

In an instant, there was a "click" sound, and a crack appeared from its head, extending to its whole body, and finally split directly into two halves, as if someone had slashed it in the head.

At this time, the fighting spirit dissipated, the body turned into loess, and the newborn human beings who were still calling "Holy Father" just now completely lost the traces of life.

"This ......"

Zhang Fan was stunned and speechless for a while.

Shu Tong's face was numb, and there was no change from beginning to end, obviously this result had long been expected by him.

The new human failed to create, and he did not stop the movements of his hands, but continued to pinch one after another.

Among them, there are old and young, men and women, beautiful and ugly, strong and weak...... Either way, however, the result is the same.

At this point, Zhang Fan knew where the numbness on Shutong's face came from, and his expression was almost the same now.

Anyone who hears the word "Holy Father" for an unknown number of times, and then sees the "children" lose their breath of life in front of them, without exception, will look like this.

Shu Tong sighed, stopped his meaningless movements, and said with a sad look in his eyes:

"You understand now, don't you?"

(To be continued)