The disturbances of the world could not disturb Penglai Xiandao, on the contrary, the atmosphere of the flood began to become more and more severe. After the two lich clans recovered, they began a tentative confrontation again. The desolate land, corpses are all over the field, bleeding and drifting, and resentment is everywhere. The great flood is no longer peaceful and beautiful as before, and many people of insight have also retreated.

A secluded place in the Heavenly Court, a palace stands quietly. The plaque of the palace is inscribed with three words, which is for the Wa Palace. Since Emperor Jun opened up the Heavenly Court, Nuwa, as a demon clan and a Heavenly Dao saint of Hongjun Qin, naturally moved to live for thirty-three days. Nuwa has a special status, and no one usually comes here. The only one who lives with Nuwa is the brother who was conceived with Nuwa, Fuxi.

On this day, Nuwa woke up from her cultivation and sighed faintly. "Eh, saint, how can I become a saint? Heaven is not obvious, sanctification is slim, where is the hope?" Nuwa left the clean room of cultivation with a sad face, and walked to the square of the Wa Palace, looking at the desolate land through the vast sea of clouds. Suddenly, Nuwadao's heart was beating, and she pinched her fingers and calculated, it turned out that her fate was in the desolate land.

"Where the opportunity is, we must go once!" Nuwa immediately left the heavenly realm and came to the desolate land. Because of the perennial conquest of the witch clan and the demon clan, the flood was gloomy and bleak, and there was no life. Nuwa was in Buzhou Mountain, looking at the desolate and lonely appearance, and couldn't help but feel a little gloomy. But this time I came down to find the opportunity that I didn't know where, and Nuwa put away her feelings. Left Buzhou Mountain.

Nuwa left Buzhou Mountain, chose a direction at random, and walked slowly. Down to earth. She walked from Buzhou Mountain to the sea of blood, the sea of blood is the navel of Pangu, gathering the world's bad energy, evil energy, blood and so on, which is the most polluted and obscure place in the desolate world. Nuwa stood on the edge of the sea of blood, looking at the sea of blood turning the sky upside down. Stunned. The sea of blood surged, but it was the Styx Ancestor who sensed Nuwa's arrival.

"Nuwa Daoist friends come to my sea of blood, why are you so valuable?" walked to the edge of the sea of blood and gave a salute to Nuwa. Nuwa replied, "Styx river friend, I haven't seen you for a long time. The cultivation of Taoist friends has become more and more profound. "Nuwa Daoyou, don't laugh at the poor Dao. "Nuwa is a disciple of Hongjun. Even if he is a named disciple, Styx must give three points, not to mention that Nuwa is a quasi-saint like him.

Nuwa talked to Styx for a while, and then left the Sea of Blood. She made this trip for chance, however, until now, she still hasn't found out where her chance is. At the beginning, the calculation of the heavenly machine had to be in the flood famine. The flood is so big. Nuwa can only go on. In the blink of an eye, more than 200,000 years were lost. It's like flowing water passing through your fingertips, and you can't keep the elegance, only a touch of coldness that reaches your heart from your fingertips.

Nuwa returned to Buzhou Mountain again, and she saw a familiar place. Once, she got the demon refining gourd here, and when she saw the gourd vine, Nuwa stopped. "You're still there, but the world has changed, and many living beings are gone. Nuwa stroked the gourd vine and sighed faintly, her expression a little gloomy. Nuwa has traveled all over the flood and wilderness over the years, witnessing too many lives and deaths. Because of the battle between the demon clan and the witch clan, it is difficult to see living creatures in the flood wilderness for almost thousands of miles now. Except for the monks of the two clans, the other cultivators all went into hiding and cultivated, in order to survive this tribulation in peace.

Nuwa was sighing, and suddenly her heart was beating, as if something flashed, but she was not immediately caught. Nuwa immediately sat down cross-legged, her heart to the sky, trying to get back the fleeting inspiration just now.

After a while, Nuwa finally understood. She opened her eyes and stood tall, her clothes fluttering in the morning breeze. "Between heaven and earth, there are few living beings, I am Nuwa, and today I will create a living soul to add some vitality to the flood famine. Nuwa took out a piece of soil, which was a piece of nine-day rest soil that Nuwa had obtained by chance. The Nine Heavens Rest Soil is the foundation of the Chaos Spirit Root, and after the flood was opened, except for the Chaos Spirit Root in the depths of the Chaos, almost all the other Chaos Spirit Creatures were broken. Nuwa's Nine Heavens Rest Soil was still obtained in the chaos, and there was definitely no such thing as the Nine Heavens Rest Soil in the flood and wilderness.

After taking out the Nine Heavens Rest, Nuwa took out another bottle of Nine Heavens Light Spirit Water. Mixing the Nine Heavens Breath Soil and the Nine Heavens Light Spirit Water, Nuwa thought about it, but still cut her arm and added some of her own essence blood.

When the materials were ready, Nuwa began to make a clay puppet in her own shape. As soon as the clay puppet hit the ground, it rolled on the spot and became a living creature. "Meet Mother. The creature transformed by the mud puppet bowed down and kowtowed nine times to Nuwa. Nuwa looked at the creature in front of her, and her heart was full of joy, "From today on, I will give you celebrities, and your race will be the human race." I am Nuwa, and I will be the Virgin of the Human Race in the future. ”

After Nuwa finished, she continued to make people from the soil. After pinching out tens of thousands of people, Nuwa found that something was wrong. If you look closely, it turns out that the human race is all female, and yin and yang are incompatible. After thinking about it for a while, Nuwa followed her brother's appearance and pinched out tens of thousands of men. Kneading the soil to create people one after another, Nuwa was a little tired, and when she saw the gourd vine next to her, Nuwa simply ripped off the gourd vine, stained it with soil, and shook it off in the sky.

When the mud landed, it still became a human race, but compared to those people fabricated by Nuwa herself, the physique of this part of the human race was much worse. Soon, the soil had run out, and Nuwa looked at the million Terrans in front of her and smiled knowingly. In the sky, a piece of Xuanhuang merit was sprinkled, and it was divided into two, ninety percent of it was submerged into Nuwa's body, and the remaining one percent was put into the gourd vine in Nuwa's hand.

Xuanhuang's merits hooked the Hongmeng purple qi in Nuwa's body, and Nuwa only felt that countless feelings crossed her heart. With the clarity of these realizations, Nuwa's realm is also improving rapidly. Originally, Nuwa, who only had to behead a corpse and cultivate, within a few days and nights, her momentum was raised to the peak of quasi-sainthood. After being promoted to the peak of the quasi-saint, Nuwa's momentum stagnated slightly, and then she suddenly rushed away from the peak of the quasi-saint and stepped into the saint at once.

Nuwa became a meritorious saint, and the sky was suddenly filled with auspicious clouds in the desolation, and there seemed to be a fragrant fragrance permeating the void. At the same time, a gentle but majestic coercion also spread to every corner of the flood wilderness. Almost at the same time, each of the great psychic beings knew about Nuwa's sanctification. Kunlun Mountain. Sanqing woke up from his cultivation at the same time. "Sister Nuwa has become holy, we should go and congratulate you. "It's too quiet and quiet.

"As it should be. Shangqing and Yuqing replied. At the same time, the Western Reception and Zhun Ti also set off for Buzhou Mountain. In the heavenly court, Emperor Jun and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi also prepared generous gifts and went to Buzhou Mountain to congratulate. People from all walks of life who had such a friendship with Nuwa either spread the news through the air, or rushed to Buzhou Mountain in person and expressed their goodwill. Of the 3,000 guests in Zixiao Palace, there is only one person who does not have any expression, and that is Zhen Yuanzi.

"Senior Sister Nuwa. Congratulations to the saints. "Sanqing and the introduction and Zhun Ti arrived almost at the same time. "Thank you, brothers, sister is just a matter of chance. I believe that you will soon be able to attain the position of saints. Nuwa politely replied. After becoming a saint. Of course, Nuwa also knows that there is a difference between saints. A saint like her, who beheads a corpse and then becomes holy by merit, is destined to be inferior to several other people.

After the three cleared them, each of the great supernatural powers who came in person also presented their congratulatory gifts. Nuwa also accepted all of them. At this time, Taiqing looked at the newborn Terran race. There was a gleam in his eyes. Suddenly asked, "Senior Sister Nuwa, but you don't know what is going on with these creatures?" "Senior Brother, this is the human race created by my sister. Nuwa replied, "In the future, I will ask you to take care of the human race." ”

"Good, good. Taiqing smiled and stepped forward, "I am Pangu Zhengzong." The head of the Three Qings, Taiqing Moral Tianzun, is grateful for the birth of the human race. Today, the human religion was founded to educate the human race. People teach, stand!"

With Taiqing's words, a large cloud of Xuanhuang merit landed on the edge of the sky again. Xuanhuang's merits were still divided into two, ninety percent were absorbed by Taiqing, and the remaining one percent was drilled into the flat pole in Taiqing's hands.

Taiqing had already cut out the good corpses and evil corpses, and with the merits of Xuanhuang, it didn't take long for him to break through to the peak of the quasi-saint and achieve the second Heavenly Dao saint. Seeing the sanctification of Taiqing's religion, Shangqing and Yuqing also moved in their hearts.

"I am the first Tianzun of the Yuqing Dynasty, and today I founded and expounded the teachings, expounded the principles of heaven, and educated all sentient beings. Yuan Shi Tianzun pointed to the sky, raised his voice and swore an oath, and a cloud of Xuanhuang merit really fell in the sky.

"I am Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, today I founded the Interception Sect, the Great Dao is fifty, and the Tianyan is forty-nine, I will intercept the life of the Heavenly Dao and educate all sentient beings. "After the clearing was over, a mass of Xuanhuang merit landed again.

The three Qings were sanctified one after another, and they were not far behind. "I'm leading. "I'm a Zhun Ti. The two of them immediately said in unison, "Today, the two of us founded the Western Religion to educate sentient beings. After receiving and mentioning, there were indeed Xuanhuang merits descending, but soon, the two of them found that those Xuanhuang merits were not enough for the two of them to become holy. After all, it is still one step behind, and there is not much merit.

"Let me attain Buddhahood, the immeasurable Buddhas of the ten worlds, and those who do not know how to call me by name will not attain enlightenment. Let me attain Buddhahood, sentient beings in the ten directions, believe in happiness in the heart, want to give birth to our country, and even ten thoughts, if you are not born, you will not attain enlightenment. Only eliminate the five adversities and slander the Fa-rectification. Let me attain Buddhahood, sentient beings from all directions, develop bodhicitta and cultivate all merits, and make a wish from the bottom of my heart to give birth to my country. At the end of one's life, if the former is not surrounded by the public, enlightenment will not be attained. ”

In desperation, he had no choice but to borrow merit from the Heavenly Dao first. After issuing forty-eight great wishes in a row, the Heavenly Dao finally lowered enough Xuanhuang merits, and the introduction and Zhun Ti finally achieved the position of a saint.

In this way, Hongjun's Heavenly Dao saints in Riqin also returned to their positions. After the six people were sanctified, everyone naturally congratulated again. After everyone congratulated, an auspicious cloud suddenly floated in the sky. There are two people standing above, they are Hongjun's Taoist Tong, Tong Zi Haotian and Yao Chi. The arrival of Haotian and Yaochi also calmed down the lively scene. Haotian and Yaochi will definitely not come over without trouble.

"Congratulations to all the senior brothers and sisters, become saints, and never be destroyed!" Haotian and Yaochi saluted towards the six people of Sanqing, and said with a straight face, "Passing on the decree of Teacher Hongjun, the six saints immediately went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon. ”

"Shall I go with you?" asked a few monks next to him who were also listening to the sermon in Zixiao Palace. Haotian turned to look at the others, with a faint smile, and said, "Teacher, this time, only six saints can listen. The rest of the people returned to the cave house separately. Others, though disappointed, have no choice. Sanqing and the others went to Zixiao Palace, and the others also returned to the cave without mentioning it.

Penglai Immortal Island, Xue Xi looked at each other and smiled. "The Terrans have finally been born. Xue Xi stretched and turned around and walked to the room, "In a few years, let's go again." The current human race should know the cruelty of the flood. The blade of the sword is sharpened, and without going through the wind and waves, the human race will never be able to grow up quickly. "That's right. Bai Xuan and the others also suppressed the idea of going out now, and went back to their rooms.

At the same time, the newborn Terrans began to grope their way through the brutal wilderness. The new Terran race understands almost nothing. Life can be described as very difficult, but fortunately, these people are not bad. Even if you don't drink or eat, you can live for 120 years. However, the Terrans were weak, and from time to time the Terrans would get sick, and after they got sick, the Terrans did not know what to do, so they had to wait for death.

In less than three hundred years, the human race, which was originally a million people, had plummeted to less than 100,000. The rest of the human race either died of illness and starvation, or were devoured by wild beasts and demon beasts near Buzhou Mountain.

The human race can't do anything, but to pray to God every day, to the Virgin Nuwa, and to the Taiqing Moral Heavenly Venerable. However, Nuwa and Taiqing Daode Tianzun were still listening to the sermons in Zixiao Palace at the moment, how could they have time to pay attention to the human race. Although the Terran was created by Nuwa, Nuwa did not have much emotion for the Terran. After all, Nuwa was born in the demon race, if it weren't for being the Holy Mother of the Terran race, she could enjoy the luck of the human race, and Nuwa would not have looked at the human race more. For Nuwa, the human race is nothing more than a product of enlightenment, but a pawn in the struggle for luck. The saint is unkind, and he uses the common people as a dog, which is not false.

Although the saint is still under the Heavenly Dao, he is already qualified to play chess. Everything in the world is a pawn for the saints. The saints didn't know that they fought for it, and in the end, it was only the Heavenly Dao that benefited. This one, even before the merger, Hongjun was not very clear, but he must have already felt something. If not, Hongjun would not have used the saint as a pawn to achieve himself.

Is Hongjun's preaching really for the purpose of edifying sentient beings? Not really. Hongjun comprehends the creation of jade, and he also has some clear understanding of the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao. The first two times he preached, maybe others couldn't feel it, but how could he hide it from Xuexi's eyes.

The first time Hongjun preached, he was just a Mixed Yuan Wuji Sage, but when he preached for the second time, his cultivation soared to the Mixed Yuan Taiji Sage, and the time was only less than a decade. And this time, Hongjun preached for the saint, and the merit was enough for him to break through to the Mixed Yuan Extreme Saint, and at that time, it was time for Hongjun to make up for the Heavenly Dao with his own body. (To be continued.) )