The problem of the food chain is also the reason why the Lich and Lich races cannot survive. They do not have the wisdom of the human race, and they must be replaced by the human race. But now that Chen Yuyang has come to this world, he naturally has to change this pattern. In fact, the solution

It's very simple, that is, find some blood-eating creatures such as cows, sheep, and pigs in the wild land and give them to the witch tribe.

Assign them to every tribe and family of the Witch Clan, and let them be well-raised, and then the big pigs will give birth to piglets. Isn’t that the end? Why bother to be killed to kill the monsters that have already transformed from the Monster Clan! In this way, even though the Monster Clan

They lost some piglets and the like, but the demon clan will definitely not care about this. After all, the demon clan themselves use these weak animals as blood food. In this regard, they are not even as good as the witch clan, after all, the witch clan will not eat their own.

tribesmen.

But the prehistoric land is the prehistoric land after all. Their ideas are different from those of Chen Yuyang, a later man, and are even a little rebellious. Therefore, Chen Yuyang still needs to use the policy of stick and carrot. After all, his fist is not big, and he can't even talk in the prehistoric land.

None of the qualifications.

Continuously walking on the ancient wilderness, Nuwa witnessed the killings among lichs with her own eyes. Coincidentally, wherever Nuwa went, she would see the killings between lichs. She couldn't help but begin to doubt herself.

She has good eyes and good luck. The prehistoric era is so big, why do fights always appear under her eyes?

At this moment, Chen Yuyang was constantly watching Nuwa's movements in Qingyang Island with his spiritual thoughts. He glanced at Zhuge Qingqing with a smile, picked up his thumb, and praised: "Fellow Nuwa is indeed the Conan of the ancient world.

, there is a domineering attitude of killing people wherever they go."

Zhuge Qingqing, however, did not respond to Chen Yuyang's rare humor. He sighed a little: "This is the way of heaven. Even if you are in trouble with a girl, it is too outrageous to show off!"

Chen Yuyang chuckled, hugged Zhuge Qingqing and said, "How can you see Little Rainbow without going through wind and rain?"

Zhuge Qingqing pursed her lips and said dissatisfied: "That's too much. Where can a girl see such killings? Besides, those who died were all her clan members. Sister Nuwa is so pitiful!"

Maybe Nuwa didn't know about the Beihai in the distance. These two pairs of eyes couldn't help but stare at her, watching her every move. She was just silent in the misery of the lich killing, constantly brewing, thinking about re-creating

What kind of race will the emerging human race be?

Finally, she felt a little tired, exhausted, and exhausted, and sighed: "On this ancient land, apart from the demon clan, there are also witch clans. There is nothing but fighting. When can a race that loves peace but does not lose bloodiness be born?"

How wonderful it would be!”

To love peace without sacrificing blood, this is Nuwa's longing and best wishes for the human race.

Unknowingly, Nuwa's figure had arrived at Mount Buzhou. Standing on Mount Buzhou, she looked at the carnage in the distance and felt sad in her heart.

Suddenly, Nuwa seemed to think of something. She thought of the words that Chen Yuyang once told her, and her heart trembled slightly. She was wise but perseverant, and tenacious but unyielding. Once this kind of race appears, it will be able to add color to the ancient land.

, will also bring some peace and tranquility to this endless killing.

Although she had something in mind, Nuwa didn't know how to do it. At this time, she couldn't help but look far away in the direction of Beihai. With her admiration and passion for Chen Yuyang, her heart was racing, and she kept thinking: "What if it were on the ancient land?"

How wonderful it would be if all the people here are as elegant and approachable as Taoist Brother Qingyang!"

Thinking of this, Nuwa became even more confused. She didn't know what to do if she wanted to create a race. Just as she was thinking, two rays of light jumped out from between her eyebrows. It was above the North Sea that Chen Yuyang handed over

Two of her treasures.

"Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, Vine Whip, how should we use this?" Nuwa kept thinking and thinking in her heart.

The more she looked at these two things, the more profound and lingering impression Nuwa had on Chen Yuyang. Chen Yuyang's smiling face kept flashing in her mind, and she couldn't help but sit slumped on the ground, with a silly happy smile on her cheeks.

Meaning. After pinching a piece of earth-colored earth, Nuwa began to shape a small figure in her mind according to Chen Yuyang's appearance. Looking at this little clay figurine, it was like looking at Chen Yuyang. In one breath, Nuwa made many small clay figurines, including Chen Yuyang.

Feng Qingyun's gentle smile, Chen Yuyang's quiet contemplation, and his various appearances. But suddenly Nuwa's eyebrows trembled, and she thought to herself: "Isn't it too monotonous?"

So she kneaded a row of little clay figurines in her own image. Looking at these little clay figurines, Nuwa's heart felt like honey, and the happy smile on her cheeks never stopped. Then she kneaded many, many more people, and she had her own

Brother, there are Zhuge Qingqing, everyone she has seen in the ancient land, and even a little clay figurine that looks like Hongjun. But looking at the little clay figurine that looks like Hongjun, she is still a little naughty.

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun looked at Nuwa in the lower realm with a smile and said: "This girl!"

Seeing the rows of little clay figures standing in front of her, Nuwa smiled with satisfaction and breathed a breath of immortal energy on these little clay figures. The little clay figures came to life instantly. However, after a few moments, Nuwa frowned a little.

The little clay figurine can move and walk, but it is lifeless, has no spiritual consciousness, and does not have any expression. It is just like a machine and cannot be considered a living thing at all.

After thinking about it for countless days and nights, Nuwa finally thought of the key. She patted her head with a self-deprecating smile and said: "After all, it is soil, and there is no blood connection. How can it become a spiritual creature?"

Thinking of this, Nuwa sprayed a mouthful of blood on the bodies of these little clay figurines, and in an instant, colorful lights flashed. These little clay figurines actually walked towards Nuwa, bowed respectfully and said: "We have seen the Holy Mother, the Holy Mother's Golden

install!"

Nuwa smiled with satisfaction and said: "No courtesy!"

Seeing that this method was completed, Nuwa kept squeezing the Jiutianxi soil in her hands, and then a mouthful of immortal energy, a mouthful of blood essence, and another group of people appeared. In this way, Nuwa squeezed it regardless of day and night.

For several years, her hands were aching, so she couldn't help but pick up the vine whip that Chen Yuyang gave her, mixed the Jiutianxi soil into a thin mud, and then threw out the whip one by one. In an instant, the small clay figurines turned into humanoid shapes, respectfully.

Said: "See Our Lady, Holy Mother's Golden Annunciation!"

I don’t know how many years have passed, but Nuwa’s repetitive movements finally stopped. It took half of her blood essence and blood to create tens of thousands of people. She wiped the sweat from her face, stood up with a weak body, and shook her head.

Shaking and pale, Nuwa smiled softly and looked at the human race with eyes full of love, as if she was a loving mother looking at her child.

After a long time, Nuwa swayed slightly, showed a sweet smile and said: "You will be a human race from now on!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a seven-color rainbow descended from the sky and poured directly into Nuwa's body. Immediately afterwards, Nuwa's body was filled with endless splendor, the heaven and earth trembled, and the sea boiled. The merits from the sky dropped to Nuwa, nine points from Nuwa, one point from the cane whip, and the merits became enlightened.

, Nuwa became a saint. Endless human beings on the earth bowed their heads and worshiped!
Chapter completed!