Xining came back to her senses in the shock of a first-generation god. These guys had already started to complain and quibble.

The more I talked, the more excited I became. After listening for a while, I finally got the matter clear.

The one who dies is called "strength-poverty". The power of strength is born with divine power, and it is the most powerful among all the first generation of gods. The disadvantage is that they have no brains and are completely solved by force.

Since she came here, she has enlightened these first-generation gods. Not only have the first-generation gods learned survival skills, but she has also cultivated the magical powers she can use because of seeing the magical operations she showed.

In this way, the power is not absolute. No matter how strong you are, you need speed and flight, you can avoid and fight back. After being beaten for hundreds of years, Liqian finally learned to fly and speed. After practicing for thousands of years, you can finally fight back against the first generation of gods who bullied him.

I only think of that when I have enough food and clothing. I have not had a female first generation god for hundreds of years and I am willing to accept him, so he beats him whenever he meets a male, and whenever he meets a female... Cough cough, that's it, everyone understands it.

The other first-generation gods could not stand his tyranny, so they united and organized and planned to realize the first murder on the planet.

The "Yao Qing" with the best voice attracts "Liqian" with singing, the "Chaoxi" with the most beautiful face and the "Xuanniao" with the best dance posture will use the "long thoughts" of illusion to trap it into the beauty of the dance and song.

At this time, the "Good Bow" that is good at shooting first uses spiritual energy to gather into arrows, and shoots it in the dark and is extremely poor.

Liqiong woke up in shock, but found that he was wrapped in cloth and built a stone wall around him. It was done by "Zhiya" and "Chao Ling".

When he wanted to use brute force to break free, the same powerful "Hao Chong" forced himself to hold the stone, preventing him from coming out, and other first-generation gods also helped.

It was difficult for the first generation of gods to die. They could not kill the thick skin of the sturdy body with spiritual energy, knife, or stone. They could only invite the "priest" and "stove officials" who wanted to stay out of the matter to make fire outside, and roast the sturdy body into jerky meat alive, and roast it to death.

Anyway, everyone was involved, and those who refused were dragged into the water.

Looking at the thirteen first-generation gods kneeling in front of them, crying, shouting for justice, and reprimanding the dead who have no virtue and are in chaos, Xining was really amused and crying.

"Okay!" she shouted, then she suppressed her voice. She looked at her first generation of gods who were trembling and even trembling, and felt a headache.

I just lost one of my sister’s gifts. Do you know how expensive it is?

Mo Ming: "It's not cheap."

OK, I know it's not cheap. Now the problem is, how to solve this problem. It was the first time she encountered such a thing.

Mo Ming: "That's right, it doesn't matter if you don't understand it for the first time. Do you want me to teach you?"

Uh...this seems something is wrong.

OK, teach me, what can I do? Don’t say that I will kill them all, the loss will be greater. Don’t say that I punish them, I still have to do the task and I don’t have time to watch them.

Mo Ming: "Look at what you think, your thoughts are getting more and more dirty."

Xining...

Are you dirty in your mind? Be patient, don’t you say it or not, forget it.

Mo Ming: "It is better to put it in the dead than to put it in the living. Either buy one to make up for it or resurrect it."

Resurrection??Can this thing be resurrected?

Mo Ming: "Yes, it's a little more expensive, but it's cheaper than buying one, half price."

What price?

Mo Ming: "All your points are not only obtained by doing tasks, but also the faith you have gained over the past few thousand years."

...so expensive!

She was so distressed that she raised her index finger and pointed at the prodigal sons. Her fingers were trembling: "Tell me, what are you doing? No matter how bad the strength is, it is your brother. No matter how bad he is, he must have never thought of killing you, right? Don't think that if the law does not blame the public, you can kill the cub of this god at will. Cough cough, my child."

They were all so angry that they looked at them kneeling down and begging for mercy in fear and fear, begging her not to get angry. How can I not get angry? I will be so angry that I will be so angry that I will be so angry.

Mo Ming: "Are you going to buy one again or resurrect it?"

Nonsense, if you have enough points to buy one now, you can’t buy half of it, of course it’s resurrection.

Mo Ming: "After resurrection, there are memories of the previous life, so why don't you be afraid of trouble?"

The trouble is also the little bastards. Sister Guan is nothing to do. Don’t kill him in the future if he thinks it’s troublesome. He beat him harder. There is still something to do after fighting. War can make the progress of force and technology.

Mo Ming: "Then let's resurrection, but the price of resurrection is different. If there is a whole corpse, it is cheaper than leaving only bones. If there is a bone, it is cheaper than crushing bones and ashes, and nothing is cheaper."

As soon as she heard this, she immediately came to her senses: "Where is the corpse? The roasted ones will never be eaten, right? Take me to see."

The pile of stones is made of mountain rocks into an elliptical cylindrical shape, three meters wide and two meters high.

The first generation of gods knelt down and worshiped the queen of God: "Goddess Xining, the power is in it."

She was lucky, and her palms moved forward, and the pile of stones moved away from each other, revealing the corpses inside.

The stones surrounded the corpse tightly and baked it on fire outside. All the moisture had been baked, and the clothes had long turned into powder. The whole corpse was dark red... These unworthy cubs made him look like bacon, a thousand-year-old bacon.

Mo Ming worked as a worker.

Mo Ming: "Hmph~"

Rolling his eyes, is Mo Ming, who is extremely wise and brave, and is extremely powerful?

Mo Ming: "What's the matter?"

Can you help you resurrect this jerky?

Mo Ming: "It's easy to say, judging from your sincerity!"

Angry, have you ever seen such a cheap system, and can you?

Mo Ming sinisterly: "Who is cheap?"

Hahahaha, I look for friends, find a good friend, see you, see me, see two good friends, be so mean.

Mo Ming: "Hmph~"

A gust of wind rose around the mummy, forming a small tornado, which was circling around the corpse. The wind was very strong, and the kneeling first god could only crawl on the ground, close to the ground so that he would not be scraped away.

She stood in front of the body, but was not affected at all. She didn't even raise her skirt and didn't even have a mess of hair.

When the wind speed gradually decreased and the first gods were blown so hard that they could not even lift their heads, they looked closely and the mummies lying on the ground had returned to their original state.

Mo Ming: "Okay, you can think of some coquettish words to wake him up."

Yes, this will show the power of God.

Even if there is no divine power, the words of bluffing are not uncommon, and they are not something that can be easily captured.

Standing in front, he said seriously: "I am exhausted, wake up quickly!"

No response, Mo Ming, is this guy alive?

Mo Ming: "I reserved a minute for you to perform well, but you just said this nonsense."

I rolled my eyes, it wasn’t that troublesome, I knew that I still felt ache after losing all my money.

Come on, the whole show is going to be performed!

She was so angry that she kicked her over: "Don't sleep, wake me up!"

Mo Ming...

He kicked Liqiong away, fell heavily to the ground and woke up.
Chapter completed!