Primordial Era: Lighting lamps, burying the ancestral master!

Chapter 273 Pingxin appears in the dark world, Nuwa turns against Tiangang!

"Boom~"

The calm sea of ​​true spirits suddenly surged into huge waves. Countless true spirits were floating in the water, creating one shocking beauty after another.

And in the very center of the True Spirit Sea, a mysterious whirlpool suddenly formed, causing the entire True Spirit Sea to riot!

A sea eye is formed!

"Congratulations to fellow Taoist for taking one step further."

The sound of burning lanterns came, and He walked out of the void, looking towards the sea eye with a smile.

There, there was a brand-new figure, and under that figure was a giant that was a thousand times taller than the mountain.

That is Hou Tu, or also called: Empress Pingxin!

After two Yuanhui years, Hou Tu finally cultivated his Yuan Shen to the Da Luo level.

Then, she integrated her soul with the Sea of ​​True Spirit, and with her soul as the core, she opened up this eye for the Sea of ​​True Spirit!

In order to integrate with reincarnation, her soul turned into a god who holds the power of reincarnation, calling it: Pingxin!

"The six paths of reincarnation appear, and there will be no more shamans in the future."

A trace of pity flashed in Hou Tu's eyes: "The sea of ​​true spirits is different from the sea of ​​blood. The ancestral witch Hou Tu will never be able to go back."

"It was my fault."

There was an apology on Ran Deng's face. He really didn't want to trick him this time.

But the reality is exactly the opposite.

"I don't blame fellow Taoist, you have given me a great opportunity."

Hou Tu smiled reluctantly: "Whether it's to me or to me, it's all the same!"

Ran Deng was silent.

"Two Yuanhui protectors, fellow Taoists, don't owe me anything."

"Please, fellow Taoist, move too quickly. I am waiting for you there."

Hou Turou smiled: "But I have to trouble my fellow Taoist to come back here again. I have something to leave to the Wu clan to repay the cause and effect."

"I'm not as good as fellow Taoist."

Ran Deng bowed his hands and bowed before turning around and leaving the netherworld.

Passing through the barrier between the two realms, Ran Deng went directly to the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

Without his induction, a powerful and transcendent divine aura full of endless vitality came oncoming.

That is Nuwa's breath.

Following this breath, Ran Deng came to a familiar place.

This is a valley.

It is the place where the innate gourd vine, one of the top ten best innate spiritual roots in the past, was located.

But now, the place where the gourd vine originally was has turned into a bottomless abyss.

A yellow and dying gourd vine hangs in the middle, towering into the sea of ​​stars, seemingly distorting the universe of time and space.

"You came."

Nuwa's light voice came.

She did not turn around, but squatted around the gourd vine, holding a cauldron and mixing it with the soil.

The tripod is the Qiankun tripod, the best innate spiritual treasure, reversible and acquired.

Soil is the soil of the Nine Heavens, and is the ancestral source of soil. One grain can turn into a land and a mountain, and its wonderful uses are endless.

Water is not ordinary water, but the true water of heaven, which can transform all things and contain everything.

In addition, there is a wisp of red liquid that exudes a refreshing fragrance mixed in it.

That is Nuwa's sacred blood.

"Congratulations to fellow Taoist for taking the third step and completing the Great Way of Creation!"

Ran Deng stopped and did not get too close to Nu Wa.

It's just that the excitement can't be suppressed, but there is still a hint of clues.

"It's me who should congratulate fellow Taoist."

Nuwa stopped, stood up, turned around, and looked at Ran Deng with a half-smile:

"What Taoist friends have asked for for tens of yuan, you will finally get what you want today."

"Ugh?"

Looking at Nuwa with a smile on her face, Ran Deng's face instantly fell. He scratched his head and said:

"Can't you stop exposing it? This is so embarrassing."

Ran Deng is not surprised at all that Nuwa can see through his own thoughts.

Nuwa's IQ is not inferior to Fuxi's.

But the authorities are confused and the onlookers are clear. She never got involved in the situation, so naturally she could see everything very clearly.

Including His plans and calculations.

"You, who has a thicker skin than Buzhoushan, would you feel embarrassed?" Nuwa curled her lips and said:

“Besides, now is the best opportunity to make a statement.

Otherwise, after this new race is born, what else can I use to blackmail you? "

In fact, since before the birth of the Witch Clan, she had been always wary of burning lanterns.

Because she could feel that Ran Deng was very special to her.

Not even Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Bai Ze, and even her brother Fuxi could escape Ran Deng's plot.

But unfortunately, he never plotted against her.

Therefore, she initially thought that Ran Deng might have some evil intentions towards her.

But later, she discovered that this guy had never thought about this at all.

In this way, she then speculated that Ran Deng's actions were all guiding her to perfect the path of creation.

At that moment, she had some realization.

What Ran Deng values ​​​​is not her, but her avenue and the "products" of her avenue.

To Honghuang and to Him, Ran Deng, he is a truly perfect creature!

"Fellow Taoist, if you have any requests, just ask."

Ran Deng said helplessly.

He was like being grabbed by Nuwa for seven inches. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't exert any strength.

Humanity is not his obsession, but his immediate need!

It is the most suitable material for His Way!

Whether it is the road of funerals, the road of introduction, or the road of erotic soul, it is all like this!

"- split!"

Nuwa raised three fingers:

"No matter how much divine participation you have, I will always hold % of the fate and general trend of this race!"

"Fellow Taoist, this is a bit greedy."

Ran Deng immediately jumped to his feet: "In this era, the lich must be destroyed, and both sides will suffer!"

"Only this "human race" rises, and it will always be the protagonist from now on!"

"Let His time flow, the tide ebbs and flows, the human race will never decline!"

"Not to mention the six future saints including Taiqing, Yuqing, Shangqing, Zhunti, you and me, even that old...teacher Hongjun has to take a share!"

"Now you say you get %, but we only get % in total?

Then wouldn’t we be kneeling down to beg for food? "

"Aren't you?"

Nuwa patted the Qiankun Ding: "Thirty percent, no less!

Anyway, now the two Lich clans are the protagonists of the prehistoric era. I am slowly accumulating resources and I will be able to take the fourth step sooner or later! "

"Nuwa, you can't be too greedy as a god."

Ran Deng advised earnestly.

Nuwa immediately retorted:

"What else can you do if you are not greedy?"

"Innately holy and not greedy?"

"If you're not greedy, you're still divine!"

Ran Deng: "Thirty percent?"

Nuwa: "Nothing less!"

After a moment of stalemate, Ran Deng nodded helplessly:

"Okay, you can start."

"This is the first condition, why are you panicking?"

Nuwa rolled her eyes at Ran Deng, she would not follow the rhythm of Ran Deng.

Otherwise, you will fall into a trap sooner or later.

Ran Deng: "...You continue."

"The second condition is that Fuxi should be the leader of this human race!"

Nuwa stretched out her second finger.

To this, Ran Deng had only one reply: "I hope the third condition is also the last."

"That's natural."

Nuwa suddenly smiled sadly:

"Third, you need to find a small dark room and lock Fuxi in ten or eight yuanhui first!"

(End of this chapter)