Honghuang: Deceiving the Heavenly Demon Lotus, starting with deceiving the Western Church

Chapter 115: Wang Teng Saves the World, Nuwa Becomes a Saint

Nuwa's heart trembled. As the book said, a group of human monks crossed the vast sea.

They have to pacify the dark creatures for the survival of their race.

People shouted, accompanied by the sound of trumpets, putting life and death behind them.

Each of these figures is like a living fossil that has lived for thousands of years.

There is also a young man with a childish face and clear and innocent eyes...

"Repair my sword and kill people in the sky!"

"Spilt my blood and marched forward!"

There were too many monsters in the sea of ​​​​boundary. Although there were many human creatures, at this moment, they all fell down one by one.

However, in the passage at the other end of the sea boundary, human beings are still rushing forward!

The dark sea must be razed to the ground, otherwise the human race will be in danger.

There is no time.

At this moment, all the married middle-aged men died.

And those unmarried men began to go to the battlefield.

Eventually, this group of people died.

In order, they are the elderly, women, children...

When Nuwa saw this, the paper of the novel in her hand became wet.

She was moved by the spirit of the human race.

At the same time, there was infinite anger burning in my heart.

The human race is so united, so why are they treated like this in this novel?

Finally, Nuwa saw the most powerful fighter in the novel, the Immortal Emperor, taking action.

He had been in seclusion for too long, and only now did he realize how much the outside world had changed.

The Immortal Emperor Wang Teng was filled with divine aura, with long hair draped over his shoulders and eyes as cold as lightning.

He came riding on a tripod and crossed the boundary sea directly.

The moment his figure appeared, the sky collapsed and the darkness was swept away.

Wang Teng's eyes, as sharp as those of a god, shot straight forward.

The body of the Dark Emperor named Ye Hei, who was at the top of the Sea of ​​Realm, suddenly shattered, and he was killed instantly like the big black dog next to him.

"Whoever stands in the way of my king will be crushed to pieces, both man and dog!"

With a loud shout, the heaven and earth shook. The avenue buzzed and the heaven and earth trembled.

A group of dark emperors rushed towards Wang Teng.

Between heaven and earth, endless magical and brilliant light burst out.

Under Nuwa's sight, the Immortal Emperor Wang Teng in the novel killed eighty-two emperors in a row.

It can be said that it is the strongest existence of the human race.

Finally, Wang Teng put down the dark turmoil and wiped out the entire dark land.

But Wang Teng is the only one left in the world.

Wang Teng felt too lonely.

He sat cross-legged in the void, dissipating all his life essence and transforming into a living being that once existed between heaven and earth.

Those dead figures are gathering...

And Wang Teng was disappearing.

Between heaven and earth, only a carefree and loud laugh remained.

"Those who came before me have followed my example, and I will follow those who come after me."

Nuwa saw that one hundred and twenty thousand years had suddenly passed in the timeline of the book.

The human race prospered, and every city had a huge statue of Wang Teng.

Beijing.

A man named Wang Mang, his youngest son, was born tonight.

Wang Mang named the child Wang Teng.

That night, strange phenomena occurred repeatedly in the sky above the Wang family.

Wang Mang held the child in his arms and shouted with great enthusiasm: "My son Wang Teng has the potential to be an emperor."

When Nuwa read this, she discovered that there were only three words at the end, and the book was over.

She felt relieved that Wang Teng had a good ending and lived a second life.

In Nuwa's mind, although the human race does not have as strong a body as billions of other races and is not as compatible with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the human race also has many advantages.

Ling Xiao saw that she had finished reading, and then asked her to give her evaluation of the human race.

Nuwa said: "Strive for self-improvement, be fearless for the sake of the race, and value unity."

Ling Xiao nodded and said, "You can create the human race now."

Nuwa was puzzled and asked, "Me?"

Ling Xiao said: "Between heaven and earth, there are thousands of races, but the human race is missing."

"And the appearance of the human race is exactly the same as the Tao body that Pangu transformed into when he held up the sky."

"You created men and women according to the form of the great god Pangu."

Upon hearing this, Nuwa's mind was struck by lightning and she instantly became clear.

Only by creating a race can she be meritorious to the world, and then the merit will be bestowed upon her, and she can become a saint?

So many years.

She has been pursuing the path of sainthood for too long, but to no avail.

Now, he was enlightened by Ling Xiao's words.

Nuwa was extremely grateful. Such a favor, let alone the three magical treasures, even if she gave him all her own magical treasures, she would still not be able to repay him.

"Thank you, fellow cat!"

Hearing this, Ling Xiao touched his nose, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Fellow cat...

Meow, meow, meow???
I played the role of a kitten just now to appear pitiful and gain sympathy.

All the preparations were made for those three top-grade innate spiritual treasures.

As well as feedback on the cultivation of the Avenue of Deception and the Avenue of Ruse.

You can call me that now, I won’t argue with you.

But I let you know, after I lied to you, what should you call me?

now.

Ling Xiao explained to Nuwa the steps of creating the human race.

Let her take the whip in her hand, dip it in some sacred soil, and sprinkle it on the ground.

She did so.

The aura of the laws of nature permeates his whole body.

Those sacred lands transformed into little people, who were the same as the humans in later generations, except that they were not wearing clothes.

In a blink of an eye, three thousand little people were built.

They are gradually growing up, and in just a short while, they will be no different from the human creatures of later generations.

"Kitty, come and see, the sacred soil in my hand is gone."

Nuwa said anxiously.

Ling Xiao took out the Nine Heavens Xirang and handed it to her, saying, "Another 3,000 people, including 1,500 men and 1,500 women."

Nuwa smiled and said, "When you took this treasure away, I knew it was meant for me. You were so fierce at that time."

Ling Xiao smiled and said, "Not as fierce as my sister."

He glanced at Nuwa's chest.

When Nuwa noticed his gaze, she immediately became shy and rolled her eyes at him. She turned around, holding a rattan whip in her hand, dipped it in the Nine Heavens Soil, and transformed it into little people.

In the end, the innate human race created a total of 6,000 people.

Nuwa looked up to the sky, her voice spreading to every corner, "God is above, I, Nuwa, feel that the races of heaven and earth are incomplete today, so I have created a race, called the human race."

"Humans, stand!"

The Way of Heaven was moved. There was a roar in the void, and thousands of golden clouds of merit slowly fell down.

Finally, it fell into Nuwa's body, and her cultivation suddenly rose to the sub-sage realm.

Nuwa’s cultivation level is still increasing, from the first level of sub-sage to the tenth level.

Her whole body was shining with golden light, and in a flash, a wisp of her soul finally flew out and settled in the void of heaven.

boom! ! !
The terrifying pressure from the saint instantly swept to every corner of the prehistoric world.

Nuwa's realm was promoted to the first level of Heavenly Saint.

Under the saints, all are ants.

This is not a joke. The saint of heaven can control the will of heaven and earth and act on behalf of heaven!
A saint's thought can see through all causes and effects, and he can travel through the heavens with one thought. His true spirit is immortal and exists forever.

As the saint's pressure swept over, countless creatures in the ancient world were completely in an uproar.

(End of this chapter)