NOVEL NEXT Chapter 77: Ashura clan, come out!
Which tribe living in the prehistoric world now has tens of millions of years of history, and which family has a Daluo being in charge.
This is the most basic thing.
This is the biggest gap between the human race and other prehistoric tribes.
The completely incomparable foundation, the tribes that have been passed down for tens of millions of years, even if they are in decline, but as long as they are passed down, they all have their own special features.
It can only be said that the human race was born in the best era and the worst era.
The good thing is that this is an opportunity for the human race, and the bad thing is that the prehistoric world is now in a catastrophe.
The rise of the human race is largely due to the war between witches and liches.
To sum it up in two words, that is to pick up leaks.
It just happened to be at this point in time.
In the endless chaos of chaos.
A golden palace was floating in the chaos,
and there were three big characters written on it, the divine text of the Heavenly Dao: Wahuang Palace! !
The Three Pure Ones first appeared outside the Wahuang Palace.
"Three uncles, please come in." Nuwa's Taoist child Lingzhuzi, who was reincarnated as Nezha in the Conferred God Tribulation, is now just a Taoist child in the Wa Palace.
But even so, it is not bad. This is a saint. The heavens and the worlds are supreme. Even the Taoist children around the saints are not simple.
The Three Pure Ones nodded and glanced at Lingzhuzi, and then entered the palace.
"Congratulations, junior sister." The Three Pure Ones said to Nuwa with a smile on their faces.
Nuwa said with a smile on her face: "Three senior brothers are polite, please sit down."
The Three Pure Ones sat directly on the prepared futon.
Then the two from the West also came here, and after greeting Nuwa, they also sat on the futon.
Then Di Jun and Taiyi came with many spiritual creatures.
All the other great gods in the prehistoric world came to the Wa Palace. Of course, there was a special existence that did not come, that is the Styx.
However, the Styx was lonely in the prehistoric world and had few friends. It was the same whether he came or not.
What surprised others the most was that the twelve witch ancestors actually came.
You should know that Nuwa became a saint, but she is a saint of the demon clan, and is revered as the Queen of Nuwa in the demon clan. The twelve witch ancestors and the demon clan are mortal enemies.
Unexpectedly, the twelve witch ancestors also sent generous gifts.
Nuwa naturally knew why, and had no objection to the twelve witch ancestors, and also arranged seats.
The sermon began.
When Nuwa was preaching.
The sea of blood in the wild.
The endless sea of blood was surging.
The Styx looked at the lonely ghosts in the endless sea of blood expressionlessly, and an idea rose in the mind of the Styx, as if it was deeply rooted.
This idea was to create a new race.
Imitate Nuwa to create humans and become a saint.
With a look of expectation in his eyes, the Styx began his own journey of creation.
Soon a strange race appeared in front of the Styx.
The men were extremely ugly, but the women were beautiful and unparalleled, Asura! !
"God is above, I, Minghe, feel the creation of heaven and earth, and today I create a race called: Asura! Asura is coming!!!"
The God of Heaven is shaking!!
The light of merit fell, and Minghe's cultivation level was infinitely raised, but it did not stop until the peak of Quasi-Saint.
The gods of the prehistoric world also sensed what Minghe did, with a trace of thought in their eyes.
Creating life is easy for them, but if it is useless, they will not create it.
Minghe imitated Nuwa to create humans and become a saint, and he also created a race, but he only improved his cultivation a little, which was not desirable in the eyes of the prehistoric gods.
After all, if you create a race, the karma brought by this race will also bite back to the creator, which is why these prehistoric gods have no idea in this regard.
Why add some more burdens?
Especially after Minghe created a race, it was impossible to become a saint, which also made other prehistoric gods who were ready to imitate give up this idea.
Minghe looked at the Asura clan in front of him, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
However, Minghe did not really ignore it afterwards. He directly opened up an Asura world in Minghe and let the Asura clan settle in it.
On Chaos Island.
Yuan Meng looked at the little guy in his arms.
"The Asura clan is also born?" Yuan Meng smiled. The Asura clan is also a good race.
In the future, it is also a well-known clan.
In addition to the existence of the ancestor of Minghe, the entire Asura clan, looking at the world, also has a place.
Minghe is one of the strongest people under the saints.
Although he is not as good as those sub-saints, he is also an invincible existence in the quasi-saint realm.
Even the saints can't do anything to Minghe. In a word, Minghe has nothing but a lot of life. Unless the sea of blood evaporates, Minghe will not die.
"Daddy, Nannan wants to go out and play." Nannan said to Yuan Meng with a little desire in her big eyes.
"You are not allowed to go out, at least not now. Wait until Nantu grows up, then go." Yuan Meng said with a smile on his face.
"When will Nantu grow up?" Nantu said with a trace of distress on her face.
"Well, when Nantu can break the seal that Daddy has placed on Tuguo, then Nantu will grow up." Yuan Meng said with a smile.
"That will take a long, long, long time." Nantu muttered, with a little unhappiness on her chubby little face.
Yuan Meng looked at his daughter.
"Nanny, daddy brought you a gift when he came back this time. Do you want to know what it is?" Yuan Meng said to her.
"Gift? What gift?" Nannan looked at Yuan Meng with little stars in her eyes, still looking forward to it.
"Well, that's it." Yuan Meng stretched out a hand, a barrier appeared in his palm, and a black and white dumpling appeared in Yuan Meng's hand.
"嘤嘤嘤!!" shouted as the black and white dumpling was holding Yuan Meng's palm.
About the size of a milk dog.
Nannan looked at the little dumpling in front of her with bright eyes.
"Do you like it?" Yuanmeng said to Nannan, with a doting smile on his face.
"I like it." Nannan struggled and flew out of Yuanmeng's arms, floating in the air, and grabbed the small dumpling in Yuanmeng's hand.
Yuanmeng smiled: "Nanny, I have to treat her well from now on."
"Yeah." Nannan nodded.
Yuanmeng looked at the black and white dumpling in front of him. The origin of this dumpling is not simple. It was the first iron-eating beast in the world and mastered the existence of the innate yin and yang.
It looks like a dumpling, but it's not a bad thing.
But now, he had just emerged from the Golden Immortal realm and was discovered by Yuanmeng, who then brought him back to be Nannan's companion.
To prevent this little guy from spending boring days tossing those poor elixir-transformed creatures on the island.
Just at this time.
Yuan Meng looked outside the island with a strange look in his eyes.
A monkey with yellow hair all over its body was scratching its head and looking at the island's restrictions, trying to get in, but there was no way.
The most peculiar thing is that this monkey has six ears.