Chapter 793 Nuwa creates humans
"If a ray of Hongmeng Purple Qi corresponds to a saint, then Hongjun should also be counted. Because of me, the Hongmeng Purple Qi that Nuwa obtained is fake, so it really belongs to Patriarch Hongyun." Lin Fan speculated.
"Without Hongmeng Purple Qi, how can Nuwa become a saint? Become a saint through merit? However, she cannot become a saint simply through merit. She must increase her combat power to make up for her shortcomings."
The absence of Hongmeng Purple Qi means that there is no opportunity for sanctification, but the lack of opportunity for sanctification does not mean that one cannot become a saint.
Lin Fan decided to teach a saint himself.
With Lin Fan's knowledge beyond the saint level, it would be easy to teach a saint.
After making the decision, Lin Fan began to practice it and began to teach Nuwa how to practice. By the way, he also planned to teach Fuxi.
However, Fuxi didn't like Lin Fan, and because he had the pseudo-Hongmeng Purple Qi perception, he didn't accept Lin Fan's teachings.
Pseudo Hongmeng Purple Qi is not an opportunity for sainthood, it does not mean that it cannot be used.
If you study and practice seriously, you can theoretically achieve half-step to become a quasi-sage.
In this way, Lin Fan taught Nuwa the way to become a saint, while Fuxi realized the Hongmeng Purple Qi.
Time passes in practice.
As spring passed and autumn came, Nuwa's combat power increased by several levels, and her level slowly improved.
To Lin Fan, it looked slow, but to Fu Xi, it looked terrifyingly fast.
How many years have passed from the first level of quasi-sage to the eighth level of quasi-sage.
"Brother, I am almost at the sixth level of the Saint..."
"Quasi-Saint Seventh Level..."
"Quasily the Eighth Level Saint..."
Nuwa's astonishing improvement made Fuxi give up his understanding of the pseudo-Hongmeng purple energy and switch to Lin Fan's sect.
However, Fuxi started late, and Lin Fan did not have the habit of teaching the knowledge he had taught again, so Fuxi only learned the second half of Professor Lin Fan's knowledge.
"Brother, I am almost at the ninth level of the Saint!" Nuwa's cheerful voice sounded in Fuxi's ears.
Fuxi almost vomited blood in depression. Only then did he realize what he had missed by not hearing Lin Fan's previous sermon.
At this time, there are still five hundred years before the third sermon.
...
On this day, Nuwa, just like before, finished her practice and took a walk in Buzhou Mountain.
After they dispersed, Nuwa once again remembered that Lin Fan was alone in the wilderness, and that there was only Lin Fan in the human race, and she immediately had the idea of creating a human being.
She wanted to create humans because there was only one Lin Fan in the human race. She didn't want to see Lin Fan alone. It would be too lonely if he was alone.
Nuwa frowned, and countless runes flashed around her as she walked around, trying to figure out the possibility of creation.
Pushing and pushing, Nuwa created the art of creation, took away the magic of creation, and created life out of thin air.
The more she thought about it, the easier it became for Nuwa to create a human being.
She used Lin Fan's standards to measure and design people, and found that creating the human race seemed very simple, simpler than creating any other prehistoric race, because the human race was too weak.
"There must be some miscalculation. It's impossible for Senior Lin Fan's race to be so weak? I must have made a miscalculation."
Nuwa continued to speculate.
In her calculations, she did not realize that her opportunity had arrived.
She was too busy calculating that she had no time to notice the opportunity that was coming.
She calculated again and again and concluded that creating the human race was a simple matter.
According to her calculations, the human race is inherently deficient and cannot even defeat the weakest tigers and lions in the ancient world. Without training, it may not even be able to defeat a goose.
The human race is a race with a combat power of only 0.5%.
"The race created based on Senior Lin Fan cannot be so weak. There must be some miscalculation. Senior Lin Fan is so powerful, so the race created based on him must be very powerful."
Nuwa made the calculation for the 1,368th time and came to the same conclusion as before.
"How is that possible?!" Nuwa still didn't want to believe it.
For a moment, Nuwa was entangled and frowned.
Fuxi soon noticed Nuwa's entanglement and frowned, and immediately stepped forward to ask Nuwa what happened.
When Fuxi heard Nuwa's answer, he had the urge to strangle Lin Fan alive.
"Brother, don't make trouble, go ahead. I'm just thinking about how to create a human with Senior Lin Fan!"
Nuwa continued to think, not even looking at her brother's face that turned from handsome to scary and surprised.
Fuxi heard Nuwa's answer and said nothing.
He returned to his residence, silently picked up Fuxiqin, Hetu, and Luoshu, walked to Lin Fan who was drinking tea on the mountain, and immediately sacrificed all the quasi-sacred soldiers at once, looking at Lin Fan murderously.
"Senior Lin Fan, as a teacher, you actually did something that goes against the teacher's ethics. Don't you have nothing to say?"
Lin Fan looked at the three resurrected quasi-sacred weapons, then glanced at Fuxi, and slapped Fuxi down with a palm to suppress them.
Fuxi, who was at the eighth level of quasi-sage, couldn't bear Lin Fan's palm.
"What happened again?" Lin Fan asked as he stepped on Fu Xi.
It's normal. Every year Fuxi always has a few days when he needs to be beaten.
"Nuwa and I created humans?"
After Lin Fan heard what Fu Xi said, his forehead was filled with black lines.
"Nu Wa means to create a new race. Where did you think of it?"
"Did I get distracted?"
"certainly."
"Then senior Lin Fan, can you release me?"
"Okay." Lin Fan said happily.
"Can you please remove He Tu, Luo Shu, and Fu Xiqin who are suppressing me? It's very heavy to carry them around."
Fuxi looked at the quasi-saint soldiers floating above his head to suppress him.
Fuxi was not the first to be suppressed by his own quasi-sacred soldiers, nor would he be the last.
As soon as he finished speaking, Fuxi realized that no one was in front of him.
"Senior, where are we?"
On the side of the mountain, Nuwa is still struggling, but the power of creation has begun to operate, constructing the first human race.
"Senior Lin Fan's race cannot be that good. He lacks training and his combat power is not as high as that of a goose. It is definitely fake!"
Nuwa decided to create a human race based on Lin Fan's ideal.
With thought, the immortal essence surged out.
The art of creation conquers the creation of heaven and earth, the creatures in the void, and the human form first takes shape.
"Too weak... If my art of creation is correct, then the human race that senior Lin Fan came from should not be strong. Many people have only 0.5 combat power. However, the human race that senior Lin Fan came from cannot be so weak.
.I am the Creator, how can I make them stronger?"
Nuwa began to experiment.
Add a bunch of random genius treasures to the original Terran model.
Those who were dissatisfied were destroyed by her one by one. In the end, only a pair of experimental groups who joined Xi soil and Shenshui were left.
"I still feel like something is missing? Yin and Yang move between heaven and earth. How can there be no fire if there is water?"
Nuwa summoned the divine fire and used it to burn the human model.
The human model at this time was just a tiny one, less than half a foot tall, and its face was blurry.
"Creating humans?"
Lin Fan's voice sounded behind Nuwa, startling Nuwa.
Like a child who was caught doing something bad, Nuwa put the human model behind her.
"show me."
"No." Nuwa refused, but when she saw Lin Fan's unyielding look, she immediately changed her mind.
"Just watch, but don't laugh. Don't call it ugly."
"Okay, okay, I won't laugh." Lin Fan swore.
After repeated assurances, Nuwa took out the human model.
It's just a model, not brought to life yet.
(End of chapter)
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