The destruction of the prehistoric world has brought about the pacification of the Hongmeng Realm, all things are revived, and the spirits are awakening. The world is developing in a prosperous direction.
The saint of the Heavenly Dao in Hongmeng Realm will slowly be resurrected, while the saint of the Heavenly Dao in the Prehistoric Realm is sealed under the Zhuxian formation along with the Prehistoric Realm.
The flames are burning in the prehistoric world all year round. In the flames, you can even see some strange corpses. The corpses are like living creatures, growing every day, but burning by flames every day.
In the depths of the broken wilderness, the only one that is not sealed is the last golden crow in the world.
A golden crow guarding the broken wilderness.
Shortly after the prehistoric world was broken, the quilt was stripped out and placed in a corner of chaos.
In the world outside the sky, Zishou sat in chaos, staring at everything in the world of Hongmeng, and whispered: "My emotions seem to be disappearing..."
The road is ruthless!
He is already the great way, and his seven emotions and six desires are also disappearing.
He has known these days that one day his emotions will be lost and turned into a true manifestation of the great way.
Tongtian, Yun Zhongzi and Taoist Lord were sealed together, and they became saints through the underworld. The roots were in the underworld. After the destruction of the vast world, she was not resurrected, and seemed to be suppressed in the broken world. Nuwa used another kind of
The way exists, but it will never return to the present world.
He was the only saint in the prehistoric world now.
"All my old friends have passed away, and my emotions are getting worn out day by day. One day, I will no longer be me."
Zishou said softly, he had no pain or fear in his heart.
He has no sorrow or joy, no ruthlessness or thoughts.
He stared at the creatures in Hongmeng Realm and no longer returned to those women.
Even though Deng Chanyu, Princess Longji, Tiannv Ba and others were still alive, he had no intention of reunion with them.
A year has passed...
He sat in chaos, his body was invisible, but he was everywhere.
He saw the girls looking for him, but he did not show up.
Ten years have passed...
He saw Yunxiao gave birth to a son and named him Yunming.
He counted his fingers and found that this son was his.
"So there was one of hers at the beginning? So when I went to Biyou Palace, Bixiao would act like he hated me so much. He was already pregnant at that time." Zishou was free from joy and worry, as if he was looking at someone else.
Twenty years have passed...
The lifespan of the Three Emperors has ended and is in danger.
He returned the cave god aggregate that he had taken back from Hongjun's hand in a blink of an eye, allowing the Three Emperors to prolong their life for a thousand years.
A hundred years have passed...
There have been dynasties in the Hongmeng world.
The girls still did not give up looking for him, but they were so big that they were no less than the prehistoric world, but they could find them.
Thousands of years have passed...
In Hongmeng Realm, the capital is prosperous and the world is peaceful.
All his sons and daughters have attained saints.
Two thousand years have passed,
Things in the world have become unrecognizable, and the girls no longer look for him later. Some became monks and Taoists, some were in charge of the Beihai, some established religion, and some were clamoring for him to return in the world.
Zishou still did not show up, and two thousand years were only a blink of an eye for him.
After resetting the earth, water, fire and wind, and changing into a new world, most of the saints were sealed. Except for Lu Ya, he was the only one who survived.
On this day, he felt lonely.
Although there are many people in Hongmeng, no one can talk to him.
Those who can talk to him are either sealed or completely disappeared.
On this day, his strength reached the top and he realized that his memory was losing.
I forget a lot of things I remembered.
Not only memories, but also his body is disappearing.
"Am I almost becoming the complete incarnation of the Great Dao?"
Zishou muttered to himself.
"When this body is completely untied, my soul turns into a great way, and when it appears again, it will be in the form of an incarnation."
Zishou knew that he was only half a step away from the great way.
“My body is still useful…”
He suddenly rose up and wanted to make people with his own body.
"Although Hongmeng in the New World has the gods of the East and the gods of India, there are no Western gods or hells. Then, I will create Western gods with my flesh."
The first thing he thought of was the seven deadly sins.
Those are seven evil deeds in ancient Greek theology that damage personal spirituality, arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, binge eating and lust.
After thinking about it, Zishou finally decided to take action.
His soul left his body and then used his hands as a knife to break his body into seven parts.
The body of the saint of the Great Dao appeared, and after it was cut, there was a bright light shining.
Each represents a crime and can also create a person.
However, at this point, I encountered a problem.
"Although I can make my body with my body, I lack souls, no souls, and even if I create the seven deadly sins, I have no emotions."
Suddenly, he thought of something, stretched out his hand and opened the seven or eight magic banners.
These magic banners contain the souls of several people.
As the demon-striking banner unfolded, all these souls appeared in front of them.
In the Kunlun Mirror, he used the magic puppet method to bring out the six golden immortals in the Ancient Sect. Later, the six golden immortals fell in the battle with Shanhai Yuanshi. In order to save them, Zishou took them into the devil's attack.
banner.
But with the destruction of the prehistoric world, the Kunlun Mirror was also destroyed.
These people are reflections. After two thousand years, all memories and emotions have been lost.
Zishou stretched out his hand to wave one, which was afraid of the soul of Sun.
"I fear Liusun is lustful and greedy, and his character is not good. The disciples of the church are also despicable and shameless, so they turned him into greed among the seven sins. Among the seven sins, the demon god representing greed is called Mamen, and from then on, he has no fear of Liusun, only
Mammen.”
Zishou beat the soul of Fearing Sun and sent it into the body that represents greed.
Of course, at this time, the body was just a pile of minced meat and corpses, and it still needed to be sewn and fabricated later.
Then, he reached out and called the soul of Huanglong Zhenren: "Huanglong Zhenren is the worst in the twelve golden immortals, so that is the laziness among the seven sins, laziness... What is laziness called?"
He shook his head. After most of the memories disappeared, the first ones that he could not remember clearly were forgotten. What were the seven sins called? He only vaguely remembered a few of them. He also named them casually: "Huanglong, lazy, that's called
You are lazy."
"Samuhara Samantabhadra is binge eating, binge eating... What is the name of binge eating? I remember once called the Ghost King, so then the Ghost King!"
He reached out and put Samantabhadra's soul into a pile of corpses representing gluttony, and attracted the soul of Lingbao.
"Lingbao acted like jealousy. What's the name of jealousy? I forgot, just call it Mingbao..."
Zishou shook his head and placed the soul of the spirit treasure among the piles of corpses representing jealousy.
He took the soul of Taoxing and pondered, "You can be arrogant, so what is arrogance? What is arrogance? If you can't remember it, you can call Xiao Feng."
After all the six souls arranged their own corpses, Zishou pondered and said, "I still have lust..."
He looked at the magic banner that was filled with Lan Deng's soul. As soon as he waved his hand, he thought that lust was the incarnation of desire, so it was better to be a woman. If Lan Deng was used as his soul, he would inevitably need to change his sex.
“Have it.”
Zishou stretched out his hand and opened his magic banner.
This time, the one who walked out of the banner was a charming woman.
The woman's face was pale, her eyes were unsightly, and her soul was transparent, but she was the mother of Rahu, Xin Sijia.
It turned out that Xin Xijia escaped from the broken wilderness that day. Although he fled to Zishou, he was injured by the Zhuxian Sword Formation. The sword energy entered his body and destroyed his spiritual consciousness. After entering the Demon-Strike Banner, it took more than two thousand years.
, the memory emotions have been worn out and turned into a soul without emotional memory.
"Xin Siga, let's do you!"
He reached out and slapped Xin Sijia's soul into the body representing lust.
"Luxury, lust, what is lust called As..."
Zishou shook his head and renamed it: "Just call me...Su Mei!"
Su Mei, Su Mei, this name is good. Zishou thought.
After he arranged all the souls of the seven people to their respective corpses, he began to sew the body and pinch out the shape.
First sew the rough body with needles and thread, and then change its appearance so that it looks like a person.
Soon, the demons such as arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, and gluttony were sewn in his hands and their faces were pinched out.
The first thing I did was to eat binge. When I was the first one, the child was not well-made, so he created a big fat man with an ugly appearance and looked annoying.
Then there is greed, strange body, and ugly appearance.
Then there is rage...
The more you pinch his level, the higher your level, the more pleasing the appearance you pinch it.
It took him five days in total from his ferocious facial features to his ability to recognize, and then to his beautiful face.
When he reached the arrogant monarch, he looked quite beautiful.
The last one is lust.
He picked up a pile of corpses representing lust, pondered slightly, and a person's face flashed through his mind.
"My memories are gradually losing. I am afraid that one day I will completely forget her, so I might as well make her..."
With his still passionate love, he slowly and seriously sewed this body and fabricated her face.
He was afraid that he would create something different, so he took stars as his eyes, the galaxy as his blood, the starlight as his light, and the white snow as his skin...
Try to make it exactly the same as the person in your memory.
After a day and night of fabrication, this person who was almost exactly the same as the person in his memory was finally fabricated in his hands.
He looked at the body in front of him, stared at him for a long time, and whispered: "Nuwa, where are you?"
Zishou took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and then opened his mouth and spurted it out towards the seven corpses in front of him.
As the holy energy enters the body, the seven corpses gradually become alive, and vitality gradually emerges.
The skin on the corpse gradually became elastic.
Now just need to wait slowly.
"With Lan Deng's soul, why not use the remaining flesh and blood to create a person!"
After pondering for a while, Zi received all the remaining scraps together, sewed an old man, shaped his face, and finally pushed the lamp in.
"When the seven deadly sins are there, who should Lan Deng turn into? Then turn into the hell monarch Duma! Let them build hell, but it's not bad."
The son was gently blown, giving this creature to the flesh.
Three days later.
The first person who woke up was Duma. He looked at Chaos blankly, and there was no one here.
Suddenly, a voice came from the chaos: "You are the one I created, named Duma, and you will be the monarch of hell from now on!"