I don't want it! Shutong's face was full of tiredness, and three words were spit out, and there was indescribable helplessness and sadness. "Don't want it?" Zhang Fan frowned. Although the other party's words were heartless, they did not affect his understanding.

Thinking of the reaction of the Emperor Zhan Huang Shutong before, and his fatigue and lingering now, it is not difficult to see what he was not careful about. "As one of the souls that were split, he is unwilling to return to one another?" This knot is something Zhang Fan had never expected before.

The conciseness and purity of the soul are a strategy that has surpassed the laws of heaven and earth, so it has the effect of immortality and is not as magic as plants and trees.

This condensed soul is inherently one, and except for a few mysterious magic tricks, it cannot be divided at all; even if it is split, it is an instinct embedded in the core. Now Zhan Huang Shutong actually said "unwilling" to make Zhang Fan not surprised.

While he was silent for a moment, Zhan Huang Shutong continued to say in an old voice that was extremely tired and exhausted, "Why do you have to force me out?" As he said, he reached out to pull the void.

Wherever his palm passed, a blood-red mud appeared out of nowhere. His palm swept past it, and when it retracted, a blood-red mass was already being held in his hand.

This was wriggling because of the blood red, as if the mud was mixed with water, and the palm of the Emperor Shutong kept changing in various shapes.

During this whole process, the strong fighting spirit was emitted, not because this ball of "mud" was intentional, but because it was the condensation of fighting spirit itself. "Where did such a refined fighting spirit come from?"

Zhang Fan was finally moved and looked at the whole process in a flash. In just a moment, a tiger-like outline gradually took shape. At this point, Zhang Fan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he understood the true origin of those fighting spirits and mad beasts. After a moment of sinking, he slowly spoke: "If you don't want to come out, how can I force you?"

Zhang Fan's meaning is nothing more than Shu Tong hiding in this place and never escaping thousands of miles away. This shows that he is in a conflict, and even he himself cannot make a choice.

The instinct to split the soul is not so easy to resist. How could the Emperor Zhan Shutong hide his hesitation from his eyes? "Oh~" Shutong paused and sighed.

Feeling the fatigue and luster in his expression and voice, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel calm. He understood that Shutong was afraid, unwilling to accept it, and unwilling to...

He didn't want to go back to the past, he was only obsessed with the alchemy, and was as timid as a mouse and as timid as a chicken. Even if he was transformed into a god and achieved immortality, it would be useless.

But they are a whole after all.

The mighty Zhan Huang Shutong here, the trembling Dan Master Shutong, who was trembling in the Shitao of the House, was finally a person with both sides! After understanding this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but shook his head and sigh. "After losing his personality weakness and the persistence of the alchemy, Shutong, the mentality of the strong in nature, was established, and then there was Zhan Huang Shutong." "Now to let him go back to the past and return to that appearance, it would be tantamount to let a top-level strong man lose his power and sink into the mortal market. How many people would he be willing?"

Zhang Fan knew in his heart that the Zhan Huang Shutong, who was in this way, was really the same person, and when he was resentful and afraid, he also wanted to be a whole, so he struggled, so he was conflicted, and so he was in pain.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan made a secret note in his heart: "In the future, he decided not to use this method of splitting the soul, which may make a temporary profit, and it will eventually become an irreparable disaster. He was almost shocked and shocked. It involved the mystery of the soul and the mystery of the soul. It was indeed mysterious and could not be fully understood. At this time, what was placed in front of him was the legacy of the God splitting. How could he repeat the same mistakes as the previous lessons?

It seemed as if Zhang Fan had a slight call from his heart that the Emperor Zhan Shutong stopped speaking, lowered his head again, and kept pinching his hands with his thin palms as thin as an old tree.

Zhang Fan didn't bother him and watched quietly.

After a moment, a small tiger, the size of a single body, finally took shape.

Although this tiger was just lying quietly, it was full of tigers in the deep mountains, and the power of all beasts did not dare to shout, and the fighting spirit soared into the sky showed a breeze of kings.

A smile appeared on the face of the Emperor Zhan, and he let go. "Aowu" the wind came from the tiger, the tiger roared in the mountains, and a ball of blood jumped down from his palm, and the tiger roared and brought a strong wind to rage the hills. "What a tiger!" Zhang Fan praised secretly. There was no trace of human-made axe on this freshly released beast with war spirit. In addition to the intention of fighting to the sky, it had the charm of a tiger and the style of a king of beasts. "It was indeed magical!"

While admiring, Zhang Fan couldn't help but think of the innate god Nuwa in myths and legends in previous life, and the legendary human saint madam.

She was created by pinching soil and repairing the cracks of the sky and was famous for her eternal reputation.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but blurt out: "Senior Shutong, why don't you create a human being?"

Yes, why not create humans?

This crazy beast of fighting spirit is a beast after all, so it is no match for the human race, loved by heaven and earth, and has great luck.

The human race that is combined in this way may not be as good as the real humans, but it is no less than those alien races in the northern border. The people in the clouds have their own luck. In that case, as the creator of this race, Shutong himself should also have great luck and great merits to protect him. Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?

Hearing his question, a look of pain flashed across the face of Emperor Zhan Shutong, and the movements in his hands froze. "Why don't you create a human being?" A bitter smile appeared on Shutong's face.

As if feeling the pain in the creator's heart, the new-born fighting tiger roared at Zhang Fan, then lie beside Shu Tong, rubbing his legs and feet with his head, as if comforting him. "Such spirituality is formed by pinching it at will? The turbulence in Zhang Fan's heart is simply indescribable.

"This is the Creator!"

"How could Shutong reach such a state? Can the powerful souls touch the edge? I think even the immortals in the sky do not have this method, right?"

Zhang Fan was so shocked that he was beyond words. In fact, he was still inaccurate. Not to mention the immortals in the sky, they were the ancient demon gods and the holy emperor of the human race. Who dared to speak of creation?

That was the means that the master of heaven and earth could only have. Unless it was vaguely utilizing external objects, it was not a state that acquired creatures could reach. "That blood-colored vortex must be mysterious!" The heart was clear, and Zhang Fan knew that the answer must be on the flash of blood-colored vortex.

Under the comfort of the new tiger, Zhan Huang Shutong also came to his senses, stroked him docilely, and then patted the tiger's head. "Woooooooooooooooo~"

The tiger sobbed a few times, as if to say goodbye, and then glared at Zhang Fan. If it were a warning, it would finally walk down the mountain reluctantly.

From beginning to end, the spiritual manifestation of this tiger is not as strong as a monster. It is not as stiff as a puppet, but has its own thoughts and spirituality. Just this point can be said that Shutong's methods can be called creation. "Why don't you create a human?" "Don't you want to create a human?" Zhan Huang Shutong withdrew his gaze, looked at Zhang Fan, shook his head and said. "Hmm? Hear it's exhausting to hear it!"

Zhang Fan clearly felt a kind of regret and regret in Shutong's voice, and there was also endless loneliness lingering.

I have been here for countless years, only crazy beasts are companions and dark bones are enemies, and there is not even a single tribe. Only "battle and war" is called the War Emperor, and it is hard to feel lonely in my heart.

Zhan Huang Shutong did not explain directly, but repeated the previous action and held a bloody color in his hand. "Look at it yourself." Shutong sighed, then concentrated and said nothing more.

Zhang Fan was several feet away, watching the blood-colored "mud ball" change in Shutong's palm.

The outline of humanity gradually emerged.

Shutong did similar things in countless years. Zhang Fan could even feel that Shutong's familiar and flowing movements in the process of pinching into a human form are far from comparable to rabbits and tigers before. "It's not that he doesn't want to do it, it's impossible."

At this time, he already had a relationship with him. It was not that the Emperor Zhan was in harmony with others, but that he could not be confused.

In just a moment, the clay man in Shutong's hand had already formed a "whip" sound, like a monkey, and fell down from his palm, bowing to the ground, saying, "Holy Father!"

Seeing this, Zhang Fan's eyes shone in his eyes and shouted in his heart: "It turns out that human beings are born to speak and to understand the rituals of sacrifice. If they can be created, they will definitely be extraordinary."

In a trance, he seemed to see the eternal scene of the mythology and legend of the past life. The first group of human races rested on the ground, saying "The Mercy of the Holy Mother" and at the same time declared the scene of the human race being born between heaven and earth.

At the same time, Zhang Fan couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't this very successful? Why does Shutong look like he can't do it?"

This doubt did not last long, but in the blink of an eye, even the new human being's action of worshiping was not completely completed, and the mutation suddenly arises.

His movements suddenly froze, and the reverent expression on his face freezes. He just condenses on the ground, as if he has lost his life in an instant and turned into a sculpture.

In an instant, a "crack" sound was heard, and a crack appeared on its head, extending to its whole body, and finally cracked into two halves, as if it was slashed by someone on the head.

At this point, the fighting spirit dissipated, the body turned into loess, and the new human who had just said "Holy Father" had completely lost the trace of life., this..." Zhang Fan was stunned, and for a moment.

Shutong's face was full of numbness, and there was no change from beginning to end. Obviously, this result was already as expected.

The new human creation failed. He did not stop the movements in his hands, but instead repeatedly pinched one after another.

Among them, there are old, young, male, female, beautiful, ugly, strong, weak...

However, no matter which one it is, the results are no different.

Only then did Zhang Fan know where the numbness on Shutong's face came from, and his expression was almost the same now.
Chapter completed!