The problem with the food chain is also the reason why the lich tribes cannot survive. They do not have the wisdom of the human race, and they must be replaced by the human race. However, since Chen Yuyang has arrived in this world, he naturally needs to change this pattern. In fact, the solution is very simple, that is, to find some blood-eating creatures such as cows, sheep, and pigs on the prehistoric land to hand over to the witch tribe.

It is allocated to every tribe and family of the Witch Clan, and let them raise them well, and then the big pigs give birth to small pigs. Isn’t that the end? Why bother to be killed to slaughter the demons’ demons? Although the demons have lost some piglets and the like, the demons will definitely not care about these. After all, the demons themselves use these weak animals as blood food. They are even worse than the witch clan, after all, the witch clan will not eat their own tribe members.

But the prehistoric land is the prehistoric land after all. Their thoughts are different from those of Chen Yuyang, a later generation, and they are even a bit rebellious. Therefore, Chen Yuyang still needs to use the policy of using a stick and a carrot. After all, his fist is not big and he doesn't even have the qualification to speak on the prehistoric land.

Walking constantly in the prehistoric world, Nuwa witnessed the killings between lichs with her own eyes. It was a coincidence that Nuwa would see the fighting between lichs wherever she went. She couldn't help but begin to doubt her eyes and luck. The prehistoric world is so big, why does fighting always appear under her eyes?

At this moment, Chen Yuyang kept watching Nuwa's movements with his divine thoughts in Qingyang Island. He smiled and looked at Zhuge Qingqing, picked up his thumb, and exclaimed: "Fellow Daoist Nuwa is worthy of being Conan in the prehistoric world. He has a domineering aura wherever people go."

Zhuge Qingqing did not respond to Chen Yuyang's rare humor, and sighed a little: "This is also the way of heaven. It's so embarrassing to girls. It's too outrageous to show off!"

Chen Yuyang laughed and hugged Zhuge Qingqing and said, "How can you see the little rainbow without experiencing the wind and rain?"

Zhuge Qingqing pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "That's too much. Where can girls see such killings in every family? Besides, the dead are all her tribe members. Sister Nuwa is so pitiful!"

Perhaps Nuwa didn't know that the North Sea was far away, and these two eyes were staring at her, watching her every move. She was just calm in the tragic tragedy of the lich killing, constantly brewing, thinking about what kind of race the human race she recreated was.

In the end, she was a little tired, tired, and she sighed: "In this vast land, there are both demons and witches. In addition to fighting, it is also a battle. How great would it be to be able to have a race that loves peace but does not lose blood on one day!"

Love peace but not blood loss, this is Nuwa's longing for the human race and her best wishes.

Before he knew it, Nuwa had already arrived at Buzhou Mountain. She stood in Buzhou Mountain and looked into the distance and couldn't help but kill, feeling sad.

Suddenly, Nuwa seemed to think of something, and thought of the words Chen Yuyang had said to her, her heart trembled slightly, but she was wise but resolute, but tenacious but unyielding. Once such a race appears, it can add color to the vast land and bring some peace and peace to this endless killing.

Although she had thoughts, Nuwa didn't know how to do it. At this time, she couldn't help but look into the direction of Beihai from afar, caring her admiration and passion for Chen Yuyang, and she kept thinking: "How great would it be if the people on the prehistoric land were like Brother Qingyang, elegant and friendly!"

Thinking of this, Nuwa became even more confused. She didn't understand how she would do if she wanted to create a race. Just as she pondered, two rays of light jumped out between her eyebrows. It was the two treasures that Chen Yuyang gave her on the Beihai.

"Nine Heavens Xirang, Vine Whip, how should we use this?" Nuwa kept muttering and thinking in her heart.

The more I looked at these two things, Nuwa couldn't help but feel more impressed by Chen Yuyang and couldn't let go. Chen Yuyang's smile kept swaying from her mind. She couldn't help but sit on the ground limply, with a silly and happy smile on her cheeks. After pinching a piece of earthy color, Nuwa began to pinch a little man in her heart according to Chen Yuyang's appearance. Looking at this little clay man, it was like looking at Chen Yuyang. In one breath, Nuwa squeezed out a lot of clay man, including Chen Yuyang's light smile, Chen Yuyang's quiet meditation, and all kinds of appearances. But suddenly Nuwa's eyebrows shook and thought to herself: "Will it be too monotonous?"

So she pinched a row of small clay figures as she looked at them. Looking at these small clay figures, Nuwa felt like honey in her heart, and her happy smile on her cheeks never stopped. Then she pinched many people, including her own brothers, Zhuge Qingqing, everyone she had seen in the prehistoric land, and even a small clay figure with Hongjun. However, looking at the little clay figure with Hongjun, she was still a little naughty.

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun looked at Nuwa in the lower world with a smile and said, "This girl!"

Looking at the rows of small clay men standing in front of him, Nuwa smiled with satisfaction, and a mouthful of immortal aura spitted on these small clay men. The small clay men came alive in an instant. But after a few moments, Nuwa frowned a little. These small clay men could move and leave, but they were lifeless, had no spiritual consciousness, and no expression. Like machines, they were not considered living creatures at all.

After thinking about countless days and nights, Nuwa then realized the key point, patted her head with a self-deprecating smile and said, "After all, it's soil and no blood connection, how can she become a creature with spiritual consciousness?"

Thinking of this, Nuwa sprayed blood on these little clay men with a mouthful of essence and blood. In an instant, colorful light flashed by. These little clay men actually walked towards Nuwa and respectfully said: "We have seen the Holy Mother, the Holy Mother Jin'an!"

Nuwa smiled with satisfaction and said, "No gift!"

Seeing that this method was done, Nuwa kept pinching the Nine Heavens Xirang in her hand, and then a mouthful of fairy energy, essence and blood, and another ball of people appeared. In this way, Nuwa pinched for several years in the daytime, and her hands were sore. She couldn't help but pick up the vine whip given to her by Chen Yuyang, mixing the Nine Heavens Xirang into mud, and then threw out one whip after another. In an instant, a pool of small clay people turned into human form, saying respectfully: "See the Holy Mother, Holy Mother Jin'an!"

I don’t know how many years have passed, but Nuwa’s repeated movement finally stopped. It took half of the essence and blood on her body to create tens of thousands of human races. She wiped the sweat beads on her face, stood up her weak body, shaking, her face pale, Nuwa chuckled, and her eyes looked at the human race were full of love, as if a loving mother was looking at her child.

After a long time, Nuwa shook her body slightly, and she showed a sweet smile and said, "You will be a human race in the future!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a seven-color rainbow fell from the sky and poured straight into Nuwa. Then endless colorful colors appeared on Nuwa's body, the sky and the earth trembled, and the four seas were boiling. The merits came from the sky, and Nuwa had nine points and one point of the vine whip, and the merits were realized, and Nuwa became a saint. The endless human race on the ground bowed their heads and knelt down!
Chapter completed!