Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 1130: Why don’t you create mankind’s scourge?

"I don't want to!"

Uncle Tong's tired look on his face. Three words spit out, there is helplessness and sadness that can't be said.

"Reluctant?"

Zhang Fan frowned. Although the other party’s words were headless, it didn’t affect his understanding.

Thinking of Zhan Huang Shutong’s reaction to seeing the split **** idol, and now his tiredness and sadness, it is not hard to see what he did not want.

"As one of the divided primordial spirits, he didn't want to be one again?"

This result was unexpected by Zhang Fan.

The conciseness of Yuanshen is pure, it is an existence that has exceeded the laws of heaven and earth, so it has the effect of eternal life and is not the same as the magic of grass and trees.

This condensed primordial spirit is one in nature, except for a few split gods secret technique, it cannot be divided at all; even if it is split, it is an instinct to be embedded in the core.

Now the Emperor Zhuang Shutong even said "unwilling", how to make Zhang Fan not surprised.

When he was silent for a while, Zhanhuangshutong continued to be tired and extremely exhausted, and said: "Why do you have to force me out?"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed in the void.

A palm-red muddy surface emerged out of thin air over the palms. One of his palms passed by, and when he retracted again, there was a mass of blood in his hands.

The blood-red squirming, like mud mixed with water, keeps changing shapes in the palm of Huang Shutong.

Throughout this whole process, a strong war intention emanated, not because this group of "mud" intended, but in itself, it was a condensed war intention.

"Where exactly did such a quintessential fighting intention come from?"

Zhang Fan finally moved, watching the whole process intently, but for a moment skill, a tiger-like outline gradually took shape.

At this point, the pupils of Zhang Fan have shrunk, how much they understand the true origin of those fighting intentions and wild beasts.

The silence is a little bit, he slowly said: "If you don't want to come out, how can I force you to get you?"

The meaning of Zhang Fan is nothing more than Shutong hiding in this place. He has never been far away, and it is obvious that he has a contradiction in his heart, but he cannot make a choice himself.

After all, the instinct to split the Yuanshen is not so easy to resist after all, how can the hesitation of Warlord Uncle pass his eyes.

"Ah~"

Uncle Tong sighed in his hand and sighed.

Feeling tiredness and sadness in the voice of the expression, Zhang Fan could not help but be silent. He understood that Shutong was in fear, unwillingness, unwillingness...

He doesn’t want to go back to what he used to be. It’s only Way of the pills, and the rest is timid. Fear is like a chicken, even if it is Spirit Transformation, it is useless to prove eternal life.

But they are a whole after all.

Here is the majestic War Emperor Tong from all sides, and the Dan uncle-master Tong shivering in the town stele, after all, he is one person on both sides!

After trying to understand this, Zhang Fan could not help shaking his head and sighing.

"Shutong after losing his personality weakness and Way of the pills attachment, the expert mentality in his nature is established, and there is Zhuanghuangshutong."

"Now let him go back to the past and return to that look, it is tantamount to letting a top expert lose its strength and sinking in the mortal market, how many people are willing?"

Zhang Fan knows clearly that because of the same thought, Uncle Zhuang Tong, who is also the same person, eager to become a whole in fear, so he struggles, then contradicts, and then suffers.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Fan secretly set his mind in his mind: "In the future, he will not use this method of splitting the primal spirit, or he may gain a moment. He will eventually become an irreparable disaster."

He was almost horrified and surprised, involving divine soul mystery, the mystery of the primordial god, and indeed mysterious and mysterious, it is unsolvable.

What is before him at this time is the legacy of the split god, and how can he learn the same thing.

It seemed as though Zhang Fan had taken the pain in his heart. Zhanhuangshutong no longer spoke, bowed his head again, and kept pinching with the thin palms of old trees.

Zhang Fan doesn’t bother him, quietly looks at.

After a while, a pocket-sized tiger, the size of a palm, was finally fully formed.

Although the tiger is just lying quietly, there are tigers in the mountains, and the might of the beasts dare not call it. With the intent of fighting in the sky, it shows the breeze of king.

Smiling Emperor Zhanhuang showed a smile on his face, let go gently.

"Aooo~"

The wind came from the tiger, the tiger roaring in the forest, and a cloud of blood jumped from his palm. The tiger roared the wind and raged the hill.

"What a tiger!" Zhang Fan secretly praised.

On this freshly prepared war beast, no trace of man-made axe can be seen. In addition to the war intentions in the sky, it has its own charm of a tiger and king.

"Sure enough, it's a god!"

Zhang Fan, while admiring it, can't help but think of the congenital goddess Nu Wa and the legendary human race Madonna.

She was caused by pinching the soil. The crack of the sky and the ancient prestige were recited.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but blurted out: "Senior Tongshu, why don't you make people?"

Yeah, why not make people?

After all, this war-like beast is a beast. After all, it is comparable to the human race, it is loved by the world, and there is good luck.

The human races that come together in this way may not be as good as real humans, but they are not inferior to those of northern Xinjiang's alien races and the heavenly people in the clouds, and they have their own luck and shelter.

As a result, as the creator of this race, Shutong himself should be sheltered by virtue of great fortune, is it not the best of both worlds?

Hearing his question, Zhan Huang Shutong's face flashed with pain, and the movements in his hands could not help freezing.

"Why not make people?"

A bitter smile, a bitter expression on Shutong’s face.

As if feeling the pain in the creator’s heart, the newborn warrior roared towards Zhang Fan, immediately lying beside Shutong, rubbing his legs with his head, as if comforting him.

"Such spirituality, it is just kneaded together?"

The excitement in Zhang Fan's heart is simply beyond description.

"This is the creator!"

"How could Shutong achieve such a realm? Is this the God of Soul expert that can touch the edge? If you want to come, it is a heavenly fairy. Is there no way to do this?"

Zhang Fan was shocked to no avail. In fact, he was still inaccurate, let alone the fairy in the sky, the ancient demon god, the holy emperor of human race, who dare to say creation?

That is the first step of Hongmeng, the only way for the heaven and earth to master. Unless it borrows foreign objects, it is not a realm that can be achieved by the born spirit.

"That **** vortex must be mysterious!"

My heart is clear, and Zhang Fan knows that the answer must be on the flashing **** vortex.

Under the comfort of the newborn tiger. Zhanhuang Shutong also recovered, stroking him indulgently, and then patted the tiger's head.

"Ooooooo~"

The tiger whimpered a few times, seeming to say goodbye, and glared at Zhang Fan again. If it was a warning, he finally reluctantly walked down the mountain.

From the beginning to the end, this tiger's spiritual performance is not lower than monster beast. Where is it stiff like a puppet, but has its own thoughts and spirituality.

Only at this point, it can be said that Shutong's method is a creation.

"Why not make people?"

"Why doesn't the old man want to make people?"

Zhanhuang Shutong turned his gaze back and looked at Zhang Fan and shook his head.

"Well? Wish to hear the details!"

Zhang Fan in Shutong’s voice clearly felt a sense of regret and regret, and there was boundless loneliness haunting.

Being in this place for countless years, only wild beasts are companions, and mortal men are enemies. There is not even one same race. Only "Zhan Zhan Zhan" is known as the Emperor of War, and it is difficult for him to feel lonely.

Zhanhuangshutong not at all directly explained, but repeated the previous action again, holding a ball of blood in his hand.

"See for yourself."

Uncle Tong sighed, and then concentrated, and said nothing more.

Zhang Fan was a few feet away, and the **** "mud mass" of looks at changed in Shu Tong's palm, and the silhouette of human gradually emerged.

Similarly, Shutong did not know how many times he has done this in countless years. Zhang Fan can even feel that Shutong's familiar movements in the process of kneading into a human form are far from comparable to the previous rabbit tiger.

"If you don’t want to, you can’t do it."

At this time, he already had a lot in his mind. It was not that the Emperor Zhanhuangtong didn't make people, but that he couldn't make people.

But for a moment skill, the clay figure in Shutong’s hand has formed, and the sound of "whoop" jumps from his palm like a monkey, and he bows to the ground. Spoken name:

"Father!"

Zhang Fan sees light in his eyes, and shouts in his heart: "It really is a human being who is the spirit of all things.

In a trance, he seems to be able to see the eternal scene in the myths and legends of the previous life. The first human races fell on the ground, nicknamed "Mother Mercy", and proclaimed that the human race was born between heaven and earth.

At the same time, Zhang Fan is also puzzled: "Isn’t this very successful? Why does Shutong look like he can’t?"

How long this question not at all lasts, but blinking skill, even the movement of the newly born human bystander has not been completely completed, and the mutation suddenly occurred.

His movements froze abruptly, and the expression of respect on his face was frozen, so it condensed on the ground, as if he had lost his life instantly and turned into a sculpture.

In an instant, the sound of "crack crack" sounded, and a crack appeared from his head, extended down to the whole body, and finally split directly into two halves, as if being cut by the head.

At this time, the fighting dissipated and the body turned into loess. The new human being who also just said "Father" had completely lost its trace of life.

"This..."

Zhang Fan stunned~IndoMTL.com~ was speechless for a while.

Shu Tong’s face was numb, and there was no change from beginning to end. Obviously, this result was already his expectation.

The creation of the new human beings failed. He stopped the movements of his hands with not at all, but he continuously pinched out one after another.

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

However, no matter what kind, the result is the same.

At this point, Zhang Fan only knew where the numbness on Shutong’s face came from, and his expression was almost the same now.

Anyone has heard how many sounds of "Father", and then looks at "children" have lost their breath of life in front of them, and there will be no exceptions.

Uncle Tong sighed a long time, stopped the meaningless movement, and said with sadness in his eyes:

"Do you understand now?"