The ancient times, the place of Buzhou Mountain.

Ling Tian carried his hands on his back and stared at the vast starry sky. These stars were shining, and the endless light of stars slowly gathered, gathering towards Buzhou Mountain.

The entire prehistoric world can feel extraordinary and the atmosphere within the witch clan is different. The twelve ancestor witches descended to the earth and came to Buzhou Mountain. Houtu raised the Qiankun Cauldron to attract the vast starlight.

The starlight condenses and turns into the three lights of divine water. In fact, the so-called three lights of divine water is a kind of water of creation formed by the fusion of the three starlights of the sun, moon, and stars.

Now, the starlight is like a long river, blending into the Qiankun Cauldron. The Nine Heavens Xilan slowly stirs, blending into the Hongmeng purple gas, and evolving a special energy of creation.

Suddenly, Hou Tu stared at Ling Tian.

Ling Tian chuckled and said, "The prehistoric world was opened up by Pangu's father god, and all things evolved by the father god. Our witch clan is the evolution of the father god's spirit, but there are few numbers. The immortal dragon tribe, and the phoenix tribe are the evolution of all things, nurturing countless races, but they fight continuously and turn into the vast land today. Therefore, this prehistoric world lacks a race in charge. Our witch clan is the evolution of the father god's spirit, although it is full of evil spirit, but with the control of this prehistoric world, this prehistoric world cannot be chaotic.

Today we will increase the number of witch tribes, hoping to completely control the vast land of the vast land. Houtu, guided by the great way of creation, and evolved a race with the body of the Father God. This race is an acquired race, and it is not inferior to the innate race. It is called: Human race!"

After these words, Houtu seemed to be hit by divine thunder.

"boom!"

A roar suddenly sounded in Houtu's body. As this enlightenment arose from his heart, Houtu finally understood the race he created. It was not to create the witch clan with the Nine Heavens Xirang, but to create the human race containing the blood of the witch clan. Houtu knew it clearly in his heart, but he also knew that the human race that was about to be born must belong to the witch clan.

With his eyes narrowed, Hou Tu stared at the Jiutian Xirang that had been integrated into the Qiankun Cauldron, and then said, "Thank you for your advice, letting your sister understand the true way of creation. My sister will create the human race, use the human race to continue the bloodline of the witch clan and continue the ideals of the elder brother!"

Ling Tian sighed when he heard this. This was originally created by Nuwa, but now it has been evolved into Houtu by Ling Tian. However, the human race is a race of prehistoric fortune and cannot be controlled by others. Therefore, Ling Tian looked at Houtu: "Well, this human race looks, and then he comprehended the true body of Pangu!"

Houtu was stunned, as if a light of inspiration passed through his heart. Then Houtu squatted down and pulled a ball of soil from Buzhou Mountain, then injected some river water to pull out the appearance of a giant with the energy of creation. This look is very big and looks similar to Pangu. But Houtu knew that if this thing was created, it would probably not be able to create much of the Nine Heavens Xirang in the Qiankun Cauldron.

Then he ignored the giant he had just created. The giant smiled honestly and walked slowly to the distance. However, every step he took, a giant would appear on the ground. Soon, hundreds of thousands of giants would appear, forming a giant race.

Ling Tian looked at Di Jiang, and Di Jiang knew that the giant clan could not give up. After all, this was the race that was first created when Houtu created the human race. Even if its strength was not good, it was not bad.

Houtu had an understanding in his heart, as if he was trapped in enlightenment.

Dig out the spiritual soil of Buzhou Mountain, combine with the water flow formed by the falling starlight, and constantly create creatures.

Countless races of giants, small humans, orcs, and ghosts have appeared, and the number is not large, but the number of races is huge. In a blink of an eye, Houtu has created more than 300 races.

At this moment, the starry sky slowly disappeared, and the sunlight shone on the earth.

Under the light, Houtu smiled slightly: "So that's it!"

After these words, Houtu smiled sweetly, as if a hundred flowers were blooming. At this time, a ray of morning glow fell on Houtu's pretty face, making her look more noble, sacred and majestic.

Hou Tu squatted down and took out the fusion of Jiutian Xiran from the Qiankun Cauldron, and rose from his body to the Great Way of Creation, and then fabricated a few villains.

Staring at this scene, Ling Tian said: "The human race is finally coming out!"

Ling Tian said, his eyes a little lost, as if he was nostalgic.

At this moment, Ling Tian was a little excited and his soul was even more beating. This was not because the number of witch tribes increased, but because Ling Tian was once a human race. Even though his body evolved into the witch tribe, his soul turned into Pangu's soul, there was still a touch of humanity in the depths of his soul.

"boom!"

A roar came from Ling Tian’s soul, but he found that he had some enlightenment. His original confusion about the great way is now clear. Especially in his heart, there was a hint of emotion, which came from the human race. This touch made Ling Tian’s understanding of the great way of time and space became more and more rapid.

Suddenly, Houtu put down the clamped clay man and blew a light breath. Then, a certain kind of fairy music suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, and the sound of heaven seemed to celebrate the birth of another creature. The infinite Taoist rhyme flowed beside Houtu, mysterious and unpredictable!

Houtu used Xilan to knead and created one person after another. These new human races seemed to know that Houtu created himself and others, and immediately bowed down and thanked their mother for giving themselves life!

At this moment, Houtu seemed extremely sacred!

This human race was born, and the entire witch race was filled with joy. They felt that they had a connection from their bloodlines from their cheering human race.

After all, after Ling Tian found the Nine Heavens Xirang, he placed it in the blood pool and blended, which was like a fusion with the blood pool of the witch clan. Now the human race is carrying the breath of the witch clan.

Houtu continues to create, and the meaning of creation is more obvious and clear. After a long sigh, another person finally caused it, and a deep fatigue came. In the process of creating a human, it is naturally not so easy to constantly activate the soul and understand the way of creation.

Ling Tian knew in his heart, looking at the seven gourd babies. They raised the gourd above their heads and said, "Sister Houtu!"

Then, the seven gourds merged and turned into a long whip.

The seven gourd babies were originally the evolution of innate gourd vines, but they were focused on the blood pool, and after they were born, they also contained the bloodline of the witch clan. However, after the seven gourd babies were born, the gourd vines evolved into seven gourd magic weapons. Now they are fused together, also known as turning into gourd vines.

Houtu took the gourd vine, dipped it in a ball of Xilan, waved his arm, and swung it, and then more than 10,000 human races were immediately born.
Chapter completed!