The second wave of arrows shot out like crazy, and a stray arrow pierced my head.
My body froze in an instant, and boom, there was a big hole in my head, and blood spurted out of my brain like a tsunami.
How could I imagine that my small brain could hold such a vast and majestic sea of qi.
The bright red blood circled around my body, forming a huge circle of air flow.
As soon as the arrow hit the turbulent flow, it snapped and broke.
And my head suddenly became empty, as if it was floating away from my neck.
After a long time, my head slowly became full again.
When I regained consciousness, I found that the wounds pierced by the arrows had magically disappeared. how is this possible I simply doubted whether I was dreaming.
I took a cautious step, feeling as light as if I was about to fly in weightless space.
This is not Hongmentang.
I looked at the world around me in fear.
But I saw a vast and boundless blood pool hidden by the clouds and mist.
The thick blood mist rising from the blood pool was like a fire dragon in the sky, making bursts of high-pitched and exciting sounds.
What on earth is this place and how did I end up here?
I can't figure it out.
He leaned over the blood pool, grabbed a handful of mud, and threw it away.
When the mud fell into the blood pool, it quickly came to life.
It still looks like the shape I pinched just now, with pits, tangles and twists.
But it can actually speak, "O blessed Creator, I sincerely welcome your return.
The wonderland of Mingchi is in ruins, waiting for your grace."
I wiped it, and it turned out that I was sucked into my own underworld pool.
I recalled what had just happened in shock, and then I picked up a ball of mud, squeezed it twice casually, and threw it into the blood pool.
Sure enough, another life form was born.
Oh my god, I have become the creator of the world.
What a weird world this is.
But I saw this new clay figure getting up from the blood pool.
The boss stared at me dissatisfied and complained, "Who is so irresponsible?
He didn't even pinch his ears and nose.
He was so perfunctory.
Why don't you kill me?"
" Let me go, this guy even accuses the Creator of something wrong.
He is really naked and not afraid of the strong wind.
Well, it was pitiful to see this clay figurine with no facial features, so I picked it up and squeezed it hard a few times.
The clay figurine kept screaming, "I can't help it, I don't have any anesthesia."
Now it's good, with all hands and feet, and regular facial features.
I am satisfied and throw this corrected little kid into the pool of blood.
After a while, I heard its chirping cry again, "Who are you?
You tortured me to death, and the result is like this.
You must be too perfunctory.
I might as well commit suicide." td, this girl doesn’t take me, the Creator, seriously.
But it has personality, I like it.
"Tell me, you already have hands and feet, what else are you dissatisfied with?"
I asked in a very friendly manner.
The mud man glared at me angrily, "Who are you?
You have hands and feet.
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I don't have an asshole, a rose, or a sausage.
Are you trying to suffocate me to death?"
I'm sweating profusely, don't tell me, this is really a big problem.
But I looked at the mud man and said helplessly, "I can't pinch a rose, and you're too effeminate.
I'll give you a sausage.
I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it.
I think you'd better become a shemale."
"No, I'm obviously a serious man.
You insist on making me a shemale.
How can I be the Creator of the World like you?
Quickly give me a sausage, give me a sausage."
That's mine Alas, it is not easy to be a creator.
I endured the humiliation and pinched a sausage for it, and the shemale finally stopped yelling.
It grabbed its own sausage, kneaded it, played it, and looked very good.
Watching from the sidelines, I was extremely speechless, feeling guilty, guilty.
I looked at the first mud man who was crushed beyond recognition.
He seemed a little more serious.
I had to ask him something.
"Niba, how can I get out of here?"
The old ghost Bingpo said that the Underworld Pond was closed and had no exit.
If I stayed in this ungrateful place for the rest of my life, I would most likely be depressed to death.
I have to find a way to leave.
Just as Niba was about to speak, the shemale replied first, "Why do you want to leave?
You are the creator of this place.
You can have whatever you want.
How happy you are."
"Happiness is here watching you play with sausage happiness" "If you don't like me, you can just create someone you like.
You're so stupid.
Now, you first make a prototype out of mud, and then think about the person you want to become, and you can copy her."
"Real or not?"
I was bewitched and pinched another clay prototype, thinking about Blood Cherry in my head.
Suddenly, a person exactly like Xue Ying appeared in front of him.
Wow, it turns out I’m really that awesome Unexpectedly, Xueying said coldly, "O God of Creation, I sincerely welcome your return.
The wonderland of Mingchi is in ruins and waiting for your grace."
I suddenly had a black line on my face.
"Master, your current mana is too low to give the clay figurine complex emotions." said the twisted ball of mud.
Because he and the transvestites were the first to be created, they still have some understanding of human nature.
It’s really disappointing, I thought I could create exactly the same person.
Think about it again, so what if you can create it?
You’re not fooling yourself.
I floated around in the blood pool.
There is plenty of energy here, which is very suitable for practicing martial arts.
The speed should be much faster outside.
It's a pity that I really don't have that intention.
Three mud men followed me like tails.
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I turned around and glared at them sternly, "Tell me, how can I get out?"
The Sanniba people shook their heads in unison, and the shemale added, "Master, stop turning around.
It will be the same wherever you turn.
There is no exit from the Underworld Pond.
You might as well come out as a mahjong table.
We can just do it."
Make a table.”
“It’s okay” "Uh-huh."
Under the encouragement of the shemale, I gathered some energy and made a table of mahjong.
After a while it rained and I changed into a house again.
I sat in the room with three clay figures and played mahjong happily, but the shemale's IQ was too high and her luck was too good.
In the blink of an eye, the other two clay figures and I were left in our shorts.
"It's boring."
Then I created various entertainment venues and even a football field, where I made ten little clay figures and played football in the rain.
Clean and accurate with every kick.
I was a little excited at first, but over time I got tired of it.
I found that no matter how many clay figures I made and asked them to play various games with me, by the end of the game, I always felt more and more lonely.
I called the crooked Mud Man over, "Niba, I was pierced by thousands of arrows before I came in.
Why haven't I died yet?
I didn't even get hurt at all."
"Master, in the Hades Pond, you are the Creator with boundless power.
Even if you are shattered to pieces, you will still be resurrected."
The serious and twisted mud man replied.
"Then what you mean is that no matter how much harm I suffered in the original world, as long as I return to my own Hades Pond, I won't die, right?"
"The theory is yes.
But Master, you don't need to activate any mana when you return to the Underworld Pond for the first time.
But it will be different in the future.
If you are extremely weak or seriously injured, you will not be able to come back."
"Holy shit."
I conjured up a handful of cigarettes, lit them all and held them in my mouth.
After thinking about it for a long time, I decided not to waste my time anymore.
I found a place with the strongest energy and started practicing with concentration.
The bottleneck that was originally difficult to break through in the human world was quickly solved by me in just a few hours.
My whole body was radiant and I was promoted from Taoist Priest to Taoist Sect.
At this time, the shemale came in yawning and kept complaining, "What, it's not fun at all.
It's boring to death.
I might as well commit suicide."
I looked at him calmly and said, "If you want to commit suicide so much, why don't you do it quickly?"
"I want to commit suicide, so I need a knife."
"This is not easy."
I conjured up a knife and threw it to him, "If you have the knife, commit suicide quickly."
The shemale looked at me blankly and started crying with a cry of "Wow", "Who are you asking someone to commit suicide?
I might as well just die."
I rolled my eyes at him with extreme contempt.
But I saw the shemale closed the door, sneakily approached my ear, and said mysteriously, "Master, I know how to get out of here, but I have a condition." aa2705221: