Nuozu turned his right hand.

Under the flesh and blood of his palm, his body squirmed, and a gray Gu worm as long as his little finger and as thick as his tail finger crawled out, which was a bit disgusting.

"eat!"

Nuo Zu's dialect is very concise.

The gray Gu worm heard the order, jumped up high, and swallowed the blood from the tip of its black tongue in one gulp.

"Crack."

There was a soft sound, and the Gu insects exploded into pieces.

The splashed black juice was collected by Nuo Zu with one hand and collected in a small stone bottle.

At the same time, he flicked his right hand, and the two fingers that had just been stained with blood and had eaten the hair merged into an earth-yellow talisman pen.

The brush strokes are one gold and one red, and the divisions are obvious.

"Ah this..."

Xu Xiaoshou was amazed.

From the beginning to the end, every action of this person accurately avoided his prediction - I had no idea what he was doing!

Nuozu held the pen, put the stone bottle on the table, copied the turntable, and muttered something.

You can't hear what you're mumbling, it doesn't sound like human speech.

"This is just a turntable wood embryo, I haven't started carving it yet." Shi Zu finally couldn't help but speak.

It was obvious that He wanted to do something to the wooden turntable.

It has nothing to do with what He said about protecting the famous ancestors.

But no matter what, you have to choose a better one. This turntable is just an ordinary turntable, and its predecessor was just a broken wooden pile randomly picked up by the roadside.

It also rained.

If you make a fuss about this thing, it will break easily, right?

"Don't talk."

Nuozu sounded dissatisfied.

He is a delicate guy and needs a quiet environment when doing things.

The famous ancestors and the ancestors of the time are completely silent.

Xu Xiaoshou also watched quietly, and saw Nuozu holding the earth-yellow talisman pen turned into his finger and starting to draw on the turntable.

No writing was put down.

Just floating on the turntable.

Of course, the talisman pen is just a talisman pen. There is no power flowing out of what is drawn, and there are no exquisite lines similar to the Tianji Dao pattern.

"The great road...the most simple...?"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't understand, so he could only explain it to himself.

He stared at the pointer on the turntable and somewhat understood why the thing broke easily.

They don’t seem very reliable...

Not long after, the Nuo-faced man finished talking to the air and sketched, and started to draw on the wooden turntable with his talisman pen.

Xu Xiaoshou moved closer.

He is now only a few steps away from the three of them.

He tried to find out some skills, such as brushwork, magic, painting...

No!

No rules!

This Nuo man just applied paint on the wooden turntable and painted the bottom area into gold, red, or 91kai.

At the end, the blood stain paint is finished.

He shook the talisman pen, and the talisman pen turned back into two fingers, and the blood on the fingertips was gone.

"It's time for the bottle..."

Xu Xiaoshou made another prediction.

This time he was hit. The master of Nuo noodle painting didn't even look at it. He grabbed the stone bottle and poured the black poison corpse liquid inside into his right palm, and then...

Start applying.

Paint the wheel.

He applied it evenly, and wherever his palm covered it, the outside of the turntable changed from wood color to black.

"Where's the pen?"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't understand at all.

Since there is a talisman pen, why not use a talisman pen?

Also, why are you using your talisman pen not for drawing talisman from beginning to end, but for painting?

Oh, there seems to be a painting.

Draw a talisman in the void that only smart people can see?

It doesn't matter anymore. Is there any point in retracting half of the talisman brush and brushing it by hand instead?

"alright!"

The three paints are applied.

Xu Xiaoshou had high expectations, but he never expected that this Nuo-faced man, whose status was so low that it was hard to call him a god or ancestor, would make such a...simple noise.

The Nuo-faced man raised the black turntable high, his tone was very satisfied, and said to the famous ancestor: "This thing can help you grow quickly after reincarnation."

"..."

The air is a little quiet.

Xu Xiaoshou was also embarrassed.

So it is because there is no blessing at all, so the pointer is so easy to break. Isn’t it all my fault?

"call……"

The famous ancestor let out a long sigh of relief.

He turned his head and looked behind Shi Zu, where there were nine dragons of time that were so majestic that they submerged the world. Looking back in front of him, he saw that the black turntable was also very sloppy.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and held it in for a long time before spitting out two words:

"Simplicity."

Shi Zu was not so tactful and asked directly:

"What did you do?"

The Nuo man looked very proud of his proud work and introduced it eloquently:

"I have applied all the power of the two of you to this turntable."

"It is difficult to break the world in the ninth world. Ming can use this object to survive the early stage and grow quickly. You can also use this object to find and protect him in your incarnation."

"Here! Here."

He said and handed the black turntable to Mingzu.

The latter lowered his sleeves, unmoved, and just sighed: "It's really amazing."

The Nuo-faced man was not embarrassed by this. He put the black turntable on the stone table and walked to the front of the river of time. His voice became solemn:

"Reincarnation, name!"

"The strategy to break the disaster depends entirely on you."

"It's a tough battle here, so I can only hold on and wait for you to come back to support me."

"And after your reincarnation, although I can't protect you like him, I can rely on the breath of corpse poison fluid to find you as soon as possible... I will remind you."

turn up?

remind?

Xu Xiaoshou was slightly stunned.

Is this corpse insect fluid not the corpse fluid of that unlucky Gu insect?

In this case, the black carousel ended up on me, this Nuo-faced man... Forget it, let's call him Nuo Ancestor.

This Nuo ancestor should have found himself and reminded himself.

Where are people?
To be continued...