The Development of Global Civilization: the Beginning is a Flood

　　Before, many quasi-Saints.

　　They all feel that they are actually only half a step away from the saint.

　　But now, they know.

　　This is not a half step.

　　It is a moat, a gulf.

　　If you can't get over it, you'll never get over it.

　　The prestige of a saint is so terrifying!

　　Even the sage Nuwa took a deep look at the sage of Shangqing.

　　The power of the Four Swords of Zhuxian made the saint feel a faint threat.

　　However, it is now the matter of making up the sky.

　　Saint Nuwa directly reached out and grabbed it.

　　The four limbs of the Beihai Black Turtle were caught in his hands.

　　"go with!"

　　Saint Nuwa blew a fairy breath towards Xuan Turtle's limbs.

　　Then, the limbs crashed to the ground.

　　"Boom".

　　A big hole was smashed into the ground.

　　Immediately afterwards, the limbs of the Beihai Black Turtle continued to grow.

　　This is the saint Nuwa, who used the supreme mana and supernatural powers to refine the four limbs of the North Sea Mysterious Turtle into four pillars supporting the sky.

　　With the continuous growth of the limbs of the Beihai black turtle.

　　In the end, it really stood between heaven and earth.

　　The four limbs of the North Sea Mysterious Turtle became four pillars supporting the sky.

　　Immediately, a huge amount of merit was poured down from heaven and earth.

　　All of a sudden, the four pillars supporting the sky were enveloped.

　　About [-]% did not enter the pillar of support.

　　With these [-]% merits and virtues, below the saints, no one can destroy the pillars of the sky...  

　　The remaining one was successful and flew directly to the North Sea.

　　The mysterious turtle clan who did not enter the North Sea.

　　This is merit protection.

　　And the last [-]%, it did not enter the body of the sages of Shangqing and Nuwa.

　　Of course, became a saint.

　　Has been immortal.

　　Do not stick to cause and effect.

　　Therefore, merit is actually useless to the sage.

　　But it can also be used to sacrifice and refine some treasures, and the power of merit is still very good.

　　At this moment, although the sky held up.

　　But the hole in the sky has not been filled.

　　In the sky, there are still floods pouring down.

　　"Whoosh".

　　At this time, Saint Taiqing and Saint Yuqing, as well as the figures of the two Western Saints, also returned.

　　"Fortunately not to be humiliated, Saint Nuwa, this is the colorful stone we found, can you see enough?"

　　Taiqing sage said calmly.

　　These four saints all went to find the colorful stone.

　　Taiqing and Yuqing are looking for the most.

　　The Second Saint of the West also found some colorful stones.

　　"Almost enough."

　　Saint Nuwa nodded, and directly installed the colorful stones with the Qiankun tripod.

　　Afterwards, the flames in the Qiankun Cauldron were burning.

　　Melt the multicolored stone.

　　Saint Nuwa flew directly into the sky and came to the huge hole.

　　She slowly poured the multicolored liquid melted by the multicolored stones in the Qiankun Cauldron into the hole in the sky.

　　Gradually, the hole began to get smaller a little bit.

　　The flood is also getting smaller.

　　About a few hours passed.

　　Even the saints need to make up for a few hours.

　　"It's done!"

　　Finally, Saint Nuwa stopped.

　　The hole in the sky has been filled.

　　The flood did not continue to pour.

　　However, the entire prehistoric land has become a Wangyang swamp.

　　Countless creatures died under this catastrophe.

　　"This is doom. The rest is up to the prehistoric creatures themselves."

　　"Om".

　　There is also a huge amount of merit dropped.

　　This time, Nuwa is the most.

　　Several other saints also shared some merits.

　　After the six saints did all this, they disappeared without a trace.

　　By the way, even the collapsed half of Buzhou Mountain was taken away by the saint.

　　It is estimated that the Yuqing sage Yuanshi Tianzun took away most of the Buzhou Mountain.

　　Looking at the four pillars supporting the sky, there were bursts of golden light of merit.

　　Lin Fei was not in the mood.

　　This is the flood!

　　Beihai Xuangui lived a good life, but he was beheaded in just one "day".

　　What is the number of days?

　　The sage said that what the sage planned, that is the number of days!

　　If you don't become a saint, you will be an ant in the end!

　　At this moment, this sentence is vividly displayed.

　　It also made all living beings in the prehistoric experience the tyranny of the saint for the first time!

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　　"Number of days..."

　　Lin Fei also had a strange feeling in his heart.

　　Before, he felt that people in this prehistoric world were like game characters.

　　He stayed out of it.

　　Even in the face of Daoist Hongjun, it is the same.

　　The so-called Daozu did not put too much pressure on Lin Fei.

　　He remained out of the picture.

　　What's more, he is still the creator of the prehistoric world!

　　However, until now.

　　I saw the North Sea Mysterious Turtle.

　　Indisputable.

　　But because of the so-called "number of days", he was directly beheaded.

　　The limbs are used to make the pillars.

　　Lin Fei also has a heart.

　　"The number of days... The greatest number of days in the prehistoric era is the saint! I will have no problem reaching the eighth and ninth orders in the future. But what about the god level after the ninth order?"

　　God-level, corresponding to the saints in the flood.

　　Could it be that Lin Fei also wants to become a saint of heaven?

　　But once he becomes a saint of the Tao of Heaven, he will be both prosperous and desolate.