Bang!

The blue sea water splashes with silvery white spray flowers, lapping at the cliffs along the coast. Half of the stone pillars exposed in the sea water stand upright on the continuous beach, like dark chaotic beasts resting in the sea of ​​the Spirit Mother Realm.

Hit by wind and rain,

A red blood cell sits on a cliff pillar, telling an ancient legend with the eighteen thousand newborn cells, telling of the great achievements of the previous era before the great catastrophe.

Preaching is not that mysterious.

Through the teaching method of telling stories, Akagi helps the little ones sort out the ancient memories inherited in the DNA spiral and understand the way to master themselves.

First, he praised Huang Zu's greatness, then described Chi Zu's achievements, and then talked about the glory of the Lord of the Sky, the Emperor of Heaven.

"In addition to Huang Zu and Yan Mo Chizu, Cang Qiong Qingzu is also worthy of worship. Although your main veins are red and yellow, all ancient people will inherit Qingtian's grace. As for Xuan and Gao, their merits and demerits are mixed, so there is no need to worship them!"

Emperor Chi Ni hates Xuan and Gao.

Yama Chizu, whom he admired and respected, died at the hands of these two!

Click!

Chi Ni sometimes jumps into the sea and digs deep into the seabed to excavate ancient remains, or he stays on the top of a mountain overlooking the deep sea, waiting for his tribe to send back the artifacts they need.

"I hope they can all come back alive!"

The Emperor of Red Salt flew away from the top of the mountain, and after a long time he slowly floated back. The cilia on his head were white and erected, and white smoke was emitting.

"Holy Ancestor!" "Holy Ancestor!" "Are you dead?"

We held our chins in doubt:

Is Ancestor Yama so brave?!

The small sea waves are rolling, and the setting sun shines on the sea surface with golden light, and there are thousands of golden lotuses.

Glucose and oxygen are cyclically decomposed through the same process in the oven of heaven and earth, and turned into biological energy, which surges into the body of Emperor Akane to help me.

The red saltpeter Fan Yan easily expanded into a ball, the small sun drop magic pestle flew up, sprinkled with a torrent of oxygen and glucose, the mouth of the small sumeru bag opened slightly, and various auxiliary magical objects floated out.

"Is it done?" "Is it done?"

But even if it was a little bit, it still shocked Emperor Chi Ni, making him burnt on the inside and tender on the outside, making a sound for a long time.

We stepped out of the cave and jumped up.

The oven of heaven and earth buzzes, and the wheel of creation slowly rises.

There was a clang.

Just one opsin and one cone cell are different between a blind person and a blind person, but for intelligent cells, it is an extraordinary, unprecedented and earth-shattering thing.

The emperor's cells turned red, and he denounced majestically: "Back then, the ancestor of the Huang Sheng clan did not cry when he retreated or left the restricted area of ​​chaos. The emperor cried when the lava world collapsed and became a beggar, and he almost collapsed the Seven Realms when he came here. They were once discouraged, and even when they died of frustration, they had sad faces. They bear the blood of the red sky, how can they be so unambitious!"

Have you heard that vision is not disposable? It is destroyed after being viewed once? There is no such truth in the world.

They held hands and exchanged information, prostrated themselves behind Chi Ni, and circled them like corn kernels in a stick. They said in unison: "Holy Ancestor, you have decided to travel through the small realms of mountains and seas, and climb the primitive cosmic mountains one after another.

The small path spirals, perfect your own path!"

Although the appearance is slightly different, the details are crooked and cracked. If there is a way, who will make us, Chiyan Mochi, poor!

The red and yellow saints stirred up cell pseudopods and wriggled their flagella easily, feeling this divine object.

There was a gentle breeze, and under the mountain top, Emperor Chi Ni kept lifting up, as still as a stone sculpture, and his body and mind fell into a minimal shock.

The real body of the Little Dao Spiritual Embryo of Emperor Chi Ni was completely resurrected, taking charge of various ancient artifacts. According to the records in his memory, he completed the melting of the Small Sun Wheel Protein.

"You are worthy of being a great being who spanned the ages and lived from ancient times to ancient times!"

Chi Ni clasped his hands and watched the tribesmen disappear one by one. His long ciliated hair swelled in the wind, revealing his round belly. I murmured:

The azure radiance carries a vast torrent of information chunks pouring into the wisdom of Emperor Chi Ni.

In the 740th year of Taikoo, the number of Chiyan Mochi’s tribe reached 80,000.

The red and yellow saints who protected the Dharma for seven weeks threw their chloroplasts on the head of the Red Emperor, spilling glucose and oxygen.

"Ahem! If something happens, continue!"

I named the mountain at my feet the Original Holy Mountain and made it Chiyan Mochi’s small base camp.

Wow~

It’s a need, it’s a complete need.

In the ten thousand caves in Wanjie Mountain, the cells were crying.

I thought that the sword, gun, sword and halberd stuck under the head was the supreme treasure bone. I never thought that it was the deformation and bone hyperplasia caused by gene deletion.

Cells are stagnant on the top of the mountain.

"By the way, they are ugly now because there are small path impurities in their bodies. It is because Wanjie Mountain is too barren. Ancestor, you could only fool around with a few points when you created the small path spiral. As a result, they were born with Dao deficiencies and were not perfect.

People!"

Every mountain is an unexplored mountain of the universe of gods and demons. It is primitive and wild, so vast.

We sway our cilia and laugh.

Obviously, not all pigments are suitable and suitable as photosensitive artifacts.

Fan Yan alone can exhaust all the cosmic mountains. Only by opening up a clan can he create the Eye of Heaven with the help of all living beings.

When Emperor Chi Ni got up, of course he believed in evil and accepted defeat.

They called thousands of times but received no response. They were so frightened that they quickly climbed down the mountain and tried to bury the Holy Ancestor, but they were all kicked up the mountain by Fan Yan.

Whoa!

I still can't regress to ultimate anaerobic respiration, so protein and oxygen have not yet been integrated into small cycles.

The cell membranes of Chi Ni were delighted to open up the layers of wrinkles: "Small kindness!"

A pure dot representing blue.

Chi Ni never imagined that 14,000 freaks would be born, all of them identical.

I yelled and cursed, and it took every cell to stop my complaining and crying.

Under the mountain top, there were constant explosions.

We jumped low in surprise, and our cells stretched into tiny characters.

"Hoo~"

"Ah that!"

"Holy Ancestor Red Saltpeter, the ancient ancestor of Xiatian will cry when he sees it, the spirit of Huangtian and Chitian in the sky will sigh, even the blue sky will cry when watching, why can't you do this..."

Amino acids floated up one by one, and all kinds of needed magic items flew like rain from the fingertips.

It took the Ancient Era 170,000 years to create the most suitable protein-based light-sensitive artifact - the small sun wheel!

"What!" "Holy Ancestor!" "Old man!"

There are about 125 million cones and 6 million rods under the human retina, which allows people to overlook the colors of the sky and the earth, and take in the sun, moon, mountains and rivers.

The protein collapses and explodes.

Now, we can only use this method to help people with red and yellow cells get rid of the bad and keep the good, and cultivate their true nature!

"Being born a saint is already a small blessing!"

Even though the two are dead, their hatred will never go away.

Talent is enough, just work hard to make it happen.

This is the moment,

If an amino acid or peptide chain is arranged accurately, or the spatial structure is not deformed slightly, the protein created is a small sun wheel.

In the 870th year of Taikoo, the tribe sent back the key pigment material for making the small sun wheel!

"Holy Ancestor, indeed no one understands the ancient times better than you!"

"If so, you will be punished by heaven!"

The cells took a long breath, and the impurities in the DNA helix were removed and spit out, forming a clear and flawed spiritual embryo.

Chiyan Mochi's cell people finally regained some confidence from the Emperor of the Huang Sheng Clan. They immediately bowed and worshiped to the Low Plains Seven Ancestor Mountain, silently chanting the name of the Emperor of Chi.

"The Holy Ancestor has a narrow heart, and Chiyan Mochi will surely become insignificant because of you!"

An opsin is so large that it can be measured.

Protein comes out.

Bloody lightning exploded in front of Emperor Chi Ni, splitting hundreds of millions of red flowers, and Chi Ni Fan Yan proudly puffed up her chest.

Immediately, he paid homage to the Holy Ancestor of Red Salt Salt.

Unfolding thousands of cilia, Feng Xu flew into the wind and flew away.

"Not yet. Although the ancient times have died, there are still remnants. The survivors of the ancient tribes, rebellious, and white creatures are probably in the majority. Although they are few in the spirit mother world and sea, they may also come to the small world of mountains and seas.
To be continued...