Civilization: The bacteria built me ​​a god

"Boom!"

The old woman held the wooden stick in both hands and spun it nine times, then thrust it into the ground. The ground shook, the earth collapsed, and the veins inside the wooden stick seemed to come alive, like a dragon or a snake.

She stood one meter in front of the wooden stick, and her slender, hard hands covered with age spots drew strange traces in the air. As the traces became more complex, a hazy purple smoke appeared behind the old woman.

"In my name, summon the funeral spirit, reincarnate in the three realms, and engrave my name in every life." The low and hoarse voice penetrated from the ground and hit people's hearts.

Around the old woman, purple smoke gushed out. Looking closely, it seemed that there were shadows in the purple smoke, accompanied by unpleasant roars.

"Sizzle!"

A figure five meters tall poked out most of his body from the purple mist. He had two sharp red and black spikes that spread from his head to both sides, each one was about one meter long.

The face of a thunder god, with narrow eyes that were white, the most terrifying part was his chest, which was cracked in the middle, as if injured by a blunt force, and the cracks spread from the chest to all directions. In the cracks, there was flowing magma, the scorching heat burned the air, and emitted bursts of white smoke.

"This is too ugly, and it's not quite done yet." The little girl lay on the silver wolf's tail, her legs crossed, her head resting on her hands, and she watched her grandma summon the funeral spirits leisurely.

The little boy sitting next to her pinched her shoulders and said, "How do you know that grandma doesn't use the Sword Demon Burial Spirit?"

"Tsk~" The little girl rolled her eyes at him and said, "You haven't eaten yet, use some strength."

The little boy immediately increased the strength of his hands and humbly asked, "Sister, tell me why."

"Because... the Sword Demon Burial Spirit... is as ugly as you, kekeke~"

The old woman made a claw with her right hand and slapped the Sword Demon Burial Spirit on the head. He let out a shrill howl, disappeared into the smoke, and entangled with many shadows.

"Tuchi!" The old woman roared low.

A black shadow made only of smoke appeared. The black shadow had no eyes and nose, only a mouth. The mouth opened, and a shield appeared, fluttering in the wind, standing in front of the old woman.

"Kacha!"

The moment the blood-colored arrow and the shield touched, the two were like the white snow in winter meeting 100 degrees of boiling water, melting instantly. The strongest shield summoned by Tuchi was easily pierced by Yi's blood-red arrow and shattered into pieces. Before the old woman could react, the blood-red arrow pierced through Tuchi again and shot into the purple smoke.

"Ah——"

A painful scream sounded, and the burial spirits in a straight line in the area where the blood-red arrow shot were all seriously injured, and Tuchi was directly seriously injured and dying, nailed to an ancient tree dozens of miles away and dying.

"Puff!"

The old woman opened her mouth and spit out a mouthful of black blood, waving the wooden stick in her hand, and several green vines rose under her feet, one of which lifted her into the air. The remaining green vines were like long green snakes, smashing into the ground from high altitude, and then rushing out, repeatedly, attacking Xu Jingzhe.

"How can you... hurt me so easily, why, why?!" The old woman muttered in her mouth, like a madman.

The moon flew back, wrapping Xu Jingzhe into a ‘circle’, and collided with the vines, making a continuous clanging sound. For a while, although Xu Jingzhe was at a disadvantage, he was not hurt.

The old woman wiped the black blood from the corner of her mouth, and a terrifying energy burst out from her skinny body. She jumped up from the vines, holding the wooden stick in both hands, and chopped down from a high altitude.

Her eyes were cold. Although the moon wheel was spinning around Xu Jingzhe’s body quickly, it was very slow in her eyes.

"Bang!"

Without a doubt, the wooden stick hit Xu Jingzhe’s right shoulder heavily, "Puchi!" Blood gushed out, intestines were pierced, and the sound of bones breaking was like firecrackers.

Xu Jingzhe flew out horizontally, most of his body was smashed by the old woman, and he fell heavily to the ground, dragging a long blood mark on the ground.

Li Haha, who was trapped by the vines, was very anxious and cursed the old woman ten thousand times in his heart.

"Tell me! Who are you? Why do you have his aura? How can you summon the burial spirit? Are you also a witch from an ancient tribe?"

The bottom of the wooden stick was against Xu Jingzhe's neck. With a little force, it could penetrate his neck and into the ground. A series of questions popped out from the old woman's black lips.

Xu Jingzhe looked at him coldly. He was clearly suffering from an unexpected disaster. The old nosy woman was unreasonable and attacked him by surprise.

"Grandma, save me!"

Just then, the little girl screamed, her eyes like glass marbles were full of fear. The little boy was half a beat slower to react. He was lifted upside down in the air with one leg, waving his hands, and was actually scared to death.

Xu Jingzhe and the old woman looked at the same time, only to see Zhang Manyue with a ponytail holding the little girl in her left hand and the little boy in her right hand, stepping on the neck of the silver wolf, looking domineering.

Zhang Manyue is a man-made person, and there is no energy fluctuation in her body, so she appeared around the battlefield, and even the powerful old woman did not notice it.

"Let them go!" The old woman shouted, and the wooden stick in her hand exerted more force, and blood immediately gushed out.

Zhang Manyue had a blank expression on her face, raised her left hand, and pretended to throw it down.

The old woman's skinny body trembled with fear, and she quickly raised the wooden stick in her hand and begged: "No, no, no, we can talk about it!"

"Negotiate?!" Zhang Manyue sneered, looking at Xu Jingzhe's half body that was beaten, and stepped hard. The silver wolf howled, and blood flowed from its mouth.

"Tell me, what do you want to do!" the old woman asked in a trembling voice.

Seeing Zhang Manyue's silence, the old woman chose to give in, the cage woven by vines disappeared, and Li Haha was free.

Li Haha looked aggrieved and ran to Zhang Manyue and said, "Sister Manyue, this old witch bullied me and Lao Xu, you have to avenge us both."

Seeing that Zhang Manyue was still indifferent, she had to let Xu Jingzhe go. It's not that she didn't want the chips, but she couldn't afford to gamble. The two little guys are both grandchildren and spirit boys and girls. The inheritance of the wizard lineage has been determined and cannot be broken.

Xu Jingzhe stood up and performed the music decision. The strong blood overflowed, and the injured half of his body was quickly repaired.

"Wait..." the old woman paused and said, "Can you tell me why you can summon the Burial Spirit?"

"Burial Spirit?" Xu Jingzhe smiled and said, "Sorry, I summoned the Burial God, not the Burial Spirit!"

"Burial... God!" The old woman was stunned as if struck by lightning. She also understood why the powerful Burial Spirit she summoned was so vulnerable. After a long time, she trembled with her black and blue mouth, knelt on the ground with a "thump", kowtowed heavily to Xu Jingzhe, and prostrated herself on the ground with her skinny body, raised her hands high, and her palms facing the sky.

"Lord God, please forgive my ignorance and forgive my behavior!"