Tiangong Creation Beast

Chapter 862 He can never grow up again

Admit a mistake and turn around? What does it mean?

Bai Shu's eyes still fell on the curly-haired little boy who suddenly became huge. If he saw it correctly, it seemed to be Mo Yu's beast-creating lion.

Are all the beast creators of the Tiangong clan so perverted?

The slow brain was working very slowly, and it was struggling to process Yun Chiqing's words.

It took a long, long time before the results came out: "The turning point for the Tiangong clan is not you? It's him?!"

Look at the pure white little fox with a pair of mesmerizing purple eyes in his arms. Standing next to him is a cool young boy wearing an ice blue short robe with a cold face and a soft face. Then look at the noble man in front of him.

A man who was carefree and could not hide his peerless elegance, Bai Shu's eyes still showed disbelief.

Isn’t this a turning point for the Tiangong clan in front of him?!

No, isn't it that the Tiangong clan has become so abnormal after a turn of events?!

Bai Shu has never seen the creations of other blue-level beast creation masters. The blue-level beast creation masters and purple-level beast creation masters in this continent are restricted from summoning their own creation beasts. It is said that their creation beasts are too big.

Yes, calling it out would cause inconvenience to other people’s lives.

I have never seen it, so I can't compare it. I don't know what the strength of the blue-level beast creators of the Tiangong clan is.

But it should not exceed the Venerable's combat power. When the fireworks slaughtered Yunyue City, it was quite easy. If the blue-level beast creation master had a combat power comparable to the Venerable, things would not be like that.

But even so, things are still a bit scary.

Just a blue-level beast-creator who has not turned around is already so terrifying. Bai Shu can’t even imagine the strength of those real blue-level beast-creators ten thousand years ago. They are not the ones that are restricted in this continent now.

If there are as many blue-level beast creators as they can create beasts, what kind of grand scene will it be if they summon their own beasts?

Mu Ning's hands trembled when she heard Bai Zhu's words. She looked down at the young man with a calm, calm expression, and then at the noble and proud man hovering in mid-air.

At first, the simple judgment of age led to wrong answers. The older man they thought was the Tiangong clan's change was not the Tiangong clan's change. Instead, it was a young man who looked very young and could never be more than twenty years old.

The turning point of the working class.

Does such a young boy really have enough experience?

Or is it that the Tiangong clan doesn't actually need a leader with enough experience? What they need is just a beast creator with excellent talent, someone who can learn the true skills of the Tiangong clan without anyone's guidance based on his own ability.

Beast Creator?

Mu Ning was not sure what the emperors and powerful men of the Tiangong clan thought thousands of years ago. She also didn't know why the Tiangong clan's turnaround was so young, so young that they looked a little young.

There were so many things she didn't know, and so many things she was unsure about.

So much so that she didn't realize at all that many of the monks from the Puppet Realm who had been lurking in Tiangong Continent for a long time and rushed towards the center of the Western Yuan Dynasty because of her words had their soul lamps extinguished.

Those who were called over by her as a precaution encountered a crisis before they came here and died at the hands of the crisis.

She just watched blankly as the lion turned into a little boy hundreds of meters tall with golden-red curly hair. She looked at the being who didn't know whether it was a human or a creature, and murmured in a low voice: "What on earth is this!"

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"A cub of the Giant Green Tribe? If you were older, you should be able to grow taller. It's a pity." Chi Yi had a simple collision with the huge human puppet. At the moment of physical contact, about this giant man

Puppet's information was read by Chi Yi.

He saw this human puppet being born from the sacred tree of the Juqing Tribe, and saw that the newborn ten-meter-tall child looked so small against a group of giants hundreds of meters tall around him. He saw...

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"Is this a newborn?" A huge finger seemed to want to poke the newborn child's cheek. Before the finger, which was as big as the child's entire face, touched the child's face, another finger

His fingers stopped him.

"Gu Qing, be careful, newborns are very fragile." It was a very gentle voice, but maybe it was because it was so big that the voice that should have been very gentle was filled with a kind of aura.

Thick and powerful.

"He's so little." A voice sounded a little disgusted and a little complaining. The voice seemed to be lowered, but it was still like thunder in the ears of young children.

"He is already very big. You were not this big when you were first born." The gentle Juqing woman seemed a little helpless towards the man, her low voice was full of helplessness, "Think about other races, those who have grown up are also very big."

It won’t be more than two meters tall. Now look at our children, don’t you feel much better?”

"I hate children. He is so small. What if I accidentally trample him to death?" The voice was still complaining in a low voice, "Gu Yin, how about we send him away to a pair of smaller children?

In the hands of tribesmen who won’t trample him to death?”

"Don't be ridiculous."

The soft and gentle female voice rang above the head. The child who was ten meters tall and blinking ignorant and curious eyes saw a palm stretched out in front of him. He stretched out his hand to hug the huge fingers, and there was a low and gentle laughter above his head.

rang, "You're so naughty, can I call you Gu Le?"

Little Gu Le grew up little by little. He is now ninety meters tall, but in front of his two fathers and mothers who are five hundred meters tall, he is still very small. But Gu Le feels that he

At least now he is no longer a being who will be accidentally trampled to death by his father.

"Hey, where did Xiao Gule go again? Be careful of being trampled to death by some clan member." His father always seemed to like to tease him with this sentence, but Gu Le could already refute his father's words seriously.

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He would blink his eyes and tell his father with a serious look on his face: "I'm already very old and I won't be trampled to death again!"

"Ha, kid, you are considered big? Do you know how big the biggest being of our Juqing tribe is?" Gu Qing flicked Gu Le's head, and he bent down and looked at the little guy in front of him who was no bigger than his knees.

It seems that you can find a little love in your eyes that are always filled with disgust.

"How big is it?" Gu Le asked.

"It's as big as a planet." Gu Qing's voice was filled with emotion. He said, "Little guy, our ancestors of the Gu Qing tribe were as big as a planet. Your size is really nothing, don't say

It's you, even if your father stands in front of the ancestors, he still has to worry about whether he will be trampled to death."

"I will have one that big in the future!" Xiao Gule clenched his fist, stretched out his hand and made a big circle, seeming a little unconvinced.

"Okay, then I will wait for the day when you are as big as the planet. By then, Xiao Gule will be able to crush his father to death." Gu Qing's eyes were filled with distrustful disapproval, but also seemed to contain encouragement.

"Huh, I will definitely grow to that big." Xiao Gule was very dissatisfied with his father's distrustful gaze. He puffed out his chest and muttered in a low voice, "I will definitely be shocked by my father's eyes when the time comes, but

Me, but I won’t trample my father to death, I will hide my mother on my shoulder so that my father can’t find her, just like my father always hides my favorite giant green fruit.”

At that time, those eyes that were as clean as a forest were still determined and happy, but they were not the lifeless eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of dust now.

At that time, the little child never knew that he would remain a child and never grow up.

He was deprived of the right to grow up and became a cold tool unworthy of having a self.

(End of chapter)