The vicious female supporting role is reborn to create everyone equally

Tiandao originally thought that it would require negotiation to get Minshu to agree to return the cornerstone of the secret realm to this world, but she only asked him to give her a tiny, insignificant fragment of Tiandao.

Thinking that Min Shu was just making a casual request, but actually just wanted to help the world, Tiandao took a liking to her, and when the cornerstone of the secret realm was broken, more spiritual energy flowed in her direction.

Compared with the surprise of the successive breakthroughs, this subsequent battle seemed very ordinary.

Two cultivators in the fusion stage fighting against one Demon Lord would naturally win. The demon cultivators were not united either. Seeing that there was no hope, they scattered like monkeys when the tree fell and ran away as fast as they could.

Everything went unexpectedly smoothly until Luo Yao entered the valley where the Demon God was sealed.

The man who was in the Nascent Soul stage found Min Shu and was about to discuss with her his cultivation which had broken through too quickly and was not very stable, when he heard a loud bang.

The mountain that sealed the Demon God cracked, and a huge hand stretched out from the cracked mountain. It immediately killed Luo Yao who was trying to suppress the Demon God.

But at this time, no one cared about Luo Yao's life or death. Everyone was staring at this earth-shattering scene in amazement.

The demon god crawled out from underground, his body covered in bloody red, like a huge giant. When he stood up, he could actually look at the monks on the flying swords at eye level.

"God, the devil is God!"

Someone screamed, and then turned into blood and exploded in the sky.

Everyone present here is a mortal. Normally, a lower level of cultivation is like an insurmountable chasm, let alone the gap between humans and gods.

No one accepted the challenge, no one dared to fight.

There was deathly silence at Fengmo Mountain, and there was only despair on everyone's face.

Until a figure flew out.

Min Shu held the scimitar in his hand, gathering all his strength in his hand, no longer holding back: "Huang Quan!"

Without any negotiation, Heaven opened a hole in time and space, allowing the real Yellow Spring to fall from the sky like a waterfall.

The Yellow Spring water slid down the cracked mountain and poured all over the demon.

The demon god raised his scarlet eyes and made a strange sound in his throat. Others could not understand, but Min Shu knew that He was saying: "You make me feel familiar."

The divine world is not all smooth sailing either.

Before the Nine Heavens appeared, the nine innate gods had been fighting with the ten demons who came from nowhere for tens of thousands of years.

Although the final outcome was that the ten demon gods were either killed or suppressed, the nine innate gods also suffered losses, otherwise there would not be only Min Shu and Cang Ming left among the nine innate gods now.

The existence of the Nine Heavens is also to bring in more gods to manage and protect the three thousand worlds they created.

The gods have known their responsibilities since their birth.

Some of them created the world, some of them created people and things...

They completed their missions, some returned to heaven and earth due to serious injuries, and some chose to dissipate due to boredom.

The innate gods handed over their power, and the Nine Heavens came into being.

But the flesh and blood that were devoured and torn, as well as the wounds left by the ten thousand years of fighting, were not only remembered by Min Shu who had participated in the war, but also by the Demon God.

Just through the breath, new and old grudges came to mind.

The demon god spat out a bloody curse from his throat: "You are the god who is in the way, die!"

Large tentacles emerged from the ground, blood splattered and exploded, dyeing the world red.

Min Shu was furious, his body turned into a shadow, and each knife he swung was a tentacle.

However, even at the fastest speed, the human body still cannot keep up with the speed of the demon's limb regeneration.

Min Shu directly connected to the Heavenly Dao: "I want to become a god."

Tian Dao: "You have obtained the only fragment of the godhead in this world. If you cannot become a god, who else in this world can ascend?"

A ray of colorful cloud emerged from the gap where Huangquan fell, and then gradually expanded to the entire sky.

Spiritual rain fell, and colorful stairs appeared in the Yellow Spring Waterfall.

"That, that is the ladder to ascension!"

"Someone ascended? Who?"

"——We have God!"

More and more monks saw the stairs leading to ascension.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Min Shu, because at this moment, a power stronger than that of the fusion stage burst out from her. The power was still rising steadily, as if there was no upper limit at all.

Minshu felt the shackles of Luo Shu's body being broken, her divine power began to flow, and the fragments of the divine power that had previously been integrated into her divine power began to heat up.

What seemed to be flowing into the body was the power of faith and merit.

Min Shu's figure began to grow larger, she left the realm of mortals, and gradually rose to ten meters, twenty meters, until she could look the demon at eye level.

His weak sword could easily cut off a tentacle of the demon god, and no more monks died after his death.

In the sky, thunderclouds rolled, blood and colorful clouds fought for territory, and yellow springs and blood flooded the earth.

The difference is, where the blood flows, no grass grows, and where the Yellow Spring passes, all mortals are lifted up and protected within the water circle.

The scimitar in Minshu's hand turned into a bow and arrow again, but that bow and arrow was nothing like before.

It looks like it was polished from a curved black stone. It has no sharp edges, but it seems to contain the majesty of a mountain.

Min Shu pulled the bowstring, and a light arrow appeared in her hand.

It was a very ordinary weed, not even half the length of a string.

When Minshu pulled it, the demon seemed to sense the extreme danger, retracted all its tentacles, and wanted to drill back underground.

However, Min Shu did not give him this opportunity.

He slightly opened his lips and said with a nostalgic tone: "This arrow is named Pangu."

Buried in Minshan is Pangu.

Wild grass grew out from the place where He rested, but with the sharpness of creation, it fell on the demon like a stone falling into a mountain.

But it caused the huge mountain to fall apart.

"what--"

There was clearly only one arrow and one blade of grass.

There were five more cracks on the demon's body, as if he had been hit by a huge axe.

His head fell to the ground, and his limbs also cracked and fell off. His torso had no support and smashed a deep hole in the ground.

The blood color of the sky slowly faded away, and the colorful clouds spread farther, covering the sky of this world.

In a place that Min Shu could not see, countless monks and mortals were crawling on the ground.

They didn't see it with their own eyes, but they all felt it in their hearts.

——The first god in this world in thousands of years was finally born.