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It is suspected that the creator gods of other worlds came to the prehistoric world. The news spread throughout the prehistoric world in a short period of time, and the world was in chaos.
The eyes of the sages in the heavens were originally on the Nine Heavens Shrine, the primordial power of the demon ancestor, but the appearance of the mysterious unparalleled powerhouse broke their established plan.
No one knew what the existence was going to do in the prehistoric world, so the plan to besiege Jiuxiao Shrine was put on hold for the time being.
The whole world is in turmoil. In these days when the World of Great Controversy is about to be born, it should be the era when Tianjiao shines, but the rivers and lakes are calm.
Everyone is watching!
?As the saint closest to the Dao of Heaven, the Taiqing sage Lao Tzu hibernates in the Bajing Palace, and is calculating based on his body, who is that existence, and why he can walk in the prehistoric world regardless of the Dao.
The forces of Zen and Taoism were not in a hurry to take action against Jiuxiao Shrine, and the six saints were all waiting for Lao Tzu's reply.
Zhonghuang, Zhao Kingdom, Weiyang City!
Bu Feifan transformed into a new identity with a mask of thousands of faces, and was lying on his side by the window on the top floor of the restaurant with green bamboo in his arms, watching the scenery.
"Punch, kick, kick!"
Shen Gongbao came, sat on the table next to Bu Feifan, and wiped out the delicacies that had been ordered.
After eating and cleaning up, and taking a sip of wine, Shen Gongbao rubbed his mustache and squinted his small eyes to look at the pale-faced Bu Feifan.
"I thought you would come from the prehistoric world, but I never thought that you would resist the cosmic wind coming from outside the domain!"
Shen Gongbao's words were full of appreciation.
There are thirty-three days in the prehistoric world, the uppermost layer is Da Luo Tian, ??and the outer part of Da Luo Tian is the extraterritorial starry sky.
There is no air in the starry sky, no literary energy, and no aura of heaven and earth.
The violent cosmic wind is comparable to the power of Daluo Jinxian monk's shots.
And when it comes to the real cosmic starry sky, the wind will be even more violent, and the strength of an incompetent saint cannot last long, let alone a fight.
The starry sky is the battlefield of the saints of the heavens!
Even if it is a quasi-sage duel, except for life and death battles, it is generally in the prehistoric, and the more tragic ones will go outside the region. When it comes to the real universe and starry sky, the quasi-sage can't let it go because of the lack of literary energy and heaven and earth aura.
Once the spiritual energy or cultural energy is exhausted, even the body of the quasi-sage will be torn to pieces by the cosmic wind.
The pace is extraordinary, just in case, he flew out from Lihentian, made a big bend, and descended to Daluotian from outside the territory.
After flying outside the territory for a short time, Bu Feifei had already suffered serious injuries.
He really felt the power of the cosmic wind, Luo Tianshangxian's realm, he could only barely move, and he must not make a move. If he stayed for a long time, the result would only be smashed into blood and flesh.
"If I go to Daluotian from the Great Desolation, with the consideration of the six saints, I will see through it at a glance!"
Bu Feifan took a sip of the wine and said calmly.
"What are your plans next? The sages of the heavens will definitely be silent for a while after being frightened by you!"
"However, you don't have much time. If you survive for twenty days, at least half a month, that old immortal Saint Taiqing will definitely figure out that you are just a counterfeit!"
Shen Gongbao looked at Bu Feifan with interest.
Bu Feifei pondered for a long time, and said: "I heard that there is a nine-day resting place in Tushita Palace!"
"That's right!" Shen Gongbao nodded and said: "In the past, the sage of the Taiqing had a good relationship with Nuwa, and when he learned that Lao Tzu was short of medicinal materials for refining the elixir, Nu Wa gave Lao Tzu the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil to quickly stimulate the elixir!"
Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, one of the few innate meritorious treasures in the prehistoric world, is said to be transformed from the lotus soil of the twelve-grade green lotus.
?This innate meritorious treasure is known as the ancestor of the earth, and it can cultivate any treasure of heaven, material and earth.
A elixir that takes a hundred years from germination to maturity can only be cultivated on the Nine Heavens' Breathing Soil for ten years, which shows its preciousness.
"Why are you asking about this?!" Shen Gongbao asked suspiciously.
Bu Feifan smiled sassyly, and threw the green bamboo in his hand to Shen Gongbao.
Shen Gongbao saw the mystery at a glance, and said: "You put a chess pattern on the green bamboo?!"
"Yes, I want to forge a weapon of my own!"
"But this is too weak, the nine hundred and ninety-nine chess formations can only exert the power of a magic weapon at best, not even a magic weapon!" Shen Gongbao frowned.
"This green bamboo is a mortal bamboo, and the nine hundred and ninety-nine chess patterns are already the limit of its endurance. If one is added, it will probably collapse!"
the"So, you want to use the Nine Heavens' Breathing Soil, which is unique to the prehistoric world, to cultivate this green bamboo!"
Shen Gongbao looked at Bu Feifan, and suddenly his eyes widened.
"good!"
Bu Feifan nodded.
"Do you know where the Tushita Palace is? That is the dojo of the Renjiao. There is an old man named Xuandu who is known as the number one below the sage sitting in the town. You are looking for death!"
Shen Gongbao really couldn't figure out whether this Bu Feifei used Chang Yemin to pretend to be in front of the avatars of the saints of the heavens, and then he couldn't control himself, thinking that he could go to heaven and earth.
"Master Taoist, let me ask you, how many disciples does Lao Tzu, the sage of Taiqing, currently have?"
"The closed disciple is only Master Xuandu. It seems that the four of the so-called Shangdong Eight Immortals have been expanded recently, Zhong Liquan, Tieguai Li, Lu Dongbin, and Han Xiangzi who has been slaughtered by you!"
"good!"
Bu Feifan smiled slightly, his starry eyes filled with a little bit of sternness: "Although the Tushita Palace is famous, but there are only four or five disciples in it, a few Taoist boys, how can we not go there?!"
"Are you really sure?"
Shen Gongbao seemed a little excited. He was born in troubled times. If he could, he would also like to step on the glazed floor of Tushita Palace.
"Of course, please also ask the Taoist priest to accompany me to the Tushita Palace and kick over the Zijin Eight Diagrams Furnace!"
Bu Feifan laughed, got up and accompanied Shen Gongbao out of the restaurant.
After checking out and going out, Bu Feifan just turned around and didn't take a few steps, but outside the door, a fox that was as white as fresh snow rushed into his arms suddenly.
"Um?!"
Bu Feifan hugged the white fox and looked down in a daze.
The whole body of the white fox has no trace of impurities. At this moment, a pair of azure blue fox eyes transmit a touch of human fear and anxiety, and it is desperately burrowing into Fei Fei's arms.
"injured?!"
Bu Feifan stretched out his left hand to hold the white fox, and the palm was scarlet and sticky.
"Hurry up, the other half of the soul of the seventh generation's resentful couple is in the body of the white fox, we must catch it, otherwise the plan of the Jinguang Sect Master will be aborted!"
But it was said that on the street, a heroic young man was filled with aura fluctuations all over his body, and rushed into the inn with a group of guards. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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