The ancient times do not remember the years, but thousands of years have passed.

At Wuzhuangguan, Hongyun, with dark circles under his eyes, stood tiredly outside the door and looked directly at Houtu who came to ask for the bill.

"This is for you, it's really a trap, I'm so exhausted."

Hou Tu, who was tall and gentle, was also a little pale and had not recovered yet, but he smiled immediately after seeing the twelve flags in his hand.

Twelve flags with different colors are constantly flashing. Some flags are like the passage of time. One moment they are brand new, and the other moment they seem to have experienced thousands of years and are full of simplicity. Some flags are flashing with flames, and some flags are like waves.

The sky was soaring, and the strangest flag seemed to disappear.

It appeared for a while, and then completely disappeared from sight. After seeing the satisfying scene, Houtu smiled.

"Thank you so much, fellow Daoist Hongyun. If we, the ancestral witches, were allowed to come, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to refine it even after a hundred thousand years."

And Hongyun also glared at the other party angrily. You also know that it is not easy for him. If he were not greedy for the other party, he would have broken up.

"Don't come here again."

After giving an annoyed look, Hou Tu looked at the back of Wuzhuang Guan Hongyun with a hint of weirdness in his calm and gentle smile.

"Hongyun, Hongyun, it's not me who wants to come in the future, it's you who wants to come to me."

Hou Tu's figure disappeared, and Hong Yun, who entered the Wuzhuang Temple, looked at the merit Qing Yun behind him with pain, almost shrinking to the point that he could no longer maintain it.

After seeing her masterpiece again, Hongyun showed a satisfied smile.

Three red clouds were wandering rapidly in Qingyun. One kept flashing, not bad! It disappeared and suddenly appeared on the other side, and another red cloud flashed with light gold.

There is also a red cloud of marshmallows. One moment it is as new as ever, and the other moment it turns black and dark like decay. The red cloud looks full of helplessness. This image is indeed a bit unsightly.

These three drops of essence and blood were condensed by the combined efforts of the twelve ancestral witches, that is, they were divided equally. Finally, Hongyun used the Qiankun Cauldron to refine them into three drops, and also removed unnecessary impurities from them, such as water and fire from other ancestral witches.

Talent, Sanduo left three talents respectively.

At the same time, he also thoroughly cultivated the essence of the clouds from Yun Jinpa, and combined with three drops of essence and blood, he finally cultivated three innate red clouds that were almost identical to his origin.

One of the conditions of the Witch Clan was to let him refine twelve ancestral witch flags. Needless to say, Hongyun also guessed what the Witch Clan wanted to use them for.

Is it important?

He really didn't expect that all the materials used were innate-level materials. Just a set of twelve flags, which were not made from innate spiritual treasures and three innate red clouds, almost bankrupted him, and his merits were quickly depleted.

All empty.

This Qiankun Cauldron is simply worthless. Refining it is an ordinary magic weapon acquired the day after tomorrow. Just don’t return it to the innate world the day after tomorrow, unless you have enough merit to squander it.

After taking a deep breath and incorporating the three red clouds into his soul, Hong Yun suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly.

"cut!"

When everything is done, the red cloud that keeps flashing and appearing and disappearing keeps rolling in the soul.

Suddenly, a Hongyun who was seventy-nine similar to him, but with a friendly smile on his face, appeared.

"I have seen this deity."

Then the good corpse Hongyun escaped into the body, as if what he had just given up had returned.

At this moment, Hongyun felt endless intoxication. No wonder everyone likes to retreat, often spending tens of thousands of years in retreat.

The so-called killing of three corpses is actually to separate the three corpses of good, evil and self from the body and spirit when realizing the supreme way, so that the body can selflessly reach the state of unity between man and nature and comprehend the way of heaven.

At the same time, the three corpses are also a real clone-like existence, and can realize the way of heaven at the same time.

It is completely a cheating device. There is one more person for him to practice. Although this person cannot reach the supreme state of unity between heaven and man, he can still do it. One plus one is greater than two.

"Fellow."

When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhen Yuanzi's smile. Hongyun felt that his origin was thicker and had an indescribable magical power, and he suddenly smiled.

"Congratulations to Fellow Taoist Hongyun for beheading the corpse."

Seeing Zhen Yuanzi's happy expression, Hongyun rubbed his brows and said tiredly: "This time we lost a lot."

Regarding Hong Yun's expression, Zhen Yuanzi also shook his head helplessly. You exchanged your merits for the most suitable innate thing for killing corpses. Can this be called a loss?

Just take what you need.

"No wonder not many people abuse the Qiankun Ding even though it is against the heavens."

Hongyun shook his head and sighed. Zhen Yuanzi also saw the golden wheel of merit behind his friend, which had almost disappeared.

He knew that there were only twelve ancestral witch flags, and all the materials were at the innate level. It only took a little time for the three red clouds to finish almost all the merits of the red clouds.

Hong Yun, a good old man in ancient times, why do you comment like this? Not only is he stupid, but more importantly, he has profound merits.

After putting away various Dharma signs, Hongyun almost only refined the innate treasure of the Qiankun Cauldron, but also relied on his own Nine-Nine Soul-Removing Gourd.

"Fellow Taoist, I am going to travel throughout the ancient world to look for opportunities to become a saint."

Hongyun showed a rare dignified expression, and Zhen Yuanzi said with some worry after hearing this: "Brother Taoist, Saint Hongjun only accepted Sanqing and Nuwa as disciples, and even Xiangjieyin and Zhunti were accepted as disciples.

Among the named disciples, you are the only one, Brother Dao."

Faced with Zhen Yuanzi's worries, Hongyun smiled dumbly and said, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I'll go to Buzhou Mountain to see the territory of the Wu clan."

Hehe~

After hearing these words, Zhen Yuanzi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If everyone in the prehistoric world was jealous, only the ancestral witch could only stare blankly.

There is no way for the soul to refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi, so the Witch Clan is more interested in wooing Hong Yun.

A red stream of light flashed, and the red clouds headed towards Buzhou Mountain.

Along the way, Hongyun also muttered secretly that there were too many secrets in Honghuang, and it was not what he thought at all.

The mysterious Nuwa, the weird Hongjun, and the calculating ancestral witch, none of them can save money.

In the previous life, many people secretly speculated that Hongjun was an old cunt, but Hongyun had experienced the Great Desolate himself, and he knew that for the Great Desolate, Hongjun had great love.

Borrow the power of Heaven's Way to spread Heaven's Way and your own cultivation civilization (system) to the prehistoric world, and build a new prehistoric civilized world instead of the once chaotic world.

Later, Hedao used himself to complement the way of heaven and perfect the rules of the prehistoric world.

But there is something strange about such a Hongjun.

"Hey, it's a blessing or a curse. We can't avoid it. No one has become a saint yet, and the world is relatively peaceful at the moment. Let's see if it is as expected."

Hiding in Wuzhuang Temple, after Sanqing, the two Westerners, and Nuwa became saints one after another, he was put on the fire to grill. While he was not yet a saint, many great powers were refining spiritual treasures.

When he beheaded the corpse, he still had a chance.

The vast Buzhou Mountain is more like a mountainous continent than a mountain.

Obviously I had seen the phantom of Mount Buzhou a long time ago, but it took a hundred years for the red clouds to fly before reaching the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Along the way, he even saw that although the cities of the Wu Clan were called tribes, their armor and weapons had no ancient feel at all. Instead, they had their own civilization.

Sure enough, this is not the so-called wilderness era. You must know that in the past, human beings were able to develop such a splendid civilization in just a few thousand years. The creatures in this primitive land are often measured in units of tens of thousands of years. They are all innate creatures like them.

It is discussed according to Yuan Hui's theory of memory.

If civilization could not develop, it would have become extinct long ago.

Immortal civilization! The Wu clan also belongs to the Tao!


Chapter completed!