Buzhou Mountain, transformed from Pangu's spine, is the first sacred mountain in the prehistoric times and the ancestor of dragon veins. It is also the richest and most dangerous place in the prehistoric world.

At this time, tens of millions of years had passed since Pangu opened the sky, and the remaining pressure from Pangu's spine was still very strong. Standing at the foot of Zhoushan Mountain, feeling the terrifying pressure of Zhoushan Mountain, Xuanjun roughly guessed that it was impossible for him to set foot on the top of Zhoushan Mountain.

In fact, just as Xuanjun mistakenly deduced, the pressure left by Pangu on Zhoushan Mountain is extremely terrifying. With Xuanjun's current cultivation level at the peak of Taiyi Realm, he can only climb one-third of Zhoushan Mountain, the peak of Daluo Realm.

It is possible to climb two-thirds of it. As for the summit of Zhoushan Mountain, it has not yet been possible to climb in the prehistoric world. This requires the cultivation of Hunyuan Saint to barely do it.

The towering Silver Frost Divine Tree emerged behind him, with millions of flower branches swaying on its forty-nine trunks, dividing the pressure that was constantly crushing in front of Xuan Jun. The Qingchen Divine Ax in his hand also lit up at this moment.

Round after round of blue-gold scorching sun rose up, and the strong ax rays of the sun collided with the invisible and formless power of Pangu, causing a dull roar like thunder.

At this time, Xuanjun was only at the lowest level of Zhoushan Mountain, so the power of Pangu from the outside world was not too strong. The auspicious clouds rose under his feet.

Beware of every plant and tree around you.

Although Pangu's divine power is strong on Zhoushan Mountain, its spiritual power is pure and vast. Therefore, there are many rare and exotic beasts unique to Zhoushan Mountain. Some of them are ferocious in temperament, and under the nourishment of Zhoushan Mountain's spiritual energy, their bodies are strong and their cultivation is also good.

, it is also more dangerous for Xuanjun now, so Xuanjun is so careful.

Moreover, according to the deduction of Taoist ancestor Hongjun, there should be an innate treasure nurtured by heaven and earth in Mount Zhou, which corresponds to the pillar of heaven in Mount Zhou that suppresses the order of the prehistoric world, and can suppress all the order of time and space and the laws of the heavens in the prehistoric world.

However, the one with the highest level of cultivation in the prehistoric world is only Qingtian at the peak of Hunyuan, so if you want to collect this treasure, all living beings in the prehistoric world will need to work harder.

"The first being to become a Hunyuan Saint is the Lord of Destiny who owns Zhoushan's most precious treasure. This should be regarded as Heaven's encouragement to all sentient beings in the wild."

Thinking about some miscellaneous things in my mind, the auspicious clouds under Xuanjun's feet flew slower and slower. After all, the pressure of Pangu became more terrifying as you went up. Now, the auspicious clouds under Xuanjun's feet have become somewhat transparent.

Looking at the mountain in front of him that occupied the entire field of vision like a barrier to the world, Xuanjun's eyes sparkled. The rich spiritual energy on the mountain this week was far inferior to even the Demonic Mountain, so after just flying for a while, Xuanjun

I saw many good elixirs and fairy roots, and even got a fist-sized piece of Taiyi fine gold, which contains the successive Tian Geng Xin gold energy. It is extremely sharp and is also a high-quality innate divine gold.

"Is it another spiritual root, a snow dragon root?" He stretched out his hand to grab it, and found one dotted on the green and black mountain, winding like a white dragon. The fairy grass with crystal dragon beads in its mouth was photographed by Xuanjun with its roots and soil.

Come and put it into the space of Xumi mustard seeds in your sleeves.

But as soon as Xuanjun took away the snow dragon root, he heard a weird and angry dragon roar in his ears, and a blue, scale-less, shining Han Chi crawled out from a high mountain.

The body of a hundred feet was winding and flying towards him. Although it was not very big, the pressure it brought to Xuanjun was much greater than that of an ordinary Taiyi monk.

hiss!

The weird long roar like a dragon and a snake sounded again. Although Han Chi himself has not completely transformed into the body of a true dragon, Han Chi's body is extremely yin and cold, and his vitality is very strong, and he can recover from his injuries by shedding his skin.

, it is a big trouble for Xuanjun.

boom!

A dragon tail with a tail like the tip of a knife was thrown off, and the cold air surging on it triggered the dense vitality around it, turning into endless ice and snow, falling down, covering Xuanjun's body with a thin layer of ice crystals.

"Is that the elixir that prepares you to transform into a white dragon body?" Rounds of blue-gold scorching sun lit up one after another, tearing apart the wind and snow in the sky like a broken bamboo, and then the crescent moon-like ax blade and the wind and snow wrapped around it.

The dragon tails collided together, exploding into circles of turbid air waves.

"In this case it's my fault."

With a flash of his body, he avoided the ice-cold dragon claws knocked down by Han Chi. Xuan Jun's figure fluttered and landed far away from Han Chi. The snow dragon root that had just been put into the space was taken out again, and the fragrance with a touch of coolness spread, making him

Han Chi's figure trembled as the cold air and snow condensed in his mouth, and he stopped his upcoming attack.

"It was my fault before. I will return this snow dragon root to you."

With a flick of his hand, the snow-white fairy root fell into Han Chi's open dragon claws. His blue dragon eyes, like a thousand-year cold pool, looked at the snow dragon root in his hand. Han Chi let out a long and excited groan.

With a sound, the dragon's tail flicked, and then it rode the auspicious clouds and flew into the mountain from where it came.

"It's easy to leave." Shaking his head, Xuanjun didn't care too much about a snow dragon root. Although this snow dragon root is good, it is not very important to Xuanjun now. After all, Xuanjun's body is the Silver Frost God.

The tree is a superior innate spiritual root, containing infinite creation elites. It is just an acquired spiritual root. Xuanjun really doesn’t pay much attention to it, otherwise he wouldn’t just give it back to Han Chi.

Set off again, as Xuanjun's height increased, the auspicious clouds under his feet could no longer support him. In desperation, Xuanjun took out the Snow Silver Divine Spear and turned this treasure of his own enlightenment into a snow dragon about ten feet tall.

Step on the dragon's head and continue flying upward.

Colorful particles of vitality flashed in his eyes, and all the immortal roots, wisdom, and divine gold treasures along the way were taken away by Xuanjun with the power of the two poles of magnetism. Of course, the spiritual root artifacts were protected by forbidden divine thoughts, but Xuanjun did not

Take it away, who knows if the owner of the other party is a Daluo Golden Immortal hidden in Zhoushan Mountain. It is really not a wise choice to put yourself in a dangerous situation for some trivial foreign objects.

But even so, after continuing to fly for three years, when Xuanjun was about to take away a red glow fairy grass, a colorful cloud hand appeared at the same time, colliding with the two-pole magnetic force controlled by Xuanjun's spiritual thoughts.

, when the immortal energy and magnetism collapsed, the flaming red glow fairy grass swayed for a while, and was exploded into countless bright red flames, and the energy spilled out.

"Huh?" Frowning slightly, Xuanjun looked at a middle-aged monk a hundred thousand miles away, wearing a five-color mountain god robe, a heavenly crown on his head, a long sword hanging from his waist, and a treasure scroll in his hand, his face slightly condensed.

The middle-aged monk has a majestic complexion, with light yellow skin, black hair and black beard, and golden eyes. There seems to be shadows of majestic mountains that suppress the world. Although his cultivation level is the same as that of Xuanjun, he is at the peak of Taiyi.

The pressure brought by Xuanjun is no less than Taiyi holding the Chaos Clock.

Moreover, Mr. Xuan can feel the strong aura of the divine way on the other side. It is not the way of the ancient gods inherited from the beginning of the world like Zhuyin and Nuwa, but the way of the gods opened up by the Taoist Xuan Cang. With the merits of Xuanhuang

Use his power to refine the Xuanhuang immortal body and condense the pure Yang spirit into the immortal path.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's such a pity, this is an acquired spiritual root." The dark-haired middle-aged man looked at the pure vitality overflowing in the sky, glanced at Xuanjun, and said with a slightly playful tone.

Looking calmly at the middle-aged Taoist in front of him, Xuanjun ignored him. The snow dragon under his feet let out a long, faint groan, and continued to lift Xuanjun up.

However, a golden power of merit condensed into substance, like a sword light tearing apart all the filth in the world, cutting a thin crack in the void above Xuanjun, blocking Xuanjun's way forward.

"Should I call you Bai Yi or Xuanjun."

A faint voice sounded in his ears, making Xuanjun's pupils shrink to the extreme. He turned around and looked at the dark-haired middle-aged man. Xuanjun slowly raised the Qingchen Divine Ax in his hand, and the awe-inspiring murderous intent on his face gradually solidified.

"Xuan Cang."

The cold voice came from Xuanjun's mouth, which made the middle-aged man opposite him look stunned. However, the middle-aged monk looked at Xuanjun with a little regret and said lightly: "My mind is spinning very fast. It's really a pity. Originally,

I also wanted to accept you as my founding disciple and inherit the position of God of the Five Mountains, but I didn’t expect that you actually abolished the Beiyue Taoist scriptures that you had practiced so hard.”

"Being controlled by others is not the detachment that immortality pursues."

"Another deadhead." Looking at the indifferent expression of Mr.

This realm is still very far away, and what ability do we have to reach a realm that the two of them cannot reach?"

"I opened up the path to immortality just to give all sentient beings a hope. A hope that, although it seems far away, can be realized. To become a god, to live as long as the sky, without disaster or calamity, is no better than some unrealistic detachment from the prehistoric world, invincible.

All sentient beings in the ancient world were much stronger."

Said lightly, Xuan Cang looked at Xuan Jun and continued: "Do you have the confidence to achieve the realm that Dao Ancestor and Demon Ancestor have not reached? Don't be ridiculous."

There was no expression on his face. Xuan Jun just looked at Xuan Cang indifferently, with a slight smile on his lips, and said lightly: "With your character, it will be difficult for you to achieve the Holy Realm of Hunyuan in your lifetime!"

"Haha." There was no trace of anger on his face. Daojun Xuan Cang said with a smile: "Do you have the confidence to achieve the Holy Realm of Hunyuan?"

"Besides, what's the point of achieving the Holy Realm of Hunyuan? Let me order all the gods, all living beings in the three realms, and the four living beings in the ten directions and four directions to be included in the palm of this deity. By then, the power of this deity will be so great that even the Saint of Hunyuan will be lower than me."

Looking coldly at Daojun Xuan Cang with a smile on his face, Lord Xuan said coldly: "Sooner or later, you will understand that your so-called power is vulnerable in the face of absolute power."

"Same as Zhenwu, ridiculous remarks."
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