In the lobby of Yizhuang,

Hongjun felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at Lin Jiu, who was in a position that was biased towards the Republic of China, and who stood up to salute and signaled his master and apprentice to sit on a chair.

He had never sat on a chair for countless years, but the two goddess disciples around him were full of curiosity.

However, with Hongjun's thoughts moving,

In Lin Jiu's surprised gaze, the space in front of him temporarily turned into a gorgeous palace, and in the center was a couch and a table.

"Don't be surprised, sit down, I know you have some questions." Hongjun's tone was very calm, and he walked over slowly and sat down, and so were the two goddesses beside him.

At the same time, because Lin Jiu was present, both of them seemed very quiet, and the expressions on their pretty faces were even more serious than Hongjun, showing their dignity, sacredness and supreme majesty.

"Yes, Daozu and two empresses." After Lin Jiu bowed, he took out some tea sets, tea tables and a cylinder from the void, and said: "Does the ancestor and the two empresses want to drink tea or immortal spirit liquid?"

"I just ask the ancestor to forgive me. Lin Jiu likes to drink tea on weekdays and does not prepare better immortal wine. But there should be some in the Wanjie Tower. Do you need it..." Lin Jiu seemed a little nervous, and while he was suing the crime, he stood up.

"No need." Hongjun interrupted directly, he was not interested in those things.

"Yes, the ancestor." After Lin Jiu responded, he began to tinker with the tea set in his hand.

Perhaps the atmosphere has eased a little,

Chang Xi also smiled softly and said softly: "Lin Jiu, you don't have to be nervous, Master is still easy to talk to."

"Well, Empress Chang Xi, Lin Jiu understands." Lin Jiu nodded quickly as he heard this. From the chat group, he knew that the ancestor was not an overly strict powerful person.

"Lin Jiu, how many people are there in your Wanjie Tower now? It seems very interesting..." As Chang Xi opened the conversation, Nuwa also began to speak.

Seeing this, Hongjun closed his eyes and concentrated his mind.

In this short time waiting for tea, Hongjun, who may be somewhat "workaholic" in nature, was already looking into his own prehistoric world from afar.

I only saw it on the vast land,

Zhen Yuanzi blocked the Styx, but the two did not take action directly.

But Zhen Yuanzi was still a little anxious and said, "Fellow Dao of Styx, why are you stopping the old Taoist? The old Taoist knows that you still want the Hongmeng purple qi, but the Supreme Taoist Brother has already understood the experience. The Hongmeng purple qi on the Hongmeng Dao of Fellow Dao of Hongyun was lost when he suffered the last disaster."

"Fellow Daoist Zhenyuan, I don't want to make things difficult for you. But after all, the Hongmeng purple qi is the basis for enlightenment. Without it, even if it is not like the fellow Taoist Fuxi, it will be difficult for me to reach the saint position. As for whether it is not on Hongyun, the Supreme Saint is not here now. Even if I believe you Zhenyuan once, I should have seen it with my own eyes, right?"

Styx still believed what Zhen Yuanzi said, but he didn't believe it completely, so he was waiting, and there was no hurry to wait until Kunpeng exploded Hongmeng purple aura.

Before, they were all very strange, why did Zhen Yuanzi stay in the human race and be respected as the "ancestor of the earth immortals"? When did Zhen Yuanzi become interested in this?

After observing,

It turned out that it was for Hongyun to attain the throne of the Earth Emperor! That was why he and Kunpeng were united. After all, their actions this time might have attracted countless attention.

After hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi felt helpless. He knew that there were countless investigations gathering.

Therefore, it doesn't make sense even if he breaks through the Styx River. Anyway, fellow Taoist Hongyun has no Hongmeng purple energy now, so I just hope Shennong will be smarter.

And look at Shennong again,

The figure of Taoist Kunpeng also appeared in front of him.

Kunpeng is wearing a light green Taoist robe. He lives in Beiming all year round as if he has a cold feeling around him, but at the same time he has a sense of freedom and the Taoist romance traveling between heaven and earth appears.

"I wonder if this fellow Taoist stopped Shennong, but what instructions did he have?" Shennong's Taoist practice had recovered to the Daluo Golden Immortal, but there was still an endless gap with Kunpeng.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, don't be fine." Kunpeng's eyes were filled with sharp glances, trying to find out all the secrets on Shennong.

Of course, the Daluo realm has already become a world of its own. If you do not make a forced breakthrough, Kunpeng really can't see anything.

But he was not in a hurry, what he needed was to stabilize the situation.

He also noticed that countless gazes had already stared here, and even if he did not appear, sooner or later, immortals and gods would come here.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun?" Shennong silently recited the name without looking at a trace of panic.

The Taoist in front of him is far beyond his practice, and no matter how hard he struggles, it is probably useless.

"I wonder what this Taoist brother is called, and whether he needs Shennong to do something?"

Shennong's eyes were always calm. During this period, he had read all the mountains and rivers of the prehistoric world and walked countless distant distances, resulting in a sense of vicissitudes close to the prehistoric land inevitably revealed with his words.

"..." Kunpeng was silent, and he discovered that Hongyun had become a little different.

Everything Hongyun experienced was clearly visible in his heart. The "hate" of the past had actually disappeared a lot when Hongyun's original disaster.

And his final pursuit now is just Hongmeng purple qi. If not, he would naturally not force it, and even offend Zhen Yuanzi to the end.

"Hongyun, maybe I should call you Shennong. You are different from Fuxi. Fuxi is still the name of Fuxi, but you are no longer Hongyun." Kunpeng said as he looked at Shennong's appearance.

Now, except for the head and limbs, Shennong is transparent everywhere, "uncovered" transparency, as if he is "open and honest" to be calm and open.

"Are you willing to give up your mental defense and let me explore everything about you?" Kunpeng suggested expressionlessly, his eyes always staring at Shennong.

After hearing this, Shennong showed a little struggle. After all, this was a very impolite act.

But Shennong is also thinking about the big things he is about to do now. If he resists it... it would be nothing to cause him to die, but what about his own achievements?

Sighing in my heart,

Shennong still chose to obey and said: "Maybe fellow Taoist had some misunderstandings with Shennong, but Shennong was willing to prove his innocence."

As Shennong's words fell,

Kunpeng flashed in front of Shennong. At this moment, Kunpeng could clearly sense that the countless fluctuations in the void had increased again.

There are the Queen Mother of the West, Haotian, Yaochi, Zhenyuanzi, Styx, Shiqilin and others, as well as the curious eyes of the quasi-saints such as Canglong, Zhenwu Emperor, Donghua Emperor, Fengdu Emperor, etc.

However, they did not wait for long, and even Kunpeng did not hide anything, and directly displayed the results of his detection in the void.

The result is obviously a bit unexpected to all the immortals and gods. Even if Shennong becomes completely transparent and disappears into nothingness, there is no purple light at all.

"Fellow Daoist Shennong, I say goodbye." Kunpeng's technique was clean and neat. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a small Kunpeng, accompanied by the wind and clouds, soaring upwards without any visible amount.

"So it is the legendary Kunpeng?" Shennong looked at the disappeared "divine beast" and calculated slightly. When he saw the records engraved in time and space, he realized the name of the true body of the divine beast in front of him.

At that moment, Shennong took out the wooden slips in his hand and started recording.

After thinking about the size of Kunpeng's true body and the ambiguous speed he saw just now, although he could not confirm it in detail, Shennong still wrote it:

"The size of Kunpeng is that his back is not thousands of miles long, but his wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. But he sees his support soaring up to the nine heavens, ninety thousand miles long for a breath."

The records in time and space only have their name and do not show more details. Shennong now has to write according to the writing he saw, and the speed is not the speed of teleportation, but the speed of the guessed movement.

Shennong is a serious person who will not brag. Even though he knows that Kunpeng may have a higher speed, he only uses what he sees as the standard.

Even if he saw through the characteristics of many prehistoric herbs earlier, he would have to eat them first and taste the taste and changes in person.

While he recorded the smell, some of the things that could be seen in black in his internal organs after taking them, and even some herbs and plants that had an impact on which part of the human race were recorded without reservation.

After recording,

Shennong just packed the wooden slip in his hand and said to himself: "The difference between prehistoric plants and beasts lies in the spirituality of the juvenile stage, and this is also the contradiction between our human race and the prehistoric spirits. God is kind to give plants a ten thousand years of spiritual development, but beasts do not."

Shennong's body straightened up, looking around at the distant vast land, with great wisdom in his eyes, as if he had already realized everything.

"It is reported that when Nuwa created our human race, she created "mortals" that were different from the prehistoric spirits. I just don't know if Shennong could also create a race that had not opened up his intelligence so that the race could have something to fill his stomach?"

With his thoughts, Shennong was also an action faction. He immediately took some ordinary things on the prehistoric land, directly used earth, stone, plants and trees as his body, and infused his own fairy energy. In a blink of an eye, he created a new "beast" towards the beasts he often saw.

Then he threw the beasts aside and watched them jump around, but without any light of wisdom, Shennong showed a joyful color.

But I'll be happy for a few seconds.

Shennong felt that the aura in the void was inexplicably stagnant, and he realized that there were many still watching eyes with dissatisfaction.

So very spiritual,

Shennong began to randomly make a large number of smaller creatures, namely "insects". Many insects even appeared for the first time in the prehistoric world.

After finishing,

He just felt that the void had stabilized slightly, but after thinking about it, he began to mold many species of beasts again.

But this time he deliberately made it a little different from the prehistoric creatures he had seen, or it could be regarded as a different "variety".

Of course, Shennong's technique is extremely rough, and he doesn't have to worry about the talents and talents of the Creator, and he can even just "grow and reproduce".

In just a blink of an eye,

There were thousands of these creatures, and even Shennong fabricated many fish and flew into the distant rivers.

Of course, these creatures still have the opportunity to become "demons" or cultivate into "immortals". After all, the vast land has never lacked "opportunities".

However, they were born with a very different difference from ordinary prehistoric creatures. They were not only low in intelligence, but also like human races, and were born into ordinary people.

"Okay, I think our human race can relieve some of the relationship with the prehistoric spirits." Shennong's voice was filled with joy and sobbing. Perhaps when he brought some of these livestock back to the tribe to raise, all the problems would be solved.

At the same time, when he finished speaking,

There was also an endless auspicious cloud appearing above the sky, and a vast golden light of merit was also falling with a trace of purple aura.

"Boom~" is a bit close to Fuxi's understanding of the innate Eight Trigrams and spreading it. After all, Shennong's actions, in addition to enriching the prehistoric species, are more important to ease the relationship between prehistoric creatures.

When Shennong created livestock and animals earlier, he had some insights.

His cultivation has also recovered to the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal, and now he has become even more "extraordinary" after receiving his merits.

Of course, his last step was to return to his tribe and go to Chendu like the previous Emperor Fuxi, but he had to accept the recognition of the Supreme Saint and Nuwa.
To be continued...