"The vast and boundless continent is full of heaven and earth, and countless creatures are surviving."

"There are countless famous mountains on the land, among which the pillar of the sky, Buzhou Mountain is the most, and the temples of Nuwa and Fuxi are here."

"The upwards are the thirty-three days wrapped in the clear air, and the downwards are the Netherworld Returning Ruins. Many great masters live in the thirty-three days with the clear air. For example, the three friends occupy the Three Qingtians as the cave, and the annoying golden crows open the Sun God Palace in the Nine Heavens Sun."

"Although the Netherworld Guixu is the most mixed place of turbid air, there are also Taoist people from the Styx who have opened up the boundless sea of ​​blood as their temple. It is said that Guixu has the secret of reincarnation, but it is controlled by the Styx, so everyone is just calculating it."

"From westward, I first met Wuzhuang Temple, which was Zhenyuanzi's temple. His temple had the upper-ranking spiritual roots of the prehistoric rows - the ginseng fruit tree. I heard from my brother who is knowledgeable about heaven and earth that the ginseng fruit tree has been nurturing the first ginseng fruit tree since its creation, and now it has been more than 100,000 years."

"It's a pity that only Zhen Yuanzi's friend, Hongyun, can pass freely in Wuzhuang Temple. I don't know if the ginseng fruit is about to ripen?"

"Then we go west is Lingshan. There is a pool called the merit pool on that mountain. There are countless golden lotus in the pool, which is the temple of Zhunti and Guiyin."

“……”

Houtu sat on the stone slab with Ye Su, and another appeared in the middle of Haotian, giving Houtu a Taoist pudding like Ye Su.

Ye Su was happy to collect information about the prehistoric world from Houtu, and simply did not practice and listened to the story seriously.

He didn't know that the information of Houtu was actually heard from other ancestor witches.

Seeing Ye Su listening so concentratingly, Houtu, who was born as the youngest girl, felt a rare sense of accomplishment.

But just as they were about to continue talking with enthusiasm, their spiritual sense felt the membrane of heaven and earth below opened, and amazing inspiration lights lit up.

It turns out that the millennium is approaching in a blink of an eye, and the second Zixiao Palace preaching is about to begin.

Houtu was unable to find out his origin from Ye Su, but at least he had the friendship of looking down on the prehistoric world and making Taoist names with each other, which was a nod.

However, Ye Su Pingbai was stared at by the ancestor witches who rushed to Zixiao Palace for a long time. The eleven ancestor witches were churning with their vast magic power, sometimes turning into thunder and sometimes turning into strange beasts and roaring silently.

Fortunately, in front of Zixiao Palace, these ancestral witches who were as high as a hundred feet tall did not dare to act rashly. They just put a lot of pressure on Ye Su and supported the ordinary-sized Houtu into Zixiao Palace.

Um?

Houtu and I just chatted casually and learned about the prehistoric situation, right?

Why did the ancestor witches look at me with the look that they urged their cabbage?

Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi were also in those amazing lights of inspiration. The other powerful people naturally disdained to stay on the ladder and entered the Taoist palace. These two people took the initiative to slow down and merge with Ye Su.

Ye Su immediately noticed that there was a purple-red gourd beside Hongyun. He thought about the story Houtu told him and realized that this was a treasure picked from the innate gourd vine.

"This is my newly refined magic weapon - the Nine-Nine Scattering Soul Gourd."

Hongyun floated it in front of Ye Su with some satisfaction: "This innate red gourd contains infinite red evil, which can transform the soul. If it is stained, it can be cut off the Taoist movement at the least, and at worst, it can invade the soul and the soul will be scattered."

"I saw that he was born with too much killing, so I thought of turning the three-point red evil into a protective red glow, and in order to fight for the future, I accidentally hurt my fellow Taoist mates and leave a glimmer of hope."

This is a very innate killing weapon, but it actually lost three points of power in vain.

However, it was not Ye Su's turn to comment on how others refine his magic weapon. After praising the exquisite purple-red gourd, he entered the Taoist palace with the two.

Just a thousand years after the end of the last sermon, a thick bell sounded in Zixiao Palace.

Of course, no one would joke about their own opportunities. When Hongjun appeared on the cloud bed surrounded by black and white cyclones again, the powerful people below had already arrived.

Haotian held the dust in his hand and announced on the side: "A thousand years have passed, and the second sermon has begun."

Just as before, Hongjun Daozu just sat upright on the cloud bed, and the Taoist rhyme slowly unfolded.

The powerful men were fascinated by the vast ocean of Taoism, absorbing the insights needed by their respective paths.

For a moment, strange phenomena arose in the Taoist palace.

There is a great sun rising eastward, shining brightly on the world.

There are also blood waves that devour everything.

The golden lotus in the void is blooming, and twelve figures beside the glazed Bodhi tree combine to form a powerful man who supports the sky and the earth in one fell swoop.

All kinds of visions have little to do with Ye Su.

If the last time I preached, Hongjun started from the lowest rules, but this time he focused on the Three Thousand Great Ways.

That was the area involved in Daluo Golden Immortal, so Ye Su was inevitably struggling to hear it.

In this round, he had to use his soul with all his strength to remember his enlightenment, and he could only give up more mysterious laws regretfully.

Although he did his best, he fell behind the innate creatures from the beginning, and at this time he felt unsustainable.

But such an opportunity may lead to the creation of the world.

Ye Su, who did not want to become a disciple of the Three Pure Land, kept a low profile and firm record the insights he could master among the endless visions. Those too mysterious Taoist methods could only be given up selectively.

However, even so, the sea of ​​consciousness was filled with the laws of heaven and earth, and his soul became obscure for a moment.

"The end of this sermon, and the teacher will start his last sermon in a thousand years. Let's disperse yourself."

Haotian's voice transmission made many powerful people dissipate again with their slowly insights, and Ye Su also breathed a sigh of relief.

During the thousand years of preaching, he could not distribute a slight energy to refine his magic power. He was really devoted to the enlightenment of Tao. Although he was still in the realm of the Golden Immortal at this moment, his soul was full of understandings about the Golden Immortal of Daluo.

However, the fragmentary insights of these Daluo Jinxian are really complicated. The content of the second sermon was too profound for Ye Su. It was just for digestion and sorting, and a thousand years passed unconsciously.

The third sermon was equivalent to seamless connection for Ye Su. He came up the stairs and closed his eyes and opened his eyes, and the lecture time was almost time.

"What kind of heaven has those three crows hated to have established in the nine heavens since they lost control of the sun?!"

"Those who claim to have spirits in the prehistoric world recognize themselves as demons, can all enter the heavenly court and be protected by the golden crow!"

"After the establishment of this annoying demon clan heaven, I always cause trouble for our witch clan, saying that I would re-dividing the pattern of the prehistoric world!"

Houtu is the size of an ordinary person. He sat on the Taoist pillow next to Ye Su, who had just finished the second time he heard the Tao, and talked endlessly about the changes in the prehistoric world over the past thousand years.

Is this the beginning of the struggle between the two lichs?

After listening carefully, Ye Su thought of this.

Houtu shook his tender white feet, stirring the chaotic airflow that was suppressed by Zixiao Palace to calm down under the stairs.

"Feng Ling!"

"After the teacher's preaching, come to the witch clan to have a look!"

"When you can pick the spiritual fruits carefully cultivated by Brother Jumang for you! There are still twelve supernatural powers...well!"

Houtu originally wanted to chat with Ye Su for a while, but the other ancestor witches finally came to the front of the palace and quickly stopped the youngest girl without any restraint. Houtu made a hurried face to him and followed the ancestor witch into Zixiao Palace.

Then, the third sermon began as scheduled.

Hongjun, who was sitting upright on the cloud bed, calmly said the third sentence since the Zixiao Palace preached: "This preaching will talk about the realm above the Daluo Golden Immortal - the Hunyuan Realm."
Chapter completed!