Seeing the opportunity, Xiao Sheng hurriedly drove over the clouds, and saw the spiritual energy in the valley being chaotic, the storm was whirling, and the roar was endless.

He calculated with his fingers that after the Fusang tree fell into the valley, in order to maintain vitality, he forcibly seized several spiritual energy from the surrounding land veins. This is why the valley is abundant and no grass grows in other places.

Now that he has taken away the Fusom tree, the huge spiritual source condensed underground suddenly lost its audience, which is difficult to reconcile for a while. And he is only focused on getting treasures, and does not pay much attention. The accumulated spiritual energy triggers the earth's veins, just like the human blood vessels burst, which makes the mountains and gravels move.

Understanding the causes and consequences, Xiao Sheng immediately took action to sort out the spiritual energy of the earth's veins. However, Xiao Daoer did a lot along the way.

He moved his hands together, and while he was hitting countless restrictions, he divided into three talents to control the spiritual source of the riot, and on the other hand, he activated magic to harmonize Yin and Yang, and drove the earth's veins to return to its original source. In this way, it was opened and relaxed, and the strange and correct combination was the same. The restless spiritual energy was immediately stable. In the blink of an eye, the air was calm and the wind was light and the clouds were light.

"Thunder transports water, and creates all spirits. The four seas are ordered, and the eight seas are churning. The rain arrives quickly, and the words are followed. Help people and things, and moisten the living beings."

Then, he recited the magic spell of the movement of the rain, summoning a heavy rain to eliminate the fire and spread the entire deserted mountain.

At this time, there was no god in the Thunder Tribe, and there was no god in the sky, which was a sweet rain from the sky, and the essence of Gui water was a hundred times more mysterious than the rain of rivers created by magic power. Sure enough, when the wind and rain passed, the dead trees came to spring, the earth was resurrected, and the flowers were blooming in a blink of an eye, and the green everywhere was everywhere, and the mountains and rivers changed, and the universe was reconciled.

Xiao Sheng took out the spiritual fruits he had collected on the road and scattered them into the fertile soil in the valley. The spiritual fruits fell into the soil and were then born with immortal magic. In a blink of an eye, there was a thousand hectares of fruit forest full of fruits.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Sheng took out the golden feathers from his arms and threw them into the air. Then he stretched out his hand and saw countless figures shaking out of the plush, lying on the ground in a daze, motionless, as if dead.

In fact, these people were just sealed with nine orifices, so they could not move and no longer breathe, so they were not worried.

Xiao Sheng waved his sleeves and waved his fairy wind, and he entered the valley with a graceful look. Everyone in the sleeping world woke up like a dream. There was no flooding river in my memory, no bloodthirsty bird monsters, and ancestors were indigenous ancestors in the mountains for generations. Everything that happened before was like a dream in Nan Ke.

After careful combing of the earth veins in the mountains, the spiritual energy becomes gentle and unimpressive, fertile land, good weather, vast hinterland in the valley, flat terrain, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and is suitable for reproduction and thriving.

"The blessings of the infinite Heavenly Lord will be born in this way. Only then can the merits be fulfilled."

After doing all this, Xiao Sheng planned to refine the Fusang tree on the spot, but then he gave up. On the one hand, with his current Taoism, it was not easy to refine a top-quality innate spiritual root. More importantly, after the turmoil of heaven and earth just now, he was worried that it would attract the attention of those who were interested, so it would be better to continue rushing and use water milling skills to polish it.

The sun rose and set. Just the day after Xiao Sheng left, a middle-aged Taoist in a clothed and slim shoes, carrying a long sword, with earlobes and shoulders hurried to the mountain. He focused his attention along the mountain, but he kept frowning, obviously finding nothing.

After a while, he calculated again, but unexpectedly, the secret of heaven was dark and unclear, and he still had no idea. He stood there and remained silent for a while. Finally, he had to sigh and leave frustrated.

After Xiao Sheng left, he flew all the way west. After years of running around, he finally arrived at a radius of thousands of miles of Buzhou Mountain. As the shadows in the clouds gradually became clearer, the pressure of the heaven and earth left behind became stronger, and his flight speed was severely affected.

Out of respect for Pangu or surrendering to the real difficulties, under the oppression of this breath, his body and soul were close to the limit of his endurance. Finally, he had to lower his clouds and walk towards the foot of Buzhou Mountain step by step.

Xiao Sheng looked at the Buzhou Mountain transformed by Pangu’s backbone, and his heart was shocked. Although after countless Yuanhui, the pillars that once supported the world were no longer the same as before, and Pangu’s power was gradually fading with time, the remaining remaining veins were still standing upright, majestic and not offensive!

"No wonder in the prehistoric world, I didn't dare to climb Buzhou Mountain unless it was the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm. Even if the halfway upwards of Buzhou Mountain is overturned, if I want to climb up the mountain, I must at least reach Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm first."

In this way, it took more than a month before Xiao Sheng walked step by step to the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

When she stepped on the land at the foot of the mountain, Xiao Sheng felt a long-lost emotion surged into his heart. This feeling was indescribable and was not like the simple pressure he faced when he was on the outside.

It is a kind of persistence towards the Tao, giving people more tolerance, like a trickle of flowing into the river and sea; it is attachment, like birds soaring under the sky, and the baby is in the mother body; it is infinite, like dust facing the entire world of prehistoric world.

At this time, Xiao Sheng seemed to see the Pangu giant. He stepped on the green lotus, his head was covered with jade plate, and he held a big axe. The light of the spirit flashed around him. Runes appeared. He stood in the chaos, and he was fearless in the face of the chaotic gods and demons blocking the way.

With Pangu shouting loudly, the axe slashed towards the Chaos Void. With a loud bang, the entire world of nothingness shook, and Hongmeng first split.

The power of the sky is so surging. Except for a few who have understood the cause and effect, choose to devote themselves to the depths of chaos, hide their traces, or choose to abandon the bodies of gods and demons and be reborn in the vast world. The rest are all destroyed by Pangu.

As the clear and turbidity rises and falls, the chaotic aura is at a loss, the earth, water, fire and wind gush out, and the Hongmeng world is shaking. Pangu also swept through the chaotic aura with the Pangu banner, the Tai Chi diagram stabilizes the water, wind, fire and fire in the ground, and the Chaos Bell suppresses the Hongmeng world, gradually calming down the turmoil between heaven and earth.

In the end, Pangu died in exhaustion and derived himself from all things in the world. The backbone carrying Pangu's way also turned into the Buzhou Mountain that stood tall and stood tall.

The picture flows, and the white clouds have been lingering in autumn, from the three tribes' battle to the battle between Taoism and demons, from Nuwa's creation of human beings to the saints' attainment of Taoism, whether good or bad, good or evil, good or evil, Buzhou Mountain has always watched everything happening in the world under her feet silently.

I don’t know how long it took, but the final battle of the lich that could not be suppressed broke out. The corpses at the foot of Mount Buzhou were piled up like mountains and blood flowed into a river.

Watching his brothers and sisters fall one after another under the Donghuang Bell, Gonggong was both hated and sad, his eyes were empty and confused, and finally staggered up, carrying the glory of the witch clan and the curse of the demon clan, burning the blood of the ancestor witch with all his strength, and hitting the holes of Buzhou Mountain.

A rumbling sound shook the three realms and resounded through the six paths.

The body of the ancestral witch, who used his spear to attack his shield, inherited Pangu's bloodline, finally broke the eternal body left by the great god. The surging river poured over and the earth became a country of marsh. In the vast ocean, there were only the remaining Buzhou Mountains, standing speechlessly.

At this time, the legendary picture suddenly disappeared, and everything around him returned to his original origin. Xiao Sheng was surprised and chanted a long song with a clear voice, saying: "A word of green gauze hydrates, the mysterious sea of ​​Tao can reach the sky. Sweep the dust and thoughts without any contamination, and the ten continents and three islands are free from the sea."
Chapter completed!