Chapter 133

It's a pity that Yang Shou couldn't see this scene. The Great Desolate Will protected the heaven and earth grinding disc layer by layer, and Yang Shou only saw him sinking into the weak water, but he couldn't see anything.

The prehistoric will sat cross-legged in the cave, closing its eyes to absorb the most primitive aura, which was purer than the current aura between heaven and earth, almost qualitatively different.

"I don't know when... I will be able to condense my real body..."

After a long time, Hong Huang opened his eyes and sighed.

He wanted to imitate Shishen and condense a human body like Shishen, but as a prehistoric will, how could he condense his body casually, his body must be composed of the purest aura in the world, a natural spirit body!

This is also the reason why he has been reluctant to advance to the seventh level. On the one hand, his Tao has not been polished to perfection, and on the other hand, his body has not been condensed successfully.

"There is still one thousand years before my Tao can be perfected, but... the body needs three thousand years to be perfected."

Hong Huang muttered, calmed down, and continued to absorb the purest aura.

...

Not on the mountain.

Yang Shou waited for less than a second, and a year passed.

Hong Huang came out and preached, and Yang Shou continued to steal.

Twenty seconds passed in succession. After ten years of preaching, Hong Huang taught the way of practice from the first realm to the sixth realm.

As for how to achieve the seventh level, Honghuang himself has not yet achieved perfection, but just told them how to understand their own Tao, they only need to polish their own Tao to perfection, and then they can achieve the seventh level.

"Ten years of preaching, most of you are talented and intelligent people. I believe you have already understood the immortal way. After you reach the seventh level, you can become immortals. Go down the mountain."

The Great Desolate Will spoke to the Eight Heavenly Venerates, ignoring the reluctance shown by the several Heavenly Venerates, and with a wave of their sleeves, the several Great Heavenly Venerates were blown away by a gust of wind, moved to an unknown distance, and were thrown out of the island of life.

"You can do it for yourself, but you can establish your own orthodoxy, so that you can practice well, don't hurt the peace of heaven, and do it for yourself."

In the end, Hong Huang gave the words and was swept down by the strong wind. The eight gods who landed on the ground nodded and bowed in the direction of the island of life: "Teacher, don't worry, we will definitely carry forward the teacher's morality and spread it throughout the prehistoric world."

The master brothers discussed with each other, chose the direction, and dispersed, wandering around separately, looking for the top of the mountain, and establishing the orthodoxy.

On Mount Buzhou, Yang Shou took a deep breath, recalled the cultivation method he learned secretly, and looked at Fu Nao: "Fu Nao, make me a training plan that best suits me."

"Got it, please wait a moment."

Fu Nao received the order and started to deduce the realm.

It has been controlled by Yang Shou at its core, and it regards Yang Shou's orders as an imperial decree, and never dares to slack off.

Intelligent life has no scheming, which is why Yang Shou chose to accept Funao in the first place. After he mastered the core of Funao, he didn't have to be afraid that Funao would have a different heart and betray him.

However, what Funao said wait...

It made Yang Shou wait for an hour.

Yang Shou tilted his head and looked at it, maybe the intelligent life has some misunderstanding about the concept of waiting...

Fortunately, Fu Brain finally stopped and spoke after frantic deduction and calculation.

"Great Creator, your life is huge and requires a huge amount of energy of the same level. Preliminary estimates...more than one billion."

Several black lines appeared on Yang Shou's forehead, and he was speechless.

This intelligence does not seem to be very intelligent.

To know that you are calculating this, you should have said it earlier...wasting an hour of Chuangshishen's time.

"Two hundred and ninety-eight million times, you just talk about the plan."

Fu Nao seemed to sense that the Creator was a little displeased, and quickly came up with a plan: "According to energy calculations, your first realm needs the same amount of energy as 1.298 billion times to temper your body to become the body of the Creator."

Yang Shou nodded. The Creator's body, at least...can't be worse than the Eucharist, right?

And it is still a physique that can continue to improve. He needs to create a unique body of the creator, which can continue to grow, and a body that mortals cannot directly look at.

This is the only first step in achieving the supremacy of the heavens and all realms.

It is also a crucial step.

"I have deduced various plans, and there is only one plan that is the most reasonable and feasible for the body of the Creation God you need to condense, and that is the method of creating catastrophe."

"One realm, one catastrophe, using the energy brought by the catastrophe, you can quickly step into the body-hardening realm and achieve perfection."

Fu Nao finished its plan and waited for the Creator's decision.

Hearing the plan of One Tribulation and One Realm, Yang Shou fell silent, but the lessons from the world of wizards and the world of runes made him realize that the path to evolve the heavens is not so simple and easy.

At the very least, he needs to learn to ignore life.

"Just do what you say."

Yang Shou finally made a decision. Standing on the highest peak of the prehistoric world, he glanced at the prehistoric world again.

At this time, more than a hundred years have passed, and the eight great celestial beings have established their own orthodoxy, laid down their inheritance, and preached to all major races. All major races can step into the mountain gate and practice the supreme immortal law.

The practice of spiritual energy has been spread by the eight super-orthodox traditions, and all living beings in the prehistoric world have opened the path of orthodox practice.

In the various mountain gates, the great talents and influential figures gradually appeared. The first generation disciples have grown up and become elders in the mountain gates. This is the era of the second generation disciples.

But just when Yang Shou was about to enter the world of He Honghuang, there was a sudden exclamation in his mind.

"God, help...God, help..."

Yang Shou frowned, and a phantom entered the primordial space with a bewildered expression.

Today's Primordial Space is no longer full of water, but full of flames...

"Ross, what the hell did you come up with?"

Yang Shou's scalp felt a little numb, last time his brain was flooded, this time his brain was on fire?

On the top of the building, Rose, whose face was burnt black and mournful, was waiting for Yang Shou's arrival.

Came here at the first time, knelt down on one knee, hugged Yang Shou's thigh, and explained: "God, I'm guilty, I repent, I failed in teaching my son, they..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help digging with his right hand, cast a digging witchcraft, and planed randomly at Jianmu.

Yang Shou was a little speechless, and asked Rose to speak, why every time he came, there were a lot of things.

"Has the extinct species evolved? The whole space is almost cooked, what's the situation?"

Speaking of this, Rose's face was miserable, his lips were trembling, and he pointed down, very angry: "These nine scoundrels, the others were influenced by the boss, Ling Nian and I clearly created the transformation technique , but they...don't let their daughter-in-law practice, but tell me that they like the most natural and primitive appearance."

The corner of Yang Shou's mouth twitched, he really didn't know how to comfort him.

I still remember the race chosen by the boss... The ugly appearance is enough to prove that there is true love between them.

The other sons followed suit, found several stronger beast races, and got married.

This made Ross so angry that he almost wanted to sever the father-son relationship with them. Fortunately, in the end Ling Nian persuaded him to give up this idea, so the father-son tragedy did not happen.

This was the end of the matter, and the disheartened Ross returned to Zixiao Immortal Palace, concentrating on how to complete the tasks of the gods and create powerful creatures with the ability to destroy the world.

He found a race, the Death Scythe, which is small in size and looks like a praying mantis on the earth. It has two scythes, is good at hiding, has a strong hunting ability, and has a strong individual combat ability, but the wisdom of the entire race seems to be Neither look very tall.

Gain in some aspects, lose in some aspects, super fighting ability, even if you don't have high intelligence, you can understand it, but... In this race, a creature with super intelligence was born.

It unified the entire race, led them to start hunting, and fed on creatures in the entire primordial space. Because it came and went without a trace and was good at invisibility, all creatures could not escape its hunting.

Even if it is a sixth-level ferocious beast, in front of two death scythes, it is like chopping melons and vegetables, one knife at a time.

The Death Scythe tribe expanded rapidly, using war to support war, occupying territory, multiplying continuously, and compressing the living space of the other nine fierce beasts.

For a time, everyone in the entire primordial dimension was in danger, especially the race where his nine sons were married.

In the end, the Death Scythe clan launched a general attack. The other fierce beast races suffered countless casualties and were almost extinct. Led by the nine eldest sons, they all ran to the Zixiao Immortal Palace to take refuge. With the help of the super defense of the Zixiao Immortal Palace, they avoided this catastrophe .

Ross didn't want to let them in at first, but Ling Nian couldn't help it. As soon as the gate opened, the only remaining strongmen of the nine races entered Zixiao Immortal Palace.

"But... what does this have to do with the fire everywhere?"

After listening for a long time, Yang Shou couldn't help but say.

Rose stretched out his hand and unconsciously performed witchcraft, and cut off a small branch of Jianmu, and when he mentioned this, he was full of snot and tears.

"Nine evil sons of mine, even after fleeing to my house, they continued to rebel and let their daughters-in-law practice transformation. They actually... took my treasure of enlightenment and went out to provoke the Death Scythe clan."

The treasure of enlightenment?

Yang Shou raised his eyebrows. At this time, Ross is already a half-step god, and he has already realized his own way, and his treasure of enlightenment...is a giant formation map, which is the most precious treasure of the way.

This giant formation map has various practical functions. Of course, the most powerful are the various evasion methods for concealing the breath and the various defensive formations. Each of them has spent Rose's life-long research and effort, which is enough to keep them. Crossing the army of the Sickle tribe, stabbing and killing the leader of the Sickle tribe, that is, the patriarch.

The original plan was perfect. The nine sons personally took action, took the treasure of enlightenment, provoked the Death Scythe clan, and assassinated the leader, but... no one thought that the leader of the Death Scythe clan was so perverted, even if they had Ross's treasure of enlightenment, Still only being hammered.

At a critical moment, Ling Nian appeared, but she couldn't defeat the patriarch of the Death Scythe clan. Seeing that his son and wife were about to be beaten to death, Ross, no matter how stubborn he was, couldn't stand it anymore. He stepped out of Zixiao Palace and attacked brazenly.

"But... You have talked so much about your wife and children. What does it have to do with setting fire in my head?"

After listening to the story for a long time, Yang Shou still couldn't hold back and asked again.

This Ross seems to have been missing the point.

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