Chapter 140 Baili Chanting
Listening to Shishen's words, Daoist Daoist Daoist was overwhelmed with emotion, and finally had a clear understanding of the world. He always thought that the development of the prehistoric world was okay. As a Daoist ancestor, he could travel through chaos and explore new worlds after reaching level seven, but looking at it now Come……
He is still extremely weak. Perhaps the powerful creature that Shishen said can destroy the entire prehistoric world with a single thought.
Before leaving, Daozu asked one last question.
"Dare to ask Shishen, what state are you... now? Are you also manifesting the holy galaxy, crossing the endless void in a single thought?"
Yang Shou smiled indifferently, and said with emotion: "Before countless epochs, chaos was still like a chicken, a piece of nothingness, and there was no so-called division of worlds. I have already reached that state. Now... I don't know what state I am now."
As soon as this remark came out, Daozu's heart trembled. He had already infinitely overestimated Shishen, but now it seems...
He still far underestimated Shishen. Just imagine, being able to travel through chaos at will and evolve creatures. With all these methods, I'm afraid... Seventh, eighth, ninth, or even tenth level is hard to describe the realm of Shishen.
Suddenly, he recalled what Shishen said just now, countless epochs ago, chaos was like a chicken, which means that there are no heavens and myriad worlds yet?
Could it be...
Hong Huang left with a huge shock, feeling even more incredible about Shishen's magnificence, indescribable and indescribable.
After returning to the island of life, he followed the command of killing the gods, and passed down the decree to the eight gods, and the whole world promoted the transformation technique.
With the impetus of Taoist Ancestor, shape-changing techniques gradually became popular in the prehistoric world. Some ferocious beasts who had reached the state of spiritual consciousness transformed into forms one after another, turning into handsome men and beautiful women. Yang Shou was pleasing to the eye.
"Finally, my eyes are no longer so hot."
Yang Shou glanced at the world, and found that many people had already taken shape, and he felt a sense of aesthetic relief.
Thinking of Ross who was still persuading his nine sons in the Primordial Space, Yang Shou suddenly felt sorry for him.
In the whole world, apart from him and Ling Nian, there are nine other sons, all of whom look like strange beasts, humans and beasts...
However, the nine sons all like the natural appearance of fierce beasts, and their aesthetic orientation has completely gone astray.
I don't know when he will be able to popularize the shape-changing technique in the primordial space.
"Creator, your mink has been bullied in the human race."
Fu Nao spoke suddenly, interrupting Yang Shou's thoughts.
Yang Shou's eyes were fixed, and following the guidance of Funao, he found the place of the human race.
In the prehistoric world, thousands of races coexisted, and the human race also evolved, but compared with the physical bodies of other races, the human race did not have an advantage, so it has never grown stronger, and has always been crowded out and suppressed by many fierce beasts.
Thousands of miles away from Fangcun Mountain, the most honorable Supreme City of the human race.
The white sable was... caught by a human monk, and he was doing street art in Fangshi.
The human monks put a rope around the ermine's neck, making it bounce around in the crowd, doing all kinds of difficult movements.
"If you have money, give it a chance. The rare spirit mink, which is rare in a thousand years, is extremely human. If you like it, I am willing to sell it. It only needs 30,000 spirit stones."
The one who tied the white ermine with a rope was a monk in the condensed core state. He held a whip in his hand, and whenever the white ermine slowed down, he would whip the whip.
The white sable seems to be imprisoned, otherwise it wouldn't be bound by a rope in the Qi training state.
Seeing the twitch of the whip and the sound of the wind, the white sable trembled, his eyes were extremely aggrieved, but he could only obey the monk's words, using his petite body to roll on the ground to show off his cuteness.
The petite and exquisite white mink, with hair as white as snow, rolled on the ground, immediately attracted everyone's attention, not long after, someone wanted to buy it.
"Thirty thousand spirit stones, I bought them."
A monk who was also in the Condensation Stage raised his hand. He was dressed gorgeously and looked very rich. He looked at the white sable and smiled.
Lingshi is a crystal formed by the condensation of aura in some places. It is the most popular currency since the practice system became popular. After more than a hundred years of development, all transactions in the prehistoric world are carried out through Lingshi.
The cultivator holding the whip's eyes lit up, nodded quickly, and laughed loudly: "This fellow Taoist has vision, you can't buy 30,000 spirit stones, you can't lose money, you can't be fooled, maybe you have the blood of ancient fierce beasts, absolutely Excellent value for money!"
He found this white mink by accident when he was hunting for treasure in the wild. He didn't seem to have any intentions, so he gave it some food, and then it followed him to the Human Race Supreme City.
There are high-level practitioners everywhere in Supreme City. More than a hundred years ago, the human royal family built this city specially to conduct transactions with various races. Here, not only humans, but all races often come here to exchange some spiritual herbs.
Originally, he only kept the white sable as a pet, but he didn't expect the white sable to look amazing, so he thought about it and planned to find a buyer on the street to sell it.
Soon, the deal was concluded, 30,000 spirit stones were sold, and then...
Under Yang Shou's surprised eyes, the rich monk who wanted to buy white sable asked his attendants to bring out three large boxes, and pointed at them in a very rich manner: "You take an inventory."
All the onlookers were accustomed to this scene, and they all looked at the monk who took out three large boxes with envious eyes.
Each box is half the height of a person, filled with spiritual stones, exuding a strong aura.
"This is different from the cultivation world I imagined..."
Yang Shou couldn't help complaining, logically speaking, isn't it a deal like taking out a storage ring or a storage bag?
What the hell is taking out a few big boxes?
But remembering that this world does not yet have the concept of storage space, Yang Shou quickly felt relieved. In this way, it will be difficult for the bosses to pretend to be aggressive in the future.
If you want to buy something, do you have to say that I will go home and pick it up, after all, who has nothing to do with walking outside with a few big boxes.
Yang Shou is not worried about the white sable at all. It travels the world and wants to give birth to wisdom. After all, it really blends into the world of mortals. As long as there is no worry about life, Yang Shou is not ready to intervene.
Want to give birth to wisdom, experience more people and things, can speed up the process.
Soon, the transaction was completed, and the rich monk took the rope, left Fangshi with the white sable, and returned to an extremely gorgeous mansion.
To be able to build a mansion in the Supreme City, there must be at least a sixth-level powerhouse in the family. The monk who brought the white sable back to the mansion is named Li Song, and he is a direct heir of a second-rate family in the Supreme City.
In the Supreme City, there is only one super power, and it is also the only super power in the entire human race, that is the royal family. No matter how many other families have six levels, they can only be second-rate, because...
Only those who have a half-step god can be promoted to a superpower, and the human race only has a half-step god.
Compared with the prehistoric races, the human race is very weak today, but fortunately, all races stand side by side, and there is no stronger race against the human race, so the human race can survive and develop.
In the palace of Supreme City.
Today's head of the royal family, Baili Hongtu, looked sullen, and was looking down at his eldest son. After the Taoist ancestor passed down the practice method, he entered the three-yuan realm within a hundred years. He has already been established as the prince, and he is the next heir.
"Baili Chanting, I will give you another chance. Do you really want to abandon the great country of our human race and trek thousands of miles to the island of life?"
A young man knelt on the ground, nodded solemnly, with an extremely firm expression.
"Our human race has been weak for a long time, and thousands of races stand side by side. If this continues, I am afraid that our human race will be helpless in the face of the crisis of extinction. The weak... have no right to survive. I must go to the island of life."
Baili Hongtu stared at him, and said with a sneer, "Baili recited his life, I have joined the Creation Sect, and I have to be instructed by the God of Creation himself. As long as I lead the human race to surrender, the God of Creation can protect our race. There is no need for you to worry about the future of the human race. Besides, I will soon go to the Good Fortune Sect to practice, and I will hand over all the affairs of the human race to you, do you really want to abandon the position of the crown prince, abandon the supremacy of the human race, travel thousands of miles, and do that whimsical thing?"
Baili Chanming silently lowered his head, shook his head and said with a sneer: "Father, do you really think that Heavenly God Good Fortune will protect our family? I have already found out that Heavenly God Good Fortune accepts you because our body is similar to Shishen and is suitable for cultivating Taoism." As disciples, otherwise the Heavenly Venerable would accept such a weak race like us?"
"Fate needs to be held in one's own hands."
Baili Chanming's words were extremely firm, and he looked straight into his father's eyes without flinching at all.
"Father, do you still remember the origin of my royal surname Baili?"
"At the beginning of ancient times, the prehistoric was extremely barren. The ancestors of our human race had a long way to go, and opened up the mountains and forests. They were physically weak and were not as good as the prehistoric tribes. However, they have developed step by step from a tribe with a radius of only a hundred miles to the present. They can become one of the ten thousand tribes today. Countless years , How many races in the prehistoric era disappeared in the long river of history, silently, only our human race survived, striving for self-improvement, and the surname Baili came from this."
"Father, do you still remember the origin of my name?"
"Recite life and recite life, the world laughs at me, saying that I recite life, the name is unknown, and who knows that what I recite is the life of the human race! The only change in ten thousand years, our human race must seize it, there is only one left in the position of Tianzun, the Daozu futon has been waiting for someone who is destined, I must try it!"
Baili Hongtu looked at him, and was speechless when he was asked. Although he surrendered to the Creation Sect, it is true that if there is no Tianzun born in the race, he can only become a vassal of other clans, or even... an accidental annihilation in the long river of history middle.
"Chan Ming, you know this road is too difficult, the Eight Great Heavenly Venerables will not let you do what you want."
In the end, Baili Hongtu's tone softened, and he pointed to the human country outside the main hall. Now it is no longer a mere hundred miles, but has already expanded thousands of times.
"I recite my life for hundreds of miles, without fear!"
Meeting Baili Hongtu's gaze, Baili Chanting said in a deep voice.
Baili Hongtu nodded silently, and was finally persuaded by him, shaking his head and sighing: "Forget it, you go, now that the Great Desolation is reshaping the pattern, our human race really needs to fight for it, and I will go to the Creation Sect to practice in three days, the throne itself I want to pass it on to you, but now it seems that I can only pass it on to your second brother."
Baili Chanming nodded and said: "Second brother Chanyun is gentle and courteous, and can be a successful king. With him, the human race will have no worries."