Yang Sanyang turned to Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai and beat up the Demon Ancestor. He immediately made Yang Sanyang feel relieved and controlled the flowing light to pass through the desolate desert. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Now the entire Great Wilderness is empty, with white bones everywhere, and the demonic aura that soars into the sky in the past cannot be seen at all.

In the Great Wilderness World, after a major reshuffle, all the cultivators who had cultivated into the three disasters or were quasi-three disasters died.

Billions of years of fortune have been consumed in the great disaster of heaven and earth!

Yang Sanyang's eyes were filled with emotion, and he raised his head to look at the distant sky. Wherever he passed, there was occasionally a little demon who had just transformed. He looked at the light from the sky with fear, and his whole body shrank in.

"I didn't expect that I can be considered a big boss in the Great Wilderness now!" Yang Sanyang sighed, too lazy to continue wandering. Now that the Great Wilderness returns to the pre-liberation period, there is nothing worth looking at!

The mountain gate is in sight. Even if the catastrophe of the Great Wilderness is rolled up, there is a powerful Taiyi realm guarding the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, and it is still safe and sound, without any impact on the war.

In addition, this place is the hinterland of the gods, and the disasters of the Demon Ancestor cannot affect this place.

With a wave of his sleeve, the dizzy dragon-bearded tiger was thrown by him at the mountain gate. Yang Sanyang walked quickly into the mountain alone, and then came to Yujing Mountain, and couldn't help but pause.

At the foot of Yujing Mountain stands a stone tablet with the supreme Buddhist scripture "Amitabha Sutra".

At this time, a young and thin figure fell down in front of the stone tablet, silently chanting Buddhist scriptures and praying constantly.

Amitabha’s Dharma was in response, and a word came into his heart: “The saint is above, and my disciple Wa bows his head, hoping that the saint can bless my senior brother to come back safely. The disciple will definitely promote faith for the saint in the future and educate all living beings. I hope that the Buddha can bless my senior brother to come back safely…”

A slight sound rang out, and Yang Sanyang suddenly realized it. He unexpectedly had been through three thousand years of great disasters in the gods and demons!

Three thousand years pass by in the blink of an eye, and the passage of time cannot be noticed between life and death on the battlefield. But for those who are waiting, life is like years!

During the three thousand years of life and death, for some reason, Yang Sanyang's heart suddenly became quiet.

In an instant, he fell into silence. He seemed to feel the warmth of home again and saw the familiar figure in the hazy haze again!

The name hidden deepest in my heart: Yes!

He gave a name like a teasing, with a bit of mockery, and the name deeply hurt his heart!

After three thousand years, the head of the radish is still the head of the radish and does not grow up at all.

This is a common problem of congenital races. The long life span is naturally extremely long. As the innate creatures grow, their strength will gradually increase.

However, the growth cycle is too long, so most innate creatures choose to practice acquired magic and cultivate acquired magic powers to enhance their strength.

The Great Wilderness is too dangerous. If you want to survive the long years, you may have already fallen before you grow up.

Yang Sanyang stared at the young figure in a daze. Through Amitabha's sense, he naturally knew that the figure had kneeled in front of the statue and recited Buddhist scriptures silently for three thousand years.

Slowly walking forward, Yang Sanyang bent down and patted the back of the head of the little radish head. The little radish head instantly turned around like a little leopard, "Who dares to hit me in the head... Senior brother... You are finally back! You are finally back!"

Wa stopped her movements, and she burst into tears like rain, and she suddenly rushed into his arms.

Yang Sanyang sighed, in this vast wilderness, several people depend on each other for their own lives. Although they have different races and bloodlines,... they are better than brothers and sisters!

Yang Sanyang really regarded her as his own sister and an indispensable existence in life.

"Okay, stop crying, am I back now?" Yang Sanyang hugged Wa in his arms and touched the corners of the other person's head.

"You also said that the great catastrophe of gods and demons has been three thousand years. As soon as I closed my eyes, I couldn't help but appear in my mind that your soul was beaten to death and never be reborn forever. I woke me up from my own realm! Fortunately, you are back after all!" Wa's eyes were red and swollen, and she said with sobs.

Not far away, the dragon beard and tiger and the Styx came running happily. Looking at Wa who was pounced on Yang Sanyang's arms, she couldn't help but make fun of her: "Hahaha, how old is, she is still so shameless!"

"Oh, you big tiger, you dare to laugh at me. Look at my aunt, I won't teach you a lesson!" Wa's face stood up from Yang Sanyang's arms with a red face and hit the dragon beard tiger.

Styx held the two swords in his arms, held them tightly, and his eyes were full of intoxication. The dragon and bearded tiger avoided Wa's capture and staggered. At this time, he woke up and came to Yang Sanyang: "Senior brother, is the great catastrophe of gods and demons over?"

Yang Sanyang nodded.

"Who won?" Styx widened his eyes and showed a hint of curiosity.

"No one won! I made a wedding dress for others!" Yang Sanyang looked at the dragon beard and tiger rolling all over the ground begging for mercy, and turned around and walked towards the palace in the mountains.

Bai Ze was lying on the rocking chair and drying his belly. Fuxi was flatteringly kneading Bai Ze's thighs. From time to time, he took the opportunity to pull off a tuft of hair from Bai Ze's thighs and hid it quietly in his arms.

Sensing Yang Sanyang's aura, the two turned around and looked at the door.

"You two are comfortable!" Yang Sanyang said angrily.

After hearing Yang Sanyang's words, Bai Ze turned over and fell to the ground from the rocking chair, looking up and down at Yang Sanyang in surprise: "You kid, it's different from before."

"Is that true? I feel so too!" Yang Sanyang walked forward with a smile and lay on the rocking chair.

These two guys are proficient in innate magical techniques, and are unparalleled in easy calculations, so they have no worries about their own safety.

"Who won?" Bai Ze said curiously: "The war was fierce before, and blood rain from the sky was pouring, and the holy Taoist qi swept across the great desert, which was such a big formation."

Yang Sanyang pointed to his thighs, and Bai Ze had no choice but to stretch out his claws to help him hold them.

Yang Sanyang didn't care and told him about the great disaster of gods and demons.

"What?" Bai Ze stopped in horror: "Has the Demon Ancestor actually become a semi-saint? He is still sealed?"

"What's so surprising? I haven't seen you as surprised as before when the God Emperor fell!" Yang Sanyang opened his eyes and looked at Bai Ze with a surprised expression.

"What do you know! As I expected the death of the God Emperor, I naturally had nothing to be surprised about, otherwise I wouldn't have to hide behind to watch the show. But I didn't expect that the Demon Ancestor would survive. Not only did he survive, but he also lived very well!" Bai Ze grabbed his chin: "The Third Ancestor of Dragon, Phoenix and Kirin has achieved great momentum, and the future of the Great Wilderness will be in a bloody storm."

"It seems something is wrong. The gods are in a worrying situation!" Bai Ze stood up and stopped rubbing Yang Sanyang's legs. Instead, he looked up at the sky, and a look of worry appeared in his eyes.

The next second, when Styx came in, Bai Ze's eyes lit up and he saw the two swords in Styx's arms: "Good treasure!"

A steed forward and came to the Styx. He wanted to hold the treasure in his hand, but the Styx opened his claws and looked at him vigilantly: "Old ancestor, this treasure is the treasure I place in my Dharma image. You can't think about it."

Bai Ze smiled embarrassedly when he heard this: "How can you do it? How can you do it? I just want to see it! Don't be so stingy."

The Styx looked at Bai Ze like a thief: "When I submit my Dharma image, I will show you the treasure. By the way, my senior brother successfully submits my Dharma image, and the treasure has been derived from the divine forbidden, which is much better than my two swords."

"Divine Forbidden---" Bai Ze exclaimed, turned around suddenly, staring at him with green eyes.

"Don't even think about it!" Yang Sanyang said hummingly.

"Let me see, open your eyes to me! I have lived for billions of years, but I have never seen what the God-Forbidden looks like!" Bai Ze pounced on Yang Sanyang's arms and pulled his collar with a stern face.

"Yes, senior brother, please open your eyes to us. What does the innate divine forbidden look like!" Fuxi also showed a curious look.

At this time, Wa came from outside the door and looked at him eagerly.

Yang Sanyang had no choice but to take out a scroll from his sleeve and hand it to everyone: "Take it and see it, and give it back to me later!"

Bai Ze snatched the treasure, then rushed to the side, spread out the Tai Chi diagram, and looked at the mysterious and unpredictable patterns, and drooled.

Wa and others also rushed over, and Yang Sanyang shook his head. These guys were too immature.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of the ancestor's words spread to his ears: "Come to my room."

When Yang Sanyang heard this, he immediately stood up and turned into a light to the place where the ancestor preached. The boy counted the clouds in the sky bored, his eyes full of endless love. Seeing Yang Sanyang walking in, his eyes lit up: "Hey, don't you choose to eat the big pot? Are you losing again?"

"Hey, isn't this Daoguo? Are you back?"

As he spoke, he lost two teeth in one mouthful, which looked quite funny.

Yang Sanyang understood the words of the boy. He looked at the other party and grinned. His missing teeth couldn't help but thrust his face.

As if he felt Yang Sanyang's gaze, Tong'er immediately shut up, but said unwillingly: "It's too much to bully people! He doesn't feel good either!"

"Senior Brother Tonger, why bother?" Yang Sanyang shook his head: "The ancestor ordered me to go in and talk to my senior brother later."

After saying that, he walked into the backyard and saw the ancestor sitting upright under the banyan tree. The eldest brother, Dao Chuan, sat with a blue nose and a swollen face, and his whole head was swollen into a pig's head, and he could not tell what he was originally.

My eyes were swollen and my mouth was narrowed into a gap, and my mouth was two big sausages. This time I was completely distorted.

If he hadn't known his senior brother's aura, he would never have believed that the man who was as beautiful as jade before had ended up like this.

As if he felt Yang Sanyang's gaze, Dao Chuan smiled awkwardly: "That boy's poison is too powerful. For my brother's injury, I will never recover from five thousand years! I'm afraid I will have no shame to see anyone in the future!"
Chapter completed!