The war brewing at the foot of Buzhou Mountain was abolished by Hongjun's strong intervention.

After all, in addition to two formations, the two tribes also have digital quasi-saints and hundreds of Daluo Golden Immortals. If the battle begins immediately when the prehistoric world is damaged, the prehistoric world will probably be broken.

However, the two who were forced to truce are not as simple as blood feud. The luck of being cut off and the Tianjuan made the two tribes destined to unify the prehistoric world and continue the Tianjuan tribe!

However, in front of Hongjun, he did not dare to do anything wrong, so he could only gather his own formations and slowly retreated.

With a leisurely sigh, the ethereal and illusory meaning revealed Hongjun's Taoist body, and then he slowly disappeared.

The five saints and Nuwa who were closest to the nearest sensed... The teacher seemed to be integrated with the heavenly way in an instant, and it was difficult to separate each other. But after sighing, he barely separated and escaped from thirty-three days away.

They secretly recorded such strange phenomena and said they would send them to the teacher before they would disperse themselves.

Nuwa returned to her temple and saw that the Buzhou Mountain area was most affected by the disaster. The once beautiful land seemed to have turned into a Jedi.

She turned her hand and gently supported the flower of merit, opened her red lips and blew it. A golden light flashed, and the earth was filled with spring. The dry spiritual spring eyes surged out again, and greenness emerged on the scorched earth, but the charm of the former has long been washed away and no longer existed.

Seeing the place where she had been in countless years became unrecognizable, Nuwa sighed quietly, swept up her magic power and flew away from the sky. From then on, her temple became the Imperial Palace in the Nine Heavens.

.............

The incident of Mount Buzhou finally came to an end. Ye Su got three petals and carefully weighed the merits in it to the thirty flowers of merit that he had gathered.

It is indeed worthy of being the merit of the transformation of the sky. It is truly extraordinary and has offset my 300,000 years of hard practice.

The gray fog that had originally shrouded thousands of miles was slowly gathering, and even the magic power of the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm was a little difficult to support. It was all thanks to absorb some merits and directly transformed into rolling magic power to barely complete it.

The creatures who saw the sun again in the gray fog saw that the great disaster had passed, so they worshiped far away towards Wuliang Mountain.

"Xie Fengling's ancestor blesses!"

"Xie Fengling's ancestor blesses!!"

Such a sympathy between heaven and earth is a little bit of merit, but it is really rare compared to the three-petal petals. If you collect it, it will probably only be two or three small flowers of merit.

Ye Su gently flicked the purple-red gourd around his waist, and it collected the three petals that were moistened. The merits of millions of creatures worshiping and thanking were turned into drizzle by Ye Su, and they were all sprinkled in the vast mountains!

In fact, the greatest contribution is to split the treasure. I just borrowed the power of this treasure.

After taking the big head, let the baby share some soup!

As he thought so, he suddenly saw a wave of familiar light coming towards such a escape.

The Xuanhuang Light Spirit was not strong under the sensing of the divine consciousness, but Ye Su knew that it was the wave of spiritual light that Houtu used the secret technique of the witch clan to suppress him and then disguised as the Yueying Taoist.

How could an old friend not welcome him when he comes?

So although she was still in Houtu, wondering why she had just retreated and visited her, Ye Su still let her follow the gathered gray fog and enter Wuliang Mountain.

After a while, Ye Su and Houtu, who had gathered into the size of an ordinary man, walked by the lake in Wuliang Mountain.

This is a large lake opened by many water creatures who came to Wuliang Mountain to take refuge in Wuliang Mountain with all requests. It is located north of Wuliang Mountain and was named Jinghu by Ye Su.

It is located on a mountain with beautiful scenery, mountains, water and all kinds of scenery.

A gust of breeze came, and the water surface suddenly rippled with slight waves, slowly dispersing, and finally hit the cliff, making a clear sound, as if playing fairy music.

From a distance, among the waves, the scales of fish are shining with light, mostly creatures with great wisdom, floating out of the water, swallowing, spitting, and regulating breathing, and performing the skill of refining the body and transforming the body.

Occasionally, the dragon genus practices spells, swallowing clouds and fog, attracting wind and rain, but it stirs up waves a hundred feet high, like a galloping horse, and crashes into the cliff rocks by the lake with a loud bang. There are many cliff rocks and cracks, and when the force hits, it makes a sound of bells and chimes.

At this moment, it was the time when the mountains of Mu Cang were far away, and a ray of setting sun slowly fell under the horizon. Countless spirit birds flew at the junction of water and sky under the leadership of a blue black bird, rushing and flashing, and occasionally making bird songs, which came from afar, melodious and beautiful.

The spiritual energy in Wuliang Mountains is simmering and the divine clouds are everywhere, making it a blessing in the cave.

The two people walking on the shore seemed to have returned to the five hundred years of traveling together in the prehistoric world. At this moment, Houtu did not look like he was calling the witch clan innocent and determined in front of the Taoist ancestor. She tied up the hairstyle of the village girl who had first met in front of Zixiao Palace, which made the witch who made the fate of the entire witch clan return to her original cute and stupid appearance.

The two walked away speechlessly for a long time, and Houtu finally spoke: "Feng Ling, I came here this time and asked you for something!"

After saying that, she handed out a book made of animal skins, and beast souls were entangled on the book, making the contents in it is isolated from the world and cannot be seen by other powerful people.

After handing out this thing, the cute and silly Taoist Yueying disappeared again, replacing Houtu, the ancestor witch who dominated the clan!

Ye Su sighed quietly, the witch who danced for herself on a mirror-like lake finally became like an empress with the years and responsibilities.

He still took the skin from her hand, and was surprised after just taking a casual sweep.

In fact, there is no shortage of witch clans that occupy the earth with all kinds of immortal gold. They can be found as long as they are carefully mined. Only a very small number of immortal golds are produced in the heavenly court, which is the star sand of the Tianhe River recorded in the animal skin.

In the clouds of the heaven, a river of heaven is magnificent, and the starlight is the star sand of the heavenly river. I only know that this sand is hidden at the bottom of the heavenly river. There must be a grain of mother sand with essence gathering in every 10,000 jin of star sand. It has extraordinary spiritual effect. It is a rare treasure for refining immortal weapons and magical artifacts.

However, the mother sand is hidden deep at the very deep bottom of the river, and there are star sands that are several thousand feet deep buried. Moreover, the water of the heavenly river is no more than ordinary water. In the bottom layer, the sun, moon and star light have been precipitated and gathered into one yuan of heavy water. One drop can be tens of thousands of kilograms. It is difficult for the fairy to dive down, let alone drill into the star sand below and look for the mother sand.

Not only does the animal skin of Houtu require a massive amount of Tianhe Star Sand, but even the sparse Tianhe Mother Sand demand huge demands.

With such order volume, let alone the treasure house of Wuliang Mountain, I am afraid that there will not be so much inventory in the treasure house of Heaven that you can easily grab.

"It is not a temporary need, it can be divided into ten thousand years, and it can be exchanged from Wuliang Mountain to the heaven for 100,000 years."

"If it can be achieved, the Witch Clan is willing to open the treasure house of the entire clan and let you choose at will!"
Chapter completed!