Behind the mist-shrouded Zixiao Palace, many monks on the Fenbao Rock got the treasures and flew out one after another with great joy.
Seeing that the treasures were almost divided and the monks had returned, Hongjun waved his hand and put away the treasure rock.
Many monks quickly thanked them: "Thank you saint for giving me this treasure."
If we talk about the prehistoric era, when were there the most treasures? It was undoubtedly the time when the world was first opened and the prehistoric era was established.
Later, it was scraped and squeezed by the three clans of dragon, phoenix and unicorn, and the world was wiped out by the blood of Luo, and countless treasures were collected.
But the strange thing is that after the war between the three tribes, the treasures of the three tribes, except for the treasure house of the Phoenix tribe, which has not yet appeared, and the treasure house of the two tribes of Qilin and Dragon, there are very few treasures left.
Even if it was dark and dark, the Dragon Clan's treasure house should still be there, but the Dragon Clan's treasure house is empty, and the same is true for the Qilin Clan.
Even after the witch Jiang Ruoxi wiped out the world with blood, the demon sect's dojo was in a mess.
The whereabouts of many ancient treasures have gone is still a mystery.
Even for Hongjun, many opportunities that belonged to him have disappeared.
This time Hongjun divided the treasures. To be honest, there were very few spiritual treasures. Most of them were acquired treasures and acquired spiritual treasures.
As for the innate treasures, there were four or five of them, and they were taken away by Sanqing, Nuwa and others. Although everyone was happy to share the treasures, they were also a little disappointed.
Not as good as expected...
Watching everyone leaving one after another, there was an unfinished look on their faces.
Even Hongjun couldn't help but blush, but he didn't say anything. He didn't even have many magic weapons in his hand. Even the jade plate of creation was borrowed by Taoist Qinglian and has not been returned yet.
"Let's go, fellow Taoist Hongjun." Yin Yang glanced at the crowd that was dispersing, smiled, and flew towards the west without thinking about himself.
Qiankun followed closely, and began to imagine the scene of avenging shame, and the expression on Qinglian Taoist's face when the three saints came to Qinglian Daotai Mountain.
Hongjun could only follow these two people and head towards the west.
After the three people became saints, their speed could be said to be thousands of miles in an instant, and they arrived in the West in just a short cup of tea.
Traveling through space is just a matter of thought.
"Here we are! Qinglian Daotai Mountain!" Yin Yang's smile became brighter and brighter. He stood with his hands behind his back and straightened his clothes.
Then he coughed a few times, cleared his throat, forced out a false smile, and then stood with his hands behind his back.
In my memory, that man looked like this when he dominated the Great Desolate World, as if he didn't care about anything, and with every move he made, Luo and the others were all about to be defeated and flee.
Now, he is like this, standing with his hands behind his back, his black and white clothes blowing in the wind, matching the aura of a saint.
Yin Yang thought to himself, he should be very majestic now, right?
Hahaha!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.
Walking up step by step towards Qinglian Daotai Mountain.
He didn't fly because there was no such feeling when flying.
He just wants to be like Qinglian Taoist, step by step, break through all the great formations, and step by step gain the aura that dominates all living beings.
Qiankun followed behind, also showing a smile, and couldn't help but murmur to himself: "Don't tell me, walking like this, there is really a special feeling, as if...how to say..."
He pinched his chin, pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said, "It seems...that my whole person's temperament has been improved a lot."
"Hahaha……"
Yin Yang and Qian Kun looked at each other and smiled.
Sainthood, what a wonderful thing. Now they are the three saints in the world, no one can match them, right?
The surrounding vegetation, dust and mud were knocked upside down by the saint's breath as they moved around, and the magic circle on Daotai Mountain.
Also in their trampling, one was broken with each step, and the other was broken with each step. The sound of banging was endless and surrounded in the sky.
All the obstacles were destroyed just by raising their hands!
Right now Taoist Qinglian should be shivering in the palace, right?
I asked him if he was afraid of the breath of the three saints?
Cool!
This feeling is so good!
As the pace of the three of them became faster and faster, the surrounding formations became more and more brutal.
Mud flow rolled down the surrounding hillsides, the vegetation was broken, and the space trembled...
All the momentum is displayed vividly, just like the return of the emperor.
How dazzling!
"Here we come, the top of the mountain is right in front of us. I can't wait to see Taoist Qinglian's expression."
"Hahaha! In the past, we were all powerful, but today we can only watch and wait, suppressing the great wilderness! It's interesting, it's really interesting..."
Under their momentum, sand and rocks flew, the situation changed, and the momentum became more and more majestic.
And in the main hall on the top of the mountain, there are still arrays of Tao sounds and mysterious laws, constantly dancing back and forth!
The three of them finally broke through the last layer of formation and stepped onto the top of... Qinglian Daotai Mountain!
Standing in this huge dojo, looking out at the statue of Taoist Qinglian in front of me!
"I...Yin Yang Saint, I heard that fellow Taoist Qinglian was preaching here, and I came here to ask for advice!"
"I... Taoist Qiankun, I haven't seen your Taoist friend for a long time, so I came here to see you!"
Only Hongjun smiled bitterly. What these two people did was a bit too much.
As the breath of the two erupted, they set foot on this dojo.
The voice of the sermon in the palace was even more mute.
Yin Yang and Qian Kun thought their aura had intimidated Wang Shuo and burst out laughing again.
Then he quickly walked towards the palace...
One hundred steps, eighty steps, sixty steps, twenty steps...
Ten steps!
Right before your eyes, Taoist Qinglian's expression must be wonderful, right?
Their faces almost turned into wrinkled chrysanthemums from laughter...
coming!
Finally... their feet had already touched the steps of the palace. They only needed the last step to reach the door and see Taoist Qinglian's face!
The moment the two of them stepped towards the door and smiled.
Throughout the palace, waves of aura rising into the sky kept erupting!
"Ah~ I can't suppress it anymore, Dao Ancestor, I am ashamed of your teachings!"
Boom~
A breath began to crazily fear eruption, and from Taiyi Golden Immortal, it kept sprinting and breaking through...
Passed through Daluo and entered Quasi-Sage.
but……
It hasn’t stopped yet, it’s still rising!
breath……
Like the surging waves, there are more and more horrors!
Early stage, middle stage, late stage, peak stage of quasi-sage...
"I want to behead the corpse!"
The sound sounded here and turned into a volcanic eruption of air, which suddenly cut down.
With a bang, the world shook!
The person who shouted was actually beheaded?
From Taiyi Golden Immortal, he crossed over to Daluo, Quasi-Sage, and directly...beheaded the corpse?
Hiss~
Yin Yang and Qian Kun were both stunned on the spot.
Who is it that has such terrifying qualifications? I’m afraid if it continues like this, it won’t be long before he becomes a saint.
There are probably not many people with this kind of qualifications in the world. Why do you come here to listen to a lecture with this kind of qualifications? Shouldn't you be going to the saint's palace?