The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

Facts speak louder than words.

The end result was beyond anyone's imagination.

Yuanshi Tianzun vaguely knew that this fruit must have been given to Qingniu by Yang Li, and Yang Li should be behind everything before.

But now, he really didn't want to say it.

Yang Li's existence is a secret, so far, no other saint knows the clue.

Moreover, the fact that Huangzhong pears can be grown in batches cannot be exposed.

As the owner of the Huangzhong pear tree, Yuanshi Tianzun has studied it for many years, and he has long thought of a way to use the innate spiritual fruit to gather the primordial spiritual energy and push back the root of the Dao.

This is related to the secret of the detached sage, and there must be no clues revealed.

Otherwise, not to mention Hongjun Daozu who is high and high, even his two senior brothers would not want him to go further.

It is enough for a saint to be respected, and there is no need for another Daoist on top of his head.

"Yuanshi, Huang Zhongli, do you want to defend yourself?"

Nu Wa stared at Yuan Shi and understood a lot.

Yuan Shi snorted coldly, but didn't open his mouth, acting like I don't know anything, just let you guess.

Lao Tzu sighed and said nothing more.

I am really tired today, the scene where the mount is bought by the brothers is too shocking.

"Forget it, let's go, Nuwa, I will make up for the previous misunderstanding in the future."

After Lao Tzu finished speaking, he was about to leave, but he glanced at Qingniu, waved his sleeves, and disappeared into Zixiao Palace together with him.

Nuwa knew that Lao Tzu was the one who took the blame, so she no longer hated Lao Tzu, nodded at each other, took a deep look at Yuanshi Tianzun, and fled away.

She finally knew that Laozi and Tongtian were just victims of Yuanshi Tianzun's plan, just to create a gap between the human race and these two saints.

No wonder Yuanshi Tianzun didn't say a word during the previous argument.

If Yuanshi knew this idea, he would have to jump up and ask back: "Didn't I never say a word every time I have a party in Zixiao Palace?"

But unfortunately, Nu Wa didn't bother to ask, and Yuan Shi didn't have the intention to explain.

All are clouds.

After pushing back the root of the Dao, detached from the sage, detached from Hongjun, that is the most important thing.

Tong Tian didn't smile, didn't talk to anyone, and left alone.

Jieyin and Zhunti looked at each other, and there was a tacit understanding. After saying goodbye to Daozu and Yuanshi, they flew to the west.

Leaving Zixiao Palace, the smiles on the faces of the two saints could no longer be held back.

The internal strife among the eastern sages is the time for the rise of the second sages of the west, so we have to go back and prepare well.

Zhunti suddenly remembered, and said to Jieyin: "It's time for the matter of the Netherworld, please come later, fellow Taoist."

"That's natural." Jieyin showed compassion, "The Asura clan has killed too many evils. I, the Western Cult, can't just sit idly by. I will go to the sea of ​​blood, and strive to convert tens of thousands of Asuras into Western Cultists. Thousands of Dharma protectors, especially the Demon Patriarch Minghe, treat me as the Nirvana Buddha for the Western religion."

The two saints looked at each other and smiled, both proud.

When the sage was planning, in the endlessly distant world of the nether world, Patriarch Styx suddenly felt uneasy, feeling that there would be a big change, but he couldn't understand how to calculate it.

Now he has basically recovered the original boundless sea of ​​blood, and he has become proficient in the digging shovel gifted by Yang Li, which is the time when he is full of confidence.

Realizing that there was some terrible existence thinking about him, Minghe sneered and said to himself: "Who is so courageous? Hehe, quasi-sages come here to deliver food, and they are saints. I rely on the entire underworld There is no need to be afraid of the sea of ​​blood."

"Besides, I still have a godfather."

"Anyone who dares to trouble me, I will ask my godfather to clean them up!"

"Humph!"

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"Why not yet?"

Looking at the boundless mountains, Yang Li felt a little worried.

It should be in this direction, why haven't I seen the gathering place of the Wu clan yet?

Wrong way?
Floating in the air, looking around, the place where Yang Li was at this time was in the depths of endless mountains, with countless peaks towering into the clouds, very steep.

When Yang Li stepped on the Kunpeng to fly, he had to go around a bit, otherwise he would easily bump into the top of the mountain.

To say that this mountain is outrageous, Yang Li looked at his feet and saw a sea of ​​floating clouds. When he broke through the clouds and looked at the ground, he could see that the altitude of the flight was already 8000-[-] meters, but flying in the sky, it was still The peaks of these peaks cannot be seen.

Simply appalling.

"Forget it, keep a low profile. There may be some big monster in this kind of mountain range, so be careful."

Feeling that the residence of the Wu tribe should be in this mountain range, Yang Li was not in a hurry, he fell to the ground, and was going to rest and look for it later.

Tired or not, the main thing is to eat.

In Qingshuiyuan before, Qingsi had a good meal and set off without eating anything, but Qingsi ran away halfway.

Yang Li was so angry that he just wanted to go back to the grassland and eat roast beef.

But think about it.

There is no pressure to eat ordinary cows, but it is really unacceptable to talk.

During the slaughter, they probably begged for mercy and cried bitterly, and they might even say something like "there is an [-]-year-old cow on the top, and an [-]-year-old cow on the bottom".

Can't do it.

The animals on this mountain shouldn't be able to speak, right?

Such a big prehistoric place would not be full of monsters.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Yang Li's face.

Pheasant, wild deer, here I come.

Looking at the rugged mountain road in the distance, Yang Li looked excited, ready to search for it.

But it was such a coincidence that when he stopped to rest, things turned around instead.

"Boom boom boom!"

The ground trembled, and the tiny stones flew high and rolled indiscriminately.

The branches and leaves of the bushes trembled wildly.

On the cliff, the soil collapsed and dust was flying.

Yang Li was stunned for a moment, and saw a person coming out from the corner.

This corner is a hill more than [-] meters high, and the person who came out from behind the hill is a giant who is only half a head lower than the hill.

Yang Li looked at it suddenly, and suddenly felt like a mortal saw Ultraman.

Altman is not so tall!

"Don't be kidding, I'm not Dagu."

Yang Li swallowed, trying to find a tree pit to hide.

It is true that it is Jinxian, but if you want to change your mentality, it is not an easy task.

These hundreds of meters tall giants can crush a group of people to death if a fingernail falls off.

Looks too intimidating.

Not far away was a rock three or four meters high. Yang Li saw it, and ran over quickly, hiding under the rock, but when he looked back, he saw that dead fat bird of Kunpeng foolishly staying where it was, and Yang Li was so angry that he picked it up. He got up and threw a stone on Kunpeng's forehead.

Kunpeng was still looking at the giant not far away with great interest. Of course he knew that this was the witch clan who opened the sky and the earth, as if he was going to do something.

This level of witch clan, one counts as one, they are all ants, and his demon master doesn't care.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, he felt a sharp pain in his head, and when his eyes went dark, he passed out. His fat body hit the ground with a thud, and the sound was not low, which was alarming the Wu clan in the distance to look this way.

Yang Li was stunned and couldn't help yelling:
"Smelly fat chicken, is it made of tofu? I fainted after I smashed it lightly?"

"fragile!"