Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

When Fang Yang was refining the Demon Summoning Banner, the war between the two worlds was also in full swing.

Inside the martial arts world, the Holy Fire of Wusheng was burning more and more vigorously.

With Hongxuan Tianzun in charge, no external force could stop the pace of Wusheng Sect's preaching. The belief of Wusheng Sect swept the world with the momentum of raging fire, and temples and altars were built one after another.

Wherever the Holy Fire of Wusheng was burning, calling the name of the leader of Wusheng Sect would be blessed and peaceful.

Later, Wusheng Sect organized forces in the rear of the martial arts world and began to purge the forces in the rear.

On the front battlefield, under the deliberate release of the nine immortal emperors, the Daluo masters of the Destiny World gritted their teeth and persisted. In the fight at the lower level, the Destiny World won completely.

Fang Yang gathered two groups of independent cultivators, and then subdued many masters of Wenxiang Sect and Hongxuan Sect. At the level of Golden Immortal and Taiyi Golden Immortal, Wusheng Sect has a great advantage.

On the battlefield, Wusheng Sect used many strange and bizarre divine symbols, divine thunder, and divine armor. Once launched, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and dense thunder and fire swept the whole field. The cultivators of the martial arts world could only suffer defeat.

The most significant is the contest between the two worlds' long rivers of destiny.

The long river of destiny in the world of destiny evolved from Fang Yang's destiny avenue, while the long river of destiny in the world of martial arts evolved by itself.

The two long rivers crossed the sky, covering the void of billions of miles, and the infinite power of destiny was stimulated. The torrent of destiny rushed and surged, and the huge waves were surging. Countless creatures fought in the huge waves. Every moment, the boundless void was destroyed by the power of the long river of destiny.

At the end of the battle, the Destiny River of the Destiny World directly swallowed up the Destiny River of the Martial Arts World. The two rivers merged together to form a wider and more magnificent Destiny River.

In this newly born Destiny River, the cultures, thoughts, and principles of the two worlds collided and conflicted fiercely.

All this means that the Destiny World swallowing up the Martial Arts World is on the right track.

In the Vacuum Hall, Fang Yang and the Holy Heart Taoist Lord joined forces to refine the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts. In the hall, Fang Yang had already arranged the time array, and time passed quickly.

Fang Yang refined his own weapons and did not like to spend time slowly.

In fifty years, the immortals of the prehistoric world took a nap, but the Wusheng Sect had already occupied the Martial Arts World, began to calm people's hearts, and promoted the teachings of the Wusheng Sect.

After this wave of preaching, Fang Yang felt that his realm had been slightly improved. Don't look at it as just a little bit, this little bit of improvement is equal to the full strength of a Taoist master.

"We have taken over another big world, and the foundation of our Wusheng Sect has increased again. You and I have a better chance of achieving the Hunyuan Dao!"

The Holy Heart Taoist was full of joy.

As the second leader of the Wusheng Sect, he also received a lot of feedback. Although his increased strength did not reach the power of a lamp, it reached one-tenth of the strength of the Burning Lamp Taoist.

Such an improvement was brought by taking over the martial arts world.

That's it, it's just taken. When the Wusheng Sect completely digests the results of the battle, his strength will continue to increase.

Fang Yang was happy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He shook his head.

"It's still too early to achieve the Hunyuan Dao. I have only cultivated five avenues now, and the hatred avenue is not among the eighty-one avenues. If I want to achieve the Hunyuan Dao, I must cultivate all ninety-nine eighty-one avenues."

He knew clearly how far he was from the final goal, and the little achievement at present could not make him feel complacent.

Suddenly, something strange happened in the void, and a fierce, cruel, and tyrannical aura burst out, accompanied by waves of ghosts and wolves howling.

"Finally refined it!"

Fang Yang was overjoyed when he saw this. He slapped the air, and the Chiyang Immortal Furnace opened, and a group of things wrapped in black magic flew out.

In the time array, the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts had been forged for more than 700,000 years.

After 700,000 years, the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts was no longer a scroll, but a demon banner with a sinister and terrifying demonic aura.

For people with low Taoism, even if they just saw the demon banner, their soul would be forced to leave their body and enter the demon banner.

The Demon Summoning Banner is worthy of its name.

The most powerful thing about the Demon Summoning Banner is not the shell of this magic weapon, but the spirit at the core.

Inside the magic weapon, with the cooperation of Taiwu Tianzun himself, a spirit with the realm of Hunyuan Jinxian was successfully born.

This artifact spirit has a ferocious head, a red face and fangs, holds a leg bone cane in his hand, and wears a black cloak full of skulls. He has a cold breath and is obviously an evil demon.

The most important thing in refining an acquired treasure is to refine an artifact spirit for the treasure, and the artifact spirit must be at least a Daluo Jinxian.

The biggest difference between the best acquired spiritual treasure and the acquired treasure is that the acquired treasure has an innate immortal true spirit. With the innate immortal true spirit, the acquired treasure can also practice with the master to a certain extent and have the characteristics of self-healing.

The artifact spirit stepped on the black smoke and walked out of the demon-summoning banner and bowed to Fang Yang.

"Meet the master!"

The artifact spirit looked at Fang Yang with a complicated look, with hatred, anger, and helplessness. Taiwu Tianzun has regained his consciousness, but as an artifact spirit, he can't resist Fang Yang at all.

Fang Yang is his master, and his palm hitting Fang Yang will not have any effect except for causing himself to suffer backlash.

"Very good! Taiwu, from now on, you can stay in the Demon Summoning Banner with peace of mind."

Fang Yang smiled faintly.

"Yes, Master!"

Taiwu Tianzun was obviously very reluctant, but when he opened his mouth, he became extremely respectful. Not only that, he couldn't help it. He bowed to Fang Yang, and then turned into a ball of black smoke and returned to the magic summoning flag.

Taoist Sacred Heart looked at this scene with a calm expression and didn't feel much.

In the eighteenth level of hell, he invented many punishments, such as coating the limbs of ghosts in flour, frying them into crispy fried meat, and then feeding them to the ghosts.

Therefore, he would not think Fang Yang was cruel.

"Congratulations, senior brother, for practicing the ultimate treasure!"

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

Fang Yang felt very accomplished after refining an acquired treasure with his own hands. He responded to the Sacred Heart Dao Lord and took out the sealed Nightmare Demon Lord.

"Fang Yang, you."

When the Nightmare Demon Lord saw Fang Yang, he immediately wanted to curse. However, as soon as Fang Yang waved the demon flag, the Nightmare Lord felt a stinging pain in his soul and fell asleep.

"sharp!"

Seeing the magical effect of the magic flag, Taoist Sacred Heart's eyes lit up.

However, the magic flag is not a sleep aid, but a magic weapon.

Uh-huh!

The demon-beckoning flag waved for the second time, and an innate immortal true spirit broke through the body of the Nightmare Demon Lord and penetrated into the demon-beckoning flag.

Uh-huh!

The magic-calling flag was shaken for the third time, and the innate immortal true spirit circled several times in the magic-calling flag. The spiritual light swayed, and a brand flew into the hand of the weapon spirit.

The innate immortal true spirit that left the mark circled again, flew out of the demon summoning flag, and returned to the body of the Nightmare Demon Lord.

The whole process is simple and crude, leaving no room for the Nightmare Lord to resist!