Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

West Yujing Mountain, Fengshen Palace.

Jiang Ziya lay leisurely on the top of the mountain, the rocking chair under him swayed gently, the strong wind blew on his face, it was very comfortable.

There was no gunpowder, no war, no killing, no death here, it was very comfortable. Jiang Ziya was alone, enjoying the rare tranquility.

Although the Styx Patriarch in the prehistoric world had always wanted to kill him, the Styx Patriarch did not dare to run to Yujing Mountain!

"I can't believe that my clone can enjoy the retirement life that the original body can't enjoy in advance."

Jiang Ziya looked at the blue sky, feeling contented.

Now, he has a house and a land, and even half of Yujing Mountain is his. He is a winner in life.

Fang Yang and Yang Jiao have both cultivated great supernatural powers, but they don't enjoy it as much as Jiang Ziya.

Fang Yang has to work hard to prove the Tao Hunyuan all day long, walking on thin ice, for fear of stepping into other people's calculations and his Taoism disappearing.

Yang Jiao was even more miserable. He inherited a mess from Master Tongtian. With the Chaos Bell, he could only do it himself, steer the ship himself, and try his best to pull Jiejiao out of the vortex of failure.

"Hmm?"

Jiang Ziya closed his eyes, and a picture appeared in his mind. This was the scene of his clone being killed by the Styx Patriarch.

This clone started too late, had a short time of cultivation, and had no chances comparable to the original body and Yang Jiao. His cultivation progress was not great, and now he was only at the peak of the early stage of Quasi-Sage.

His clone was completely vulnerable in front of the Styx Patriarch and was killed in minutes.

"Why is this Styx like a mad dog, biting me all the time? Before I become a great master, I'd better not go down the mountain. But I'm practicing the art of beheading the three corpses. The apricot yellow flag has been beheaded by me. Where can I get the innate spiritual treasure to behead the corpses?"

Jiang Ziya moved his fingers, and in an instant, all the clones he left in the prehistoric world disappeared.

The Xianjiao had few innate spiritual treasures, and Jiang Ziya joined late. When it was his turn, there was only one apricot yellow flag left.

Jiang Ziya was able to break through to the quasi-saint level thanks to the apricot yellow flag. If he didn't have the apricot yellow flag, he wouldn't even have the innate spiritual treasure to chop corpses.

Drought kills, flood kills, Fang Yang has too many innate spiritual treasures to use, but Jiang Ziya is miserable, poor as hell.

Just as he thought of the word "poor", a stream of light crossed the sky and fell in front of Jiang Ziya.

This is a sound transmission talisman, unique to the disciples of the Xianjiao.

When Jiang Ziya saw the sound transmission talisman flying over, he didn't take it, but made a calculation first.

His face was uncertain after this calculation.

According to the heavenly secret, Yuxu Palace encountered a strong enemy again, and this time, the Xuanmen Elders Group did not show up.

Jiang Ziya didn't take the sound transmission talisman, but a sound came out of the sound transmission talisman.

"Brother Ziya, something is wrong. The head teacher was captured by the Styx Patriarch."

This voice belongs to Huang Long Zhenren, and the tone is very anxious.

"The head teacher was captured again?"

Jiang Ziya could not lie still anymore, and sat up in shock.

The Styx Patriarch and Yuan Shi Tianzun had no hatred. All along, it was the two saints from the West who suppressed the Styx Patriarch. The two from the West once wanted to take away the twelfth-grade karma fire red lotus to enhance the origin of the twelfth-grade merit golden lotus.

For various reasons, Tong Tian Jiaozhu helped the Styx Patriarch to block the two saints from the West, which allowed the Styx Patriarch's treasure to be preserved.

So, the Styx Patriarch did not capture Guang Chengzi for Yuan Shi Tianzun, but for Jiang Ziya.

"Ziya, the Styx Patriarch left a message, saying that if we want to save the head teacher, we need to use you in exchange."

This sentence came very late, and Huang Long Zhenren must have been struggling for a long time before saying this.

Before the Conferred God Tribulation, except for Jade Ding Zhenren, Huang Long Zhenren and other disciples of the Chan Sect did not have much contact.

During the Conferred God Tribulation, Huang Long Zhenren often took part in the battlefield in order to show himself. He was captured several times, and Jiang Ziya saved him several times.

In this way, Huang Long Zhenren and Jiang Ziya became good friends.

Therefore, Huang Long Zhenren sent out the sound transmission note to let Jiang Ziya prepare.

Hearing the news from Huang Long Zhenren, Jiang Ziya smiled, with murderous intent in his eyes.

He didn't want to touch the Styx Patriarch, but the Styx Patriarch was too bullying, to the point that he could not turn a blind eye.

Jiang Ziya stood up from the rocking chair and shot a sound transmission note in the east in front of him.

Whoosh!

The sound transmission note pierced through the void like a flying sword and quickly reached a distant and unknown place.

"Master, we are just casual cultivators, and our background is far inferior to that of innate creatures. Are we also qualified to climb the path of Daluo?"

"Heaven and earth are not kind, and treat all things as straw dogs. Although you are casual cultivators, you are also creatures under the way of heaven. All creatures have the opportunity to transcend."

"Really? Do we have a chance?"

"Of course there is. I will tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a civet cat in Taihang Mountain. It practiced hard for 250 years before it transformed."

"As long as you have hope in your heart and have confidence in yourself, you will have the opportunity to transcend. Immortals have a long lifespan. Even if you make a little progress every day, countless years of accumulation will make your foundation become profound."

In a small market on the shore of the East China Sea, Yang Jiao, Chen Jiugong, and Yao Shaosi transformed into three ordinary Taoists and told various truths to casual cultivators.

When Yang Jiao preached, he never said the kind of nonsense that asked people to "intercept a ray of hope." Even ants try to survive. When facing death, anyone who has a desire to survive will try to seize a glimmer of hope.

His preaching is mainly to give people spiritual chicken soup.

Whether chicken soup is useful or not, a positive attitude is always better than a negative one.

After preaching for these years, the name of Wanxianjiao has gradually spread among the casual cultivators.

Yang Jiao really didn't dare to use the name "Jiejiao". Every time he introduced himself and said that he was from Jiejiao, the immortals around him would lower their heads in fear, and some even knelt down and begged him for mercy.

As the leader of Jiejiao, he couldn't preach at all. In desperation, he had to put on the vest of "Leader of Wanxianjiao" and preach with the vest.

After the sermon, the casual cultivators dispersed, and Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi looked excited.

"Brother, why did you come in person to preach this time?"

Now, Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi are no longer the little people they used to be. After they came out of retreat, they successfully passed the catastrophe of Daluo and achieved Daluo.

As for the Lihua Fairy and Mulan Fairy, they failed as soon as they tried to cross the calamity, just like Huanglong Zhenren. Yang Jiao had to take action every time to rescue them from the long river of fate.

After Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi achieved enlightenment, they believed in Yang Jiao even more.

If Yang Jiao had not led them to preach and let them have a thorough understanding of the ray of hope, they would not have been able to achieve the Daluo so quickly.

You know, in the Chan Sect and the Western Sect, there is no second-generation disciple who achieved the Daluo.

"Brother, I came here this time to see the results of your preaching. You have done a good job. The doctrines of my Jie Sect are spread along the coastline for thousands of miles."

Yang Jiao praised.

Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi smiled and wanted to say something, but they saw a sound transmission note flying over.

"Senior Brother!"

Yang Jiao nodded, and with a big hand, the sound transmission note fell into his palm.