Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

Divine brilliance! Divine brilliance soaring into the sky!

Unlike the last time he entered the Shuidou Pavilion, this time, there were densely packed divine objects, and the grade was particularly high.

Every immortal grass was a material for refining elixirs, and every piece of natural treasure was a material for refining acquired spiritual treasures.

Fang Yang looked around and saw many innate spiritual objects that could enhance mana and improve qualifications.

"You are so brave, put down the treasures quickly!"

At this time, Yao Shaosi's voice came from behind.

Fang Yang stretched out his hand and swept, and the magic power swept over, and all the natural treasures swept into the natal cave.

Then, he threw out the Poison King Tower and blocked the door. Because he sensed that the Hundred Poison Whip had completely fallen into a disadvantage.

The Hundred Poison Whip was only a mid-grade acquired spiritual treasure, while the Dragon Binding Rope was a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure. The gap between the two was too big.

If the one using the Dragon Binding Rope was not a Golden Immortal, who could not bring out the true mystery of the Dragon Binding Rope, the Hundred Poison Whip would not even last for a while.

Boom!

Fang Yang had just blocked the door with the Poison King Tower when a terrifying bombardment sounded outside.

"Hurry up!"

This time, Fang Yang no longer looked at what he was collecting. As long as it was an item in the Water Dou Palace, he would collect it all.

The speed of the Golden Immortal was so fast that he circled a space of a thousand miles in a moment.

In this short moment, the treasures in the entire space entered his natal cave.

Boom!

At this time, the Poison King Tower could no longer withstand the attack from the outside world. The light on the tower body went out, and it shrank suddenly and was shaken into the space.

Then, Fang Yang saw a figure holding two swords and killing in.

"Good thief, who are you?"

This person was Yao Shaosi.

"You came so fast! The best strategy is to run away. I will leave first! Fighting with these people, I will suffer no matter whether I win or lose."

Fang Yang thought about it and put it into action.

With a casual move, two flying swords of the best-grade immortal weapon level flew out and went straight for Yao Shaosi.

Yao Shaosi looked at the flying swords of the best-grade immortal weapon with disdain, and slashed with both swords at the same time.

Unexpectedly, just before his two swords were about to slash the flying swords of the best-grade immortal weapon, a ray of destructive light bloomed on the best-grade immortal weapon.

"Not good! He is going to self-destruct the best-grade immortal weapon!"

Yao Shaosi's scalp numbed.

The power of the self-destruction of the best-grade immortal weapon is extraordinary. Even if he is blown up, he will be seriously injured. What's more, outside the hall, there is Chen Jiugong who has not recovered his vitality.

Boom!

Two huge mushroom clouds rose inside the Shuidou Hall.

These two mushroom clouds are like two scorching suns, and anyone who gets close will be melted.

Yao Shaosi sacrificed a defensive acquired spiritual treasure, blocking in front of him, and also blocking the door of Shuidou Pavilion.

At the moment of the explosion, everyone's hearing, vision, and consciousness failed.

At the same time, a big hand broke the dome of the Shuidou Pavilion, and a white light flew out from the broken hole and soon disappeared.

When the power of the explosion of the top-grade immortal weapon subsided, Yao Shaosi looked at the Shuidou Pavilion again, where could he see Fang Yang?

"What? He actually escaped with the help of the power of the explosion!"

"This person's cultivation is not worth mentioning at all. He is definitely not my opponent in a single fight. He didn't even dare to take the magic weapon because he knew it clearly."

"All the treasures in this palace were stolen by him. It's a pity."

Yao Shaosi was very unwilling.

The west bank of the Yellow River.

Fang Yang didn't expect that he would encounter the disciples of the saints and two gods of wealth on this trip to get treasures.

"Wait, one day, I will fight you fairly."

He secretly made up his mind and encouraged himself.

It was not easy to live in fear every day, fearing to offend the great powers of heaven and earth. However, it was this feeling that spurred him on to practice non-stop.

He looked up at Feng Yi, who was still struggling in the long river of fate, and his body turned into a stream of light and disappeared by the Yellow River.

Feng Yi was on a dead end, but he had to make his own way out.

Time passed quickly, and one hundred and eighty years passed in a flash.

The blessed land of the cave was not easy to find.

Fang Yang had been to many famous mountains and rivers with his memory. Unfortunately, he had never been able to do so.

The reason why the blessed land of the cave was called the blessed land of the cave was because it was secret enough. If the blessed land of the cave had not been born or the owner of the blessed land of the cave had hidden it, no one would be able to find it.

Fortunately, during these one hundred and eighty years, he had found some of the remains of Taiyi Jinxian and Jinxian one after another, and obtained a lot of cultivation classics from them.

Not long ago, he also discovered a small world and completed a mission in the small world.

These gains more or less offset the regret of not being able to find the blessed land.

"I will look for it for another twenty years. If I can't find it after twenty years, I will go to the south and use Nanyue Hengshan as my dojo, no matter if there is a blessed land or not!"

Fang Yang was unwilling to waste time and made a decision in his heart.

If he can't find the blessed land in his lifetime, will he never practice in his lifetime?

Whether Nanyue Dongtian has not been born or has been taken away. As long as he keeps practicing and constantly improving his strength, Nanyue Dongtian will be his sooner or later.

He chose to go to Nanyue because the myth of his previous life said that there was a Zhurong Peak in Nanyue, which was the dojo of the fire god Zhurong.

The prehistoric world overlaps with the myth to some extent, so he decided to try his luck.

What if they really find a treasure related to Zhu Rong?

One of the twelve witch ancestors, a great figure in the quasi-saint realm, a drop of his blood can bring countless benefits to Fang Yang.

Twenty years passed very quickly, in the blink of an eye, whoosh, it was gone.

Fang Yang really failed to find the blessed land.

Not only that, he also encountered people from the Demon Cult.

This group of people from the Demon Cult claimed to be the Seven Star Messengers of the Demon Cult. In order to refine an acquired spiritual treasure called the Netherworld White Bone Banner, they slaughtered the creatures of ten cities in succession.

Immortals, demons, mortals, animals, they did not let go.

After they targeted Fang Yang, they chased Fang Yang for 330 billion miles until Fang Yang activated the Great Luo Divine Hand and repelled these crazy people.

That's right! Just repelled!

Fang Yang originally thought that these seven people were only Golden Immortals. After he activated the Great Luo Divine Hand, he found that these seven people were all Taiyi Golden Immortals, and they were the kind that had cultivated to the peak.

They pretended to be golden immortals to hunt Fang Yang for the fun of hunting!

After temporarily repelling this group of lunatics, Fang Yang never released the fusion with the Daluo arm. He was always on guard against the appearance of this group of lunatics.

One was running in front, and seven were chasing behind. Unknowingly, they ran across half of Jiuzhou.

"Qiyun Mountain is in front. If you have the guts, chase it and we will die together!"

Fang Yang was tired of being chased, so he changed direction and flew straight to a fairy mountain shrouded in auspicious aura.