Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

The Red Robe Patriarch died silently, but after his death, the spiritual energy he had absorbed for countless years returned to the world.

The Red Robe Patriarch rushed to the sky with his magic power, exploded into a ball of light rain, and returned to the earth.

Endless light rain fell from the sky. These light rains, each light point, are equivalent to the spiritual energy absorbed by a celestial being in cultivation for a hundred years.

The light rain appeared between heaven and earth, forming a sea of ​​light and a sea of ​​spiritual energy.

At this moment, all creatures within a million miles gained huge benefits.

After absorbing the spiritual energy in the light rain, the creatures that had not opened their spiritual wisdom opened their spiritual wisdom, and the creatures that opened their spiritual wisdom became immortals, and the magic power of the immortals became even stronger.

Many cultivators flew out of the cave, fighting to snatch the falling light rain.

Fang Yang stood quietly in the center of the light rain world, he looked deeply into the depths of the void, his expression complicated.

He had an indescribable feeling.

A Daluo Jinxian, who should have lived forever, died in a calamity.

He would not be so arrogant as to think that he had killed the Red Robe Ancestor. At most, he had only accelerated the process of the Red Robe Ancestor's death.

Daluo Jinxian, he couldn't kill him now.

Swish!

Fang Yang turned into a white light and left this place.

He came out this time mainly to do two things, the first was to try to get the Luobao money, and the second was to migrate the human race of the two small worlds to Hengshan Dongtian.

Therefore, his next stop was the small world near Kunshan City.

He rushed all the way, jumping through the void constantly, and only arrived at the entrance of the small world three months later.

Eighteen thousand years later, the landform near Kunshan City has undergone tremendous changes.

Liangchuan River disappeared, not only Liangchuan River, but also the mountains, plains, and forests near Liangchuan River.

It seems that there was a great battle here, and the land within a radius of ten thousand miles was sunken, and there was scorched earth everywhere, and there was no grass on the ground, which was extremely desolate.

A gust of wind blew, rolling up the dust all over the sky, and the sky suddenly turned dim yellow.

"The war affected such a wide range, it should be that the two golden immortals fought here."

Fang Yang looked at the situation around him and made a judgment. However, other people broke their dog brains and had nothing to do with him.

He stomped his feet, the earth shook, rumbled, and the soil separated on both sides, exposing the entrance to the small world.

When he left the small world, in order to protect the small world, he set up a ban at the entrance of the small world.

From today's perspective, his approach was very wise. If it weren't for this ban, this small world might have suffered the impact of the Golden Immortal War.

Entering the small world, the situation in the small world made him frown.

It turned out that the small world had entered the Dharma Ending Age. His spiritual consciousness covered the small world and found that the total number of cultivators in the entire world was less than ten.

"Forget it! After everyone is transferred to Hengshan Cave Heaven, I will just throw some exercises to them and let them practice by themselves!"

Fang Yang has no plans to accept disciples for the time being.

To accept a disciple, one must at least become a Daluo Jinxian. If a small Taiyi Jinxian learns to accept a disciple, people will laugh at him.

With a thought, he divided his consciousness into thousands and thousands of parts and scattered them between heaven and earth.

At this moment, in the small world, all the statues of the Wusheng Sect Masters lit up. A series of white light beams were projected, carrying an endless pressure, rushing into the sky.

The human continent used to have only one country, but now it has become 78 small countries.

The human continent spans 100,000 miles, which is too big for mortals. No matter how powerful the mortal court is, it cannot control such a large territory.

When the statue lit up, all the Wusheng Sect believers screamed wildly. They came to the statue and worshiped it.

At this time, Fang Yang's voice came from the statue.

"The end of the law has come. I am the leader of the Wusheng Sect, the master of the Zhenkong Homeland. This time I return, I will lead all the believers of my Wusheng Sect to the Zhenkong Homeland. All believers of my Wusheng Sect, who worship me devoutly and pray through the spirit, will be led by me and enter the Zhenkong Homeland."

This voice resounded throughout every piece of land on the human continent at the same time.

Seeing the Wusheng Sect's divine appearance, those who originally thought that the Wusheng Sect's leader was a figment of the imagination were immediately shaken. They ran faster than the Wusheng Sect's believers, squeezed everyone away, rushed to the statue, and worshiped for a while.

Fang Yang released a small part of his own natal cave, covering the entire continent.

"Collect!"

After the word "collect", all the cities, all the villages, all the rivers, and everything related to the human race were collected by him in his own natal cave.

Collecting a continent was completed in just a breath.

Fang Yang was too lazy to care about the demon continent.

The preaching demon race consumes too much spiritual energy. It takes spiritual energy to transform and cultivate, which is far less cost-effective than the preaching human race.

After leaving the small world, Fang Yang acted very carefully.

If he was alone, he could fight with others. But at this time, there were billions of mortal believers in his natal cave.

Mortals are too fragile. If his cave shook, a large number of mortals would die.

There were few believers in his Wusheng Sect. How could he bear to let them die?

However, just when Fang Yang was thinking about how to settle the believers after returning, a huge incense wish power was transmitted to his body.

"Please bless my family with peace and good luck!"

"I am a 26-year-old believer. Because of my strange appearance, I have never met a woman who truly loves me! I beg the master to give me a wife who treats me wholeheartedly!"

"Master, the county exam will be held on the third day of next month. If you bless me to pass the exam, I will definitely rebuild the golden statue for you and build a big temple."

This incense and wish power, full of various desires and distractions, made Fang Yang frown.

He did not need incense and wish power.

He never said that as long as someone worshipped him, he would bless anyone.

However, something that made Fang Yang even more unhappy soon happened.

When the believers were worshipping crazily and making crazy wishes, the Wushengjiao members who managed the temple came out.

These people did not come out to maintain order, they came out to collect money.

"Want to burn the first incense? Bring me one thousand taels of silver!"

"Get out! Can anyone enter the master's temple?"

"Master Wusheng! This donor, you haven't paid for the incense yet."

A bunch of monsters and demons appeared, using the name of Master Wusheng to frantically make money.

Fang Yang looked at all this and his mood instantly calmed down, no longer unhappy.

This is reality.

Immortals are doing business with immortals, mortals are also doing business with immortals, everything in life is a transaction.