White Lotus Enlightenment in the Ancient World

Over the years, the kings of the three tribes have been pursuing further methods. They are already in the realm of quasi-saints, but if they are not holy, they will still be suppressed by the way of heaven.

I don't know when, the three tribes took up the banner of unifying the world and began to fight against the other two tribes. For a long time, it was difficult to determine the winner, but the surrounding land was devastated.

In fact, the three tribes are not that ambitious to unify the world. They just want to improve their own luck in this way and be promoted to the prehistoric saint.

Compared with the vastness of the world, the territories of each race are already quite large. There are hundreds of millions of races under their control, so there is no need to make big moves for the territory.

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Chang Yi, who has been practicing Taoism for thousands of years and has achieved great success, is now wandering around the broken mountains and rivers, repairing the earth's veins and purifying the turbid air. The ancient heaven has sensed this, and has sent down strands of merit to reward him.

Although the amount of these merits is not large, the advantage is that they are continuous. Chang Yi refined them into the divine mirror. He thought that if he could refine them like this for thousands of years, he would be able to achieve perfection.

It's a pity that although the three-light divine water is powerful, it has little effect on the broken earth. Fortunately, he learned some earth vein techniques from Zhen Yuanzi, and now he can repair various places easily.

It's just that the speed of repair is far less than the speed of destruction by the three races. If this continues, a war between heaven and earth will definitely break out within ten thousand years.

Sighing, knowing that the fate was difficult to predict, he stopped thinking about it.

When he went down the mountain, Chang Yi actually figured out where Mo Hua was, but he didn't go looking for it. Mo Hua still had some unfinished fate with the dragon clan, so it was time to return it.

Otherwise, after the world is shattered, boundless karma will be added to his body, and he will not be able to further his cultivation. Chang Yi can only bring him back after he repays the dragon's karma.

There is no need to worry about his death, the causal thread is in hand, and Chang Yi can sense it at any time.

At this time, the mountains and rivers were shattered. In addition to a large number of spiritual roots being damaged, the spiritual treasures were not spared. They were torn apart along with the earth, damaged and broken into pieces.

Chang Yi had no choice but to speed up the collection process, but most of the time he only had time to collect some scattered immortal spiritual light, and could not even see the fragments of the spiritual treasure, which was a pity...

In order to be able to hold these massive amounts of spiritual materials and miscellaneous treasures, Chang Yi practiced more than a dozen storage magic weapons in succession before they were enough. At this time, he was like a hamster, enjoying the fun of hoarding supplies.

In the early days of the ancient world, the underworld had not yet been opened. After death, the soul dispersed into the world and then rearranged itself and was reborn into the world. Chang Yi couldn't bear to see this.

Thinking that there would be no afterlife if he had been practicing Taoism for ten thousand years, he collected these scattered souls into a treasure mirror for temporary storage, and then sent them to reincarnation in the future.

Unexpectedly, Heavenly Dao gave some merits as a result. It can be seen that Heavenly Dao does not like to deal with these souls again.

In the prehistoric world, the spiritual energy was abundant and few people died at the end of their life span. Now a large number of souls are scattered in the world, which is also a burden to heaven.

It is unrealistic to say that Chang Yi can survive alone despite fighting everywhere. It's just that he didn't want to participate in the fight between dragons and phoenixes. He just lit the incense burner casually, causing heavy casualties to everyone who came close.

Gradually, the legend spread on the battlefield of the three tribes that you should not anger the white-clothed immortal, otherwise you will die without knowing how. Of course Chang Yi didn't know, so he just combed the earth's veins to clear out the turbid air.

Thousands of years have passed, and even if Chang Yi tried his best to repair it, little effect has been achieved. In the middle of the great tribulation, although the upper class has not yet come to an end, smoke is billowing everywhere in the ancient world.

Countless creatures suffered unreasonable disasters, and there was no place to hide. There were battlefields of the three tribes everywhere. For a time, the sky was angry and people were complaining, and the land was wailing.

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On Mount Sumeru in the far west, a demon god raised his lips slightly, feeling extremely happy when he saw the great calamity he had created with his own hands. This person was none other than the demon ancestor Rahu!

He is one of the few demon gods in the chaos who has withstood the ax of the God of Kaitian. After the opening of the prehistoric era, he cultivated for ten thousand years in the south of Mount Sumeru. At this time, he was already at the peak of Da Luo.

Seeing the resentment of essence and blood that was constantly generated due to the fighting between the three clans, he stretched out his hand to pull them over, and washed them one after another on the Sumeru Mountain Formation.

He looked greedily at the Ancient Zhuxian Sword in the formation with a wanton smile.

He has been waiting for this for nearly a hundred thousand years. Just waiting for the blood of resentment to break through the formation and take out the ancient sword, he can use this divine sword to destroy all the spirits in the world and become a demon saint by killing the demon!

However, these grievances are not enough at the moment. Luo Hu's eyes are deep and he must pull down Ancestral Dragon Yuan Feng and other great powers as soon as possible in order to have enough grievances of living beings to break through the formation.

He looked to the east and laughed coldly.

"It's time to add fuel to their fire."

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Looking at the prehistoric wilderness filled with mourners, as a time traveler, Chang Yi certainly knew that these were Luo Hu's faults, but with his current level of cultivation, he was completely unable to compete.

And he knew that when the Zhuxian Ancient Sword was born and the world shook, Hongjun would definitely take action to stop Luo Hu from destroying the ancient world. As a little Taiyi Golden Immortal, it would be better for him to be more steady.

What's more, looking at the incompatible posture of the three tribes, I am afraid that without Luo Hu, a war will break out, but it will only be sooner or later.

Thousands of years have passed, and the Shuiyue Mirror has been saturated with the power of merit, emitting soft moonlight, but the Changyi realm is not enough to exert its full power.

However, ordinary attack methods are no longer difficult for him, and he has the ability to protect himself in this catastrophe.

Although he has a kind heart, he also knows that his abilities are limited. This is a disaster for the creatures in the wild. Now that he saves them, he will die in other battles.

So I no longer waste the divine water, but just watch while walking, trying to understand some of the ways of heaven and earth from the great tribulation.

One day,

He felt something in his heart, and the cause and effect fluctuations noticed that Mo Hua was in some kind of disaster. Between life and death, as the first disciple he accepted in the ancient times, it was time to pay attention.

So he used the treasure mirror to travel through the colorful rays of light and quickly rushed to the place where Mo Hua was.

After a while, they arrived nearby and saw that the dragon and phoenix clans were fighting together. From a distance, the Qilin clan was watching, as if they were considering which side to help.

Mo Hua is a general of the dragon tribe. He is holding two spears and is standing in a group with three Phoenix tribesmen in the Taiyi realm. One against three is effortless.

Countless swords were blocked by the green light of a jade ring before they could fall on him, and because the dragon clan had its own magical power of water, those phoenix true fires could not get close to him.

The fight with swords and guns was very exciting for a while, and even Chang Yi kept applauding in the dark, saying in his heart that this apprentice was not in vain, he really saved himself face.

But the swan and the two phoenixes didn't think so. They were both famous young talents from the Phoenix clan, and each of them was arrogant and wanted to gain more military exploits to improve their status.

At this moment, they realized that the three of them couldn't take down Mo Hua even with their hands. They were so angry that they couldn't care less about their personal dignity and resorted to secret tricks, but they still couldn't do anything about this dragon. The three of them couldn't help but blush and gnashed their teeth.

Unfortunately, although the generals of the dragon tribe are strong, the surrounding Qilin tribe has been secretly causing trouble and harassing the water tribe soldiers. During the siege, the fatigue of the dragon tribe members became apparent.

Fortunately, Mo Hua's bravery was not broken up in the formation, but the morale of the army had begun to weaken.

Although the Feng Clan cannot defeat Mo Hua at this time, Mo Hua cannot kill a few people to break through the encirclement. If this continues until his spiritual energy is exhausted, the Dragon Clan will be defeated.