When Hou Tu chased him out of the Pangu Palace, he only saw Tang Feng's figure gradually moving away, as well as the bodies of the two brothers who had just healed after being seriously injured.

Qiang Liang recalled his head and returned to his neck, still with a hideous face and various dissatisfactions, but he was held down by Houtu in time.

"Don't chase it, he's already merciful."

Houtu said in a deep voice: "Otherwise, you two may not be able to be reborn in the blood pool." ”

This person has obtained the inheritance of the father and the approval of the temple, maybe he can deprive the ancestral witch of the immortal and immortal rebirth characteristics, and provoke him again, it is purely looking for death.

"Who is he?"

Qiang Liang calmed down a little, but he still gritted his teeth and was resentful.

I can't figure out how such an outsider can obtain the deep recognition of the Pangu bloodline, and the protection of the will to protect him is actually above us.

"Tang Feng, he's a person."

In Houtu's sight, he couldn't see that person anymore, but he was still muttering in his heart: What does the future human race mean?

Then, less than half an hour, the other ancestors returned one after another, and brought back the still unconscious co-workers.

It wasn't that they broke the Star Dou Great Array so quickly, but Tang Feng sent a spiritual message to the demon clan's subordinates: Take it.

The things that should be taken have been obtained, and on the side of the big array, there is no point in continuing the stalemate.

The ancestral witches didn't care about retaliating against these demon clans, and returned to the Pangu Hall as soon as possible.

After coming back, Houtu stated the situation again, but between his words, he didn't dwell too much on the 'future human race'.

She knows her brother too well, she is irritable and irritable by nature, and it is difficult for her to act calmly, and talking too much will only backfire.

Houtu just remembered Tang Feng's words deeply: Be kind to the human race, perhaps, the future of the Wu clan can be slightly better......

"He went to Buzhou Mountain?"

The other ancestors asked.

"It should be."

Houtu nodded: "Heading up the mountain, it feels like that's his next stop." ”

"Do you want to chase?"

The eldest Emperor Jiang was a little undecided.

"Does it make sense?"

Houtu frowned: "If he really reaches the mountain, the height he can reach, we can't straighten our waists, unless, we can form the Pangu True Body now." ”

Oh, yes.

If the cultivation is not enough, what can you do if you catch up, it's not that you are looking ugly.

The ancestors turned their heads to look at the majestic Buzhou Mountain, and no matter how unwilling they were, they could only sigh with joy......

Not Zhou Mountain, Gao does not know geometry, it is already beyond the scope of Tang Feng's divine perception.

Legend has it that this jade pillar can be seen anywhere in the wilderness, but in fact, this statement is too exaggerated.

No matter how big Zhou Mountain is, for the entire Flood Desolation Plane, it is like a small toothpick, too far away, it will definitely not be visible visually, but all living beings can vaguely sense its general direction at the spiritual level.

With this sense, you won't get lost, even if you're stuck in the mountains or the desert.

It's a pity that in the future Lich Tribulation, this backbone of heaven and earth has been broken, and this magical induction will naturally disappear.

Cultivators of later generations, if they come to Buzhou Mountain to worship again, apart from a little spiritual shock, they will not gain much on the actual level.

And now, Buzhou Mountain's divinity is alive, even with Tang Feng's cultivation strength, he can't teleport or fly to climb the mountain, he can only walk honestly.

Such a supreme mountain, no matter how great the ability of the co-workers is, no matter how hard the braincase is, can it be broken?

Among them, if there are no conspiracy theories, Tang Feng absolutely does not believe it.

"Even if I cultivate to reach the quasi-saint level, and the Open Heaven Axe is promoted to the Innate Supreme Treasure, then I will not be able to cut it. Unless, the divinity of Buzhou Mountain will gradually dissipate over the long years. ”

Anyway, today, the divine oppression of Buzhou Mountain is very serious, and Tang Feng can only climb on foot by shrinking the ground into inches.

The higher you climb, the heavier the pressure becomes, and soon you reach the limit of Taiyi Golden Immortal's endurance.

In other words, at this height, the creatures below the Taiyi Golden Immortal, whether they are demon clans, witch clans, or fierce beasts, are already unreachable, and they will be crushed to death halfway.

This is the main reason why the ancestors didn't dare to chase after them, Tang Feng's cultivation level was higher than theirs, just by climbing the mountain with a stuffy head, they could exhaust them, and when the time came, they could easily take the heads one by one with an axe.

"In today's flood wilderness, there are few Da Luo Jin Xian, and the height of the higher should belong to the uninhabited land that has never been explored."

This means that if there is a treasure on the top of the mountain, it has never been discovered.

Tang Feng pondered that in the future, many things would be harvested on Buzhou Mountain.

After all, Hongjun's cultivation speed is the first, and the height he can reach, others will definitely not be able to touch it, so they can only pick up the rest of him.

"And now, I should be ahead of Hongjun again."

Tang Feng didn't pay too much attention to the lower area, but climbed upward.

Tang Feng's superficial cultivation was only a Taiyi Golden Immortal, but his true strength was far beyond that, and with the fact that he had just fused two drops of Pangu True Blood, his life form had changed a lot.

After all, it is the same root and the same origin, and Buzhou Mountain, as the backbone of Pangu, will inevitably greatly weaken the oppression of Pangu's true blood, and it is estimated that there is no problem in climbing all the way to the height that can be reached in the late stage of the quasi-saint.

Walking, walking, found a flat place in the mountainside, an area of about several hundred square kilometers.

It may sound like a lot of area, but the diameter of the mountain is larger than that of a star, and it is only a few hundred square kilometers, which is equivalent to the proportion of a small grain of sand on the earth.

"An artificially constructed protective phantom array?"

Tang Feng stood outside the formation and judged at a glance that this was not an innate great formation, but someone had settled here for a long time.

To be able to settle at such a height, the cultivation is not low.

Tang Feng took a few steps forward and deliberately touched the formation, and a few seconds later, he heard a voice coming from inside: "I don't know who Daoist friend is?" ”

Three figures appeared in the phantom array: an old man, a middle-aged man, and a young man.

All belong to the authentic human image.

Without asking, Tang Feng could guess their identities: Sanqing!

Lao Tzu, primitive, through the sky.

No wonder they can settle here, the three Qings are incarnated by the Pangu Yuan God, blessed by heaven and earth, and the divine oppression of Buzhou Mountain will also be greatly reduced for them.

For Sanqing, Buzhou Mountain should be the safest natural dojo, and there are very few people who pose a threat to them at such a height.

When you are young, you should stay away from strife and develop your cultivation in peace and stability on the mountain.

"This fellow Daoist, you ......"

As soon as they saw Tang Feng, the first reaction of the three brothers was that they were stunned on the spot, all because the kind of aura that lingered on this person's whole body was actually very similar to Pangu in the memory inheritance.

Sanqing is transformed by the god of Pangu, although it cannot represent Pangu, but in terms of Pangu authenticity, it stands to reason that no one can surpass them, and the twelve ancestors and witches are all greatly inferior.

And at this moment, the 'person' they saw, with their expression, appearance, breath, and posture, actually looked more authentic and purebred than their brothers.

Good guy, you are still carrying a fierce big axe in your hand, are you the reincarnation of Pangu, do you want to take back the scattered Yuan Shen to the body?

At this moment, the Sanqing brothers all had an instinctive vigilance that was not very good or good.

Isn't it the murder I waited for, and came to the door?