Wuzhuang Guan is the dojo of Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the earth immortals, and it is naturally not like in the TV series, it is a small broken Taoist temple.

Fang Mo and Silly Niu, you can clearly see that this area that stretches for millions of miles is all the boundary of Wanshou Mountain, and in the most central area, that is, the highest part of Wanshou Mountain, stands a quaint Taoist temple exuding the aura of immortals.

The Taoist temple is extremely large, about hundreds of thousands of miles.

Fang Mo couldn't help but sigh, his own sect in the main world cultivation realm was really not even comparable to a single room of others.

Of course, Fang Mo did not forget his purpose this time, which was to descend to the front of Wuzhuang Guan and start calling the door, which was the previous scene.

Having said that, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't deduce Fang Mo's identity and origin, and he couldn't guess accurately, so he called his two boys and thought about walking outside the door.

A quasi-saint-level boss naturally doesn't walk with his legs.

One step or two, Zhen Yuanzi stepped out of a distance of tens of thousands of miles and came to the gate.

Fang Mo, who was outside the door, was waiting quietly, and suddenly, an old wooden door rubbing sound sounded in Fang Mo's ears.

The corners of Fang Mo's mouth twitched, and he also felt a little emotional about the bad taste of these big guys.

Like Bodhi, even if Zhen Yuanzi has a high strength and an infinitely long life, he and Nuwa belong to the earliest batch of innate demon gods, which is also the same comparison.

Do you do any art?

Do you want to play any classics?

You say, can't you fucking get that kind of space-time travel door?

Look at the Nantianmen, and then look at your wooden plank, Fang Mo doesn't want to say anything.

However, turnip greens have their own loves, Fang Mo just felt a little emotional, he can't impose his will on others, right?

Looking at the long-bearded old man in linen clothes and fairy wind bones in front of him, Fang Mo raised his hand, waved at Zhen Yuanzi, and said, "I've seen it, Zhenyuan Daoyou!" ”

"Poor Dao is a fool!" Seeing this, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but return the salute, or he swept the dust and said to Fang Mo.

"Not long after I went down the mountain, I heard the reputation of Dongsheng Shenzhou Zhenyuan Daxian, and I came to visit!" Fang Mo said it beautifully, Zhen Yuanzi, but he is a great power in the late stage of the quasi-saint, an innate demon god, and one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, whether it is identity or strength, he is a first-class level.

Although Fang Mo is full of combat power and is not inferior to him, there is still a big gap in terms of qualifications.

"In that case, please come in!" Zhen Yuanzi couldn't figure out the details of Fang Mo, but he couldn't figure out the origin, and he estimated that he was the personal disciples of those Heavenly Dao saints.

But the personal disciples of these saints are only those, and a long, long time ago, those who were on the list of gods were on the list of gods, those who entered the Western religion entered the Western religion, and the rest of them all knew each other.

Could it be that which saint has recently accepted disciples again?

But haven't you heard of this yet? And weren't the saints all locked up and confined by the Dao Ancestor?

How is it possible to come out?

However, after a series of inferences to no avail, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't figure out Fang Mo's identity, so he could only take the initiative to welcome him in.

"I don't know which sect leader Daoyou inherits?" Under the saint, there are all ants, even if it is Zhen Yuanzi, you have to pay attention to your words and deeds, and the saint must not speak lightly.

It can only be replaced by the word "leader".

Of course, Fang Mo understood his words, and smiled slightly: "No! ”

Fang Mo is indeed not a sect master, he is now himself, he is about to have the strength of a saint, worship a master of chicken feathers?

However, Fang Mo's words did make Zhen Yuanzi mistakenly think that Fang Mo's master, Master Nuwa.

As we all know, among the saints, only Nuwa did not create the Tao, and the rest of the people were all established and sanctified.

The two of them had their own thoughts and walked towards the interior of the Taoist temple.

The speed of the shrunken inch-inching magic used by several people was very fast, but compared with the distance of tens of thousands of miles, the speed of the two of them was still much slower.

It's like if you live in a big manor and there's a guest outside the gate, and you drive to pick it up, and then when you come back, it's like the two of you come back from a walk.

"Daoyou is a human race?" As he walked, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly asked.

"Yes, Zhenyuan Daoyou, is there any problem?" Fang Mo asked.

"It's unimaginable, the bone age of Daoyou is less than 100,000 years, and he is already a cultivator in the late stage of Daluo, this is a girl, and she is also about the same age as Daoyou, and her cultivation has also reached the late stage of Daluo, could it be that Daoyou is a congenital human race? But in terms of time, it's not right? Zhen Yuanzi asked suspiciously.

After calming down, he was in the mood to look at Fang Mo, it didn't matter if he didn't look at it, he was shocked when he saw it, Fang Mo's bone age was less than 100,000 years?

The stupid girl on the side, although she is a demon clan, but her bone age is only 100,000 years, although she can't see the body, but it is obvious that her qualifications are very high, and she is even comparable to her own ginseng fruit transformation.

The most important thing is that in just 100,000 years, the two of them have the cultivation of the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Even in the early days of the Flood Famine, it wasn't so terrifying, right?

Even if it is Pangu Sanqing, the Pangu Authentic Sect known as having innate merits, since its birth, how long has it taken to reach the Daluo Golden Immortal, hundreds of millions of years?

100,000-year-old Da Luo Jin Immortal, what is this concept?

I haven't heard of it in the wilderness.

Moreover, after the desolation was shattered, in the Earth Immortal Realm, the strength of the Terran monks increased even more slowly, saying that there was no saint behind Fang Mo, and Zhen Yuanzi didn't believe it.

"I am indeed a human race, but there are just some adventures, and Zhenyuan Daoyou don't have to worry about it!" Fang Mo replied lightly.

At this time, several people had already fallen into the inner courtyard.

All kinds of genius treasures along the way made Fang Mo a little envious, this is worthy of the power that existed since the birth of the flood wilderness, and the things that countless yuan will accumulate are not comparable to a cultivator like Fang Mo who has become a monk halfway.

"Fellow Daoist, please!" Zhen Yuanzi stood at the bottom of the hall and pointed to the two futons on his left.

"Please!" Fang Mo also stretched out his hand to signal, and the three of them sat down.

"Daoyou, I'm really embarrassed, the most famous of the five villages of the poor Dao is the ginseng fruit, but the fruit of this stubble will take one hundred and fifty years to mature, so I can only ask the Taoist to use some ordinary fruits!" Zhen Yuanzi said embarrassedly.

The worst thing about his ginseng fruit tree is that it can only produce thirty fruits at a time, and the growth cycle is long, and the last thirty fruits have long been eaten.

Now we can only wait for a hundred and fifty years.

"It's okay, I'm not here for the ginseng fruit of Taoist friends, the innate ten spiritual roots, but you can't find it, just right, I have also been fortunate to get a peach here, I invite Taoist friends to eat peaches!" Fang Mo was a little disappointed that he didn't eat the ginseng fruit, but there was no way, the fruit was not ripe, so he couldn't eat it raw, right?

However, the first time he came to the door, there was no such gift, which was not in line with the cultural concept of the human race, so Fang Mo took out more than a dozen big peaches from the Xiaoyao God Ring, wrapped them with mana, and handed them to Zhen Yuanzi.

"This ...... This is ......" Zhen Yuanzi thought that what Fang Mo got was just an ordinary peach, but when he got it in his hand, he was immediately stupid......