The flood does not remember the years, and the secluded years have passed.

Wuzhuang Guan, the red cloud with black circles under his eyes stood tiredly outside the door, directly looking at the back soil who came to ask for the account.

"It's for you, it's a pit, I'm tired."

Houtu, who was tall and gentle, was also a little pale and had not yet recovered, but after seeing the twelve flags in his hand, he suddenly smiled.

Twelve flags of different colors, but also constantly flashing streamers, one flag as if the passage of time will be as new as ever, a moment as if it has gone through thousands of years full of simplicity, some flags flickering, some flags waves are monstrous, the most strange flag seems to disappear.

One will appear, and the next will completely disappear in front of him, and after seeing a satisfactory scene, Houtu smiled.

"Thank you Hongyun Daoist, if we let our ancestors come, I'm afraid we won't be able to refine it in 100,000 years."

And Hongyun also glared at the other party angrily, you still know that he is not easy, if he hadn't coveted the other party, he would have broken up a long time ago.

"Don't come later."

After glaring angrily, Hou Tu's calm and gentle smile revealed a hint of weirdness, looking at the back of Wuzhuang Guanhongyun.

"Red Cloud, Red Cloud, it's not me who comes in the future, it's you who come to me."

Houtu's figure disappeared, and the red clouds that entered the Wuzhuang Temple looked at the merit Qingyun behind him even more painfully, and he could barely maintain the shrinkage.

However, after seeing his masterpiece again, Hongyun smiled with satisfaction.

Three red clouds wandered rapidly in Qingyun, one flickering constantly, not bad! It was the disappearance that suddenly appeared on the other side, and another red cloud flickered with pale gold.

There is also a marshmallow red cloud, which will be as new as ever, and will be black and dark like rot, and the red cloud is full of helplessness, this image is indeed a little unsightly.

These three drops of essence blood were condensed by the joint efforts of the twelve ancestral witches, that is, they were divided equally, and finally the red cloud was refined into three drops with Qiankun Ding, not to mention, but also eliminated the unwanted impurities in it, such as the talents of other ancestral witches, such as the water and fire of other ancestral witches, and the three left three talents respectively.

At the same time, he also completely cultivated the essence of Yun Jinpa, and under the fusion of three drops of essence and blood, he finally practiced three innate red clouds that were almost the same as his origin.

And one of the conditions of the Wu Clan was for him to refine the Twelve Ancestral Witch Flags, needless to say, Hongyun also guessed what the Wu Clan was going to use it for.

Does it matter?

He really didn't expect that all the materials used were innate level, and just such a set of twelve flags was not for refining innate spirit treasures and three innate red clouds, so he was almost bankrupt, and his merits were about to be exhausted.

This Qiankun Ding is simply chicken ribs, refining the acquired ordinary magic weapon, that is, don't return to the innate after tomorrow, unless you have enough merit to squander.

After taking a deep breath and incorporating the three red clouds into the Yuan Shen, I saw the red clouds suddenly open their eyes and let out a loud shout.

"Slash!"

Under the water, the red cloud that kept flickering as if it would disappear and appear would continue to roll in the primordial spirit.

Suddenly, a red cloud that was seven points similar to him, but with a kind smile on his face, turned into a shape.

"I've seen the deity."

Then the red cloud of the good corpse escaped into the body, as if the one who had just been cut off had returned.

At this moment, Hongyun felt endless intoxication, no wonder everyone likes retreat, and it can easily be tens of thousands of years of retreat.

The so-called beheading of the three corpses is actually to comprehend the supreme avenue, when the three corpses of good, evil, and self are separated from the ontological primordial spirit, so that the ontological selflessness can reach the realm of the unity of heaven and man and comprehend the way of heaven.

At the same time, the three corpses are also a real doppelganger-like existence, and they can comprehend the way of heaven at the same time.

It's completely a cheat, and there is one more person to cultivate for himself, although this person can't reach the realm of the unity of heaven and man, but it's okay, one plus one is greater than two.

"Fellow Daoist."

When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhen Yuanzi's smile, and Hongyun felt that the origin was even stronger, and he had an indescribable supernatural power, and suddenly smiled.

"Congratulations to the Red Cloud Daoist for beheading the corpse."

Looking at Zhen Yuanzi's Daoxi, Hongyun rubbed his eyebrows and said tiredly: "This time it's a big loss." ”

Regarding Hongyun's expression, Zhen Yuanzi also shook his head helplessly, you exchanged your merits for the most suitable innate thing for your own corpse, can this still be called a loss?

Just take what you need.

"No wonder although Qiankun Ding is against the sky, few people abuse it."

Hongyun shook his head and sighed as he said, Zhen Yuanzi also saw the golden wheel of merit behind his friend, which was almost gone.

He knew that the twelve ancestral witch flags were only, and all the materials were at the innate level, and the three red clouds had spent a little, and almost all of the red clouds' merits were completed.

Hongyun, the good old man in the wilderness, why would he say this? It's not just people who are stupid, but more importantly, people who have deep merits.

After putting away all kinds of law phases, Hongyun almost only refined the innate treasure of Xia Qiankun Ding, and still had to rely on his Ninety-Nine Soul Scattering Gourd.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm going to travel through the Lower Flood Wilderness to find the opportunity to become a saint."

Hongyun's rare face showed a solemn look, and Zhen Yuanzi said with some concern after hearing this: "Brother Dao, the Hongjun Sage only accepted Sanqing and Nuwa as disciples, and even the Western Guidance and Zhun Ti were accepted as registered disciples, but you are the only one, Brother Dao." ”

Facing Zhen Yuanzi's worries, Hongyun smiled dumbly, "Don't worry, fellow Daoists, I'll go to Buzhou Mountain to have a look, the territory of the Wu clan." ”

Hey~

After hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, such as saying that everyone in the desolate world had a purple breath in their eyes, but the ancestor Wu could only stare at it.

There is no primordial god how to refine Hongmeng purple qi, so the Wu clan wants to win over Hongyun more.

A red streamer flickered, and the red cloud headed in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

Along the way, Hongyun also muttered secretly, Hong Huang has too many secrets, and it is not at all what he thinks.

The mysterious Nuwa, the weird Hongjun, and the calculating Zu Wu have no fuel-efficient lamps.

In his previous life, many people secretly guessed that Hongjun was an old coward, but Hongyun had experienced the flood famine himself, and he knew that for the famine, Hongjun had great love.

With the power of the Heavenly Dao, spread the Heavenly Dao and its own cultivation civilization (system) to the desolate world, and establish a new desolate civilization world, rather than the chaotic world that was once chaotic.

Subsequently, Hedao supplemented the Heavenly Dao with itself and perfected the rules of the desolate world.

But it's such a Hongjun, but it exudes a sense of weirdness.

"Hey, it's a blessing or a curse, but you can't avoid it, while no one has become sanctified, the desolate world is still peaceful at the moment, let's see if it's as guessed."

Hiding in Wuzhuang Temple, after Sanqing, the two of the West and Nuwa were sanctified, he was put on the fire to barbecue, while he was not yet sanctified, and when many great powers were refining the spirit treasure and beheading the corpse, he still had a chance.

The vast Buzhou Mountain is not as good as a mountain-like continent.

I saw the phantom of Buzhou Mountain early in the morning, but the red cloud flew for a hundred years before it reached the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

Along the way, he even saw that although the cities of the Wu Clan are called tribes, the battle armor and blades do not have the slightest sense of ancient times, but have their own civilization.

Sure enough, this is not the so-called wilderness era, you must know that in the previous life, human beings could develop such a splendid civilization in a short period of thousands of years, and the creatures of this desolate land are often measured in tens of thousands of years, and these innate beings are recalled according to the Yuan Hui.

If civilization can't be developed, it should have become extinct a long time ago.

Immortal civilization! The Wu clan also belongs to the Tao!