More than a Yuan Hui had passed since Zixiao Palace's sermon, and for ordinary beings, this was an extremely long time.

However, for the innate sacredness of the realm of Daluo, it is just an ordinary thing to calculate the year with yuan.

A deep retreat is often tens of thousands of years away.

However, in the time of a pluralistic society, the speed of innate divine cultivation was completely incomparable to the past.

In the past, they were all groping alone, but now there is a perfect method passed down by Hongjun, and the road ahead of the avenue has also been pointed out, as if a smooth road to the sky is spread out in front of them, just waiting for them to stride forward.

And they are different from Qingxuan, and they don't have other Daluo roads as a reference, so they won't have the distress of making a choice, and the Dao passed down by Hongjun itself can't be said to be problematic, this is inherently a little Daluo Dao innate sacredness, it can be sure.

Many innate divine cultivators are moving towards the middle stage of the Great Luo realm.

At the same time, the desolate world has become more and more lively, and small groups have taken shape one after another, and they are competing for opportunities to create, and naturally there will be many conflicts and contradictions.

In the desolate world, being born early is itself a kind of creation, and if you take the lead, you can take the lead step by step.

The premise is that you have the ability to protect yourself.

Although Qingxuan and they have been wandering on the edge, their own blessings are indeed deep and they have taken a lot of opportunities.

The latecomers are not as lucky as them, no matter how many opportunities are created, they are limited after all, and it is destined that there will be more monks and less meat.

The birth of any low-grade innate spirit treasure is enough to cause the innate sacreds to scramble, and many innate sacreds are poor and white in the true sense.

When the Fuxi Nuwa brothers and sisters left Qingqiu, Qingxuan casually gave them two medium-grade innate spirit treasures, which is not a handiwork that ordinary people can have.

The key is that Qing Xuan and the others really don't care much about the middle-grade innate spirit treasure, Long Ji has four top-grade innate spirit beads in his hands, and Tianhu holds a top-grade innate spirit treasure Nine Shadows and a top-grade innate spirit root acacia wood, and they are all innate things that are connected with divine consciousness, which can be regarded as a match for them.

There are no spiritual treasures in the hands of the two registered disciples who have just started, but these two people are from the Phoenix family, and it is impossible for Yuan Feng not to leave them something, and Qing Xuan also plans to talk about it later.

Some things, which seem to be good fortune, may actually be paid in advance by someone, Qing Xuan sometimes thinks like this.

Obviously, the Innate Spirit Treasure Spirit Root that he and Qinglian encountered, they collected less than half of it, but unconsciously, they had gathered a considerable amount of good things in their hands, although the truly precious things in them were basically the incarnation of Chaos Qinglian.

Others are difficult to encounter a low-grade innate spirit treasure.

Heaven and earth are balanced, Hongjun often says this, Qingxuan believes it a little.

So it doesn't matter, he doesn't mind using it to make a good relationship, maybe he will be able to use this favor one day.

In the midst of the famine, in order to compete for the opportunity to create, the innate sacreds began to form gangs and call friends, and many camps appeared between the innate sacreds, and the relationship between them began to become intricate from the past irrelevance.

The more intricate the relationship, the easier it is to breed contradictions and conflicts, and there will naturally be more open and secret fights.

The rivalry between the Sanqing and the Jinwu brothers has never been broken, but the Sanqing they are becoming less and less dominant, because Dijun and their camp are getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more innate sacreds joining them, Dijun, Taiyi, Qinyuan, Shangyang, Kunpeng, etc., with Taiyi, the top combat power holding the innate treasure Chaos Bell, they are full of confidence.

In the eyes of many innate saints, Taiyi seems to be the first person in combat power, of course, those who cannot be born and those who are not born are not counted.

Except for Taiqing, who held the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda of Heaven and Earth, no one could compete with him.

Of course, no one will forget the existence of the twelve ancestral witches, and Emperor Jun and they also have to take a detour, in terms of fighting alone, except for Taiyi, no one is the opponent of any ancestral witch.

However, these ancestral witches are aggressive, hot-tempered, and like to fight side by side, and no one wants to provoke them.

The existence of the Wu clan has also entered everyone's field of vision, and at the moment when the three clans are not out, the Wu clan is the largest ethnic group in the desolate world.

In the eastern region, on the top of a certain mountain, three rays of light fell, revealing three Taoists, the old, the middle and the young.

"This Emperor Jun and Taiyi are too deceitful! Fight against us everywhere, and sooner or later we will have to clear up the cause and effect with them! Shangqing said dissatisfied.

Taiqing shook his head, without words, and his expression was calm.

Yuqing rarely agreed with Shangqing this time, and his expression was full of anger.

"A bunch of fur-clad and armored people!"

"By the way, I heard that there are a lot of Taoist friends gathered in the east, why don't we go and have a look?" Shangqing said.

According to the information they received, there was a call in the east for a conference to be held.

But many people know in their hearts that it is someone who wants to form a small group like the brother of Na Di Juntai.

There are many corresponding people, and the reasons are different.

Because they have suffered losses at the hands of Dijun, there is no such existence among them, and it is not a minority.

Yuqing groaned: "That Mu Gong, is he really capable of competing with Emperor Jun and them?" ”

Shangqing is also very suspicious of this, they have fought with Dijun a lot of times, and they know each other's abilities.

To be honest, in their hearts, there are few people in the wilderness who can compete with Emperor Jun and them.

Even, they thought that outside of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, I am afraid that no one could suppress those two brothers, not even them.

Emperor Jun and Taiyi not only hold the Chaos Bell and the River Tuluo Book, but they even have a top-level innate spiritual root, Fusang Divine Tree.

This kind of background, even the three brothers are far behind.

At this time, the two brothers looked at the eldest Taiqing at the same time, asking him how to make a decision.

Taiqing felt the gaze of the two, and his gaze was withdrawn from a distance.

"Just take a look and know, and then make a decision."

Taiqing made a decision and made a decision directly, Yuqing and Shangqing did not object, and the three of them rushed to the Taoist place of the wooden prince.

In a certain piece of cave heaven blessed land, several figures sat opposite each other, and the person sitting on the main seat, dressed in a cyan robe, was filled with strong vitality, and it was Mu Gong, the owner of this place.

And the few figures sitting opposite it also have very obvious characteristics, with two horns on their foreheads, and they are clearly the powerhouses of the dragon clan.

"Then it's decided, the avenue is an oath, and the cooperation is happy."

On the signing of the contract made by the rules of the avenue, the two parties left their mark on their own Dao fruits, and the deal was reached.

After the business was discussed, the leading Dragon Clan Daluo powerhouse suddenly spoke: "I still have something I want to ask Yu Mugong, do you know the origin of these two innate sacreds?" ”

As he spoke, Da Luo of the Dragon Clan stretched out his hand to wipe it in the void, and two figures in green clothes appeared, a man and a woman, one was plain and the other was cold.

Mu Gong frowned, he knew him, but why did the strong man of the Dragon Clan ask these two people?