Buzhou Mountain, standing in the center of the flood wilderness, suppressing the past, present, and future, vast and vast, incomparably majestic, sacred and inviolable.

After tens of thousands of years, Feng Zichen came to Buzhou Mountain again, but the feeling was completely different.

At this time, four hundred years had passed since he met Zuhuang. After obtaining the origin of the Innate Fire Movement from the Ancestral Huang, he has been in retreat under the Innate Sycamore Tree, comprehending the way of the Innate Fire Movement and stabilizing his realm.

It wasn't until 300 years later that he made it. Subsequently, he said goodbye to Zuhuang, and it took another hundred years to rush to Buzhou Mountain, and the Qilin clan lived in seclusion here.

The unicorn is the leader of the beast line and the overlord of the land. In ancient times, the entire desolate land was under the rule of the Qilin clan.

Therefore, the place where the Qilin clan is located is naturally the best place in the desolate land, and in addition to Buzhou Mountain, how dare to call itself the first in the desolation!

If it weren't for Mo Zhang's departure and telling him the place where the Qilin clan lived in seclusion, no matter what Ren Feng Zichen thought, he wouldn't have guessed that the Qilin clan would place his old nest under the nose of the demon clan.

It's not on the mountain, but it's heaven!

"Sure enough, Buzhou Mountain's power is constantly weakening. Standing in front of Buzhou Mountain and perceiving for a moment, Feng Zichen sighed.

Under the erosion of the resentment of the Chaos Demon God, even with the power of Buzhou Mountain, it was gradually unable to resist. At this time, it was undoubtedly much weaker than when Feng Zichen first saw it.

This is all the result of the resentment and erosion of the Chaos Demon God, which has laid the foundation for its future fracture.

"Why do you want to do so much? If the sky really falls, the most anxious should be the saint who is closely related to the flood famine, what does it matter to me?" Shaking his head, Feng Zichen smiled and said.

As far as he is concerned, finding a way to survive the Terran Tribulation is a big deal, and as for the collapse of Zhou Mountain, where is his turn to worry about a "mole ant".

Taking out the Lin piece that Mo Zhang had given him before leaving that day, Feng Zichen used a secret method to inform him of the news of his arrival, and asked him to send someone to pick him up.

There are countless secret realms in Buzhou Mountain, coupled with the protection of the Qilin Clan's formation, Feng Zichen doesn't think that he can find the location of the Qilin Clan from countless secret realms. So, let's honestly wait for someone to pick it up!

It didn't take long for the void in front of him to quietly crack open, forming a passage for only one person to pass through. Without hesitation, Feng Zichen immediately stepped in.

"All the gods are evil, get up!" As soon as he walked out of the passage, Feng Zichen let out a low sigh, and a purple-black evil aura rose from his body, enveloping him.

But it was he who remembered what happened to him in the Phoenix Clan, and in order to avoid trouble, he directly released the Heavenly Gods, in order to intimidate everyone.

This is all the gods of heaven, it is the companion evil qi of the great god of Pangu, and when the idle Taiyi Golden Immortal touches it, he will definitely die, and the Daluo Golden Immortal will also change color when he sees it, which is extremely terrifying. If it weren't for a coincidence, Feng Zichen wouldn't be able to practice.

"Hey, what kind of evil qi is that? Why does it give me the feeling that it is stronger than the innate evil qi, and more dangerous?"

"It's terrible!

In the dark, the Qilin clan who wanted to try the wind purple and the two catties, saw the purple-black evil qi, and only felt a chill in their hearts, as if they were about to sink into it after taking a look, and give birth to the idea of death.

"Fellow Daoist, please also receive the supernatural powers!"

"Your supernatural power is too powerful, and the nearby clansmen can't bear it anymore. ”

Seeing that many clansmen were affected by the evil qi and had a demonic obstacle in their hearts, Mo Zhang was worried about their safety, not only smiled bitterly, walked out of the void, and shouted at Feng Zichen.

"Oh! I see, but I didn't think about it, and I ask you to forgive me, I immediately received the supernatural powers. Smiling embarrassedly at Mo Zhang, Feng Zichen put away all the gods.

"Daoyou are polite, if it weren't for their wrong minds, how could they suffer this bitter fruit, this is all their own doing, Daoist friends don't need to mind. Waving his hand, Mo Zhang said.

He wouldn't know what was going on in the hearts of these people hiding in the shadows. It's nothing more than wanting to test Feng Zichen's strength to see if he has the same heavenly posture as Lin Zu praised.

It's a pity that before they could make a move, they were so frightened that they couldn't speak. This time, they were embarrassed and left home.

"Fellow Daoists, please come with me, Your Majesty has instructed me to take you to the temple to meet Him. After making a joke, Mo Zhang said to Feng Zichen.

"Then I'm bothering fellow Daoists!"

Nodding at Mo Zhang, Feng Zichen followed him forward.

This place is far away from the flood and strife, and is full of peace and tranquility. Along the way, Feng Zichen saw a lot of cubs of the Qilin clan, playing and playing, so unhappy.

However, perhaps Feng Zichen's appearance was too fierce, leaving a bad impression on these young Qilin.

As a result, as soon as they saw Feng Zichen coming, they showed a frightened look on their faces, and they ran away in fright, as if Feng Zichen was some kind of fierce ghost.

Mo Zhang, who was on the side, saw this scene and couldn't help but quip: "Haha! Daoyou is really famous in my Qilin clan this time, and he can make young children stop crying!"

But as he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Haha!

"This ......" was so teased by Mo Zhang, Feng Zichen opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, so he had to smile stupidly and be silent.

"That's ...... Huang Zhong Li?!"

After walking forward for a while, a big tree appeared in Feng Zichen's field of vision.

The tree was only ten thousand feet high, but it gave him a feeling of covering the sky and the sun. And around this tree, there is a chaotic vitality shrouded, and there are nine fruits on the tree, and the word "Huangzhong" grows on the fruit.

"Fellow Daoist, this tree is called Huangzhong Li, because its flower shape is like a lotus, its fruit shape is like a pearl, and there are two words "Huangzhong" on the flowers and fruits, so we call it Huangzhong Li. ”

"This tree blooms every 10,000 years, bears fruit every 10,000 years, matures every 10,000 years, lasts 30,000 years, and only gets eighty-one fruits, which is precious and abnormal. ”

"If the heavenly immortals smell the fragrance of flowers, they can get a thousand years of Taoism, and if they are lucky enough to eat a fruit, they can instantly become Taiyi Golden Immortals. ”

"This tree is the best innate spiritual root, and it is the supreme treasure of suppressing the luck of my beast, which is comparable to the innate treasure!"

Seeing the shock in Feng Zichen's eyes, Mo Zhang introduced with a little pride.

In ancient times, there were three superb congenital spiritual roots that survived, the congenital building tree, the congenital plane tree, and the congenital huangzhong plum, which were obtained by the three clans respectively to suppress their own clan fortunes.

"Yes, this tree is extraordinary!" nodded and Feng Zichen agreed.

Innate spirits are difficult to find at all, let alone Huang Zhongli, the top innate spirit root. In some ways, apart from their attack power, they are indeed not much inferior to the Innate Treasure.