At the moment when the Xudu Dao Dao Da Luo Jin Immortal was attained, on the Ziwei Star, among the Ziwei Dao fetus, Feng Zichen's deity also changed.

Wisps of purple light emerged, enveloping His true Spirit, as if it were pregnant with something.

That's the Genshin embryo!

Xudu preached that Da Luo Jin Xian, his primordial god, already has a trace of the mystery of Pangu primordial god.

Now, through the connection in the underworld, that wisp of mystery is transmitted to the deity, helping him evolve the innate primordial god.

Zi Weixing, which is incarnated by Pangu Ancestor, is the location of his divine court, the place where the primordial gods live, and the former residence of the Heavenly Dao!

It can be said that Ziweixing is the first place of creation in the flood wilderness. Even Kunlun Mountain cannot be compared.

Pushing back the Pangu Yuan Shen here is much simpler than in other places, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is like heavenly help.

When Emperor Ziwei's innate primordial god evolves successfully, his physical body, primordial god, and true spirit will be considered perfect.

That means it's time for Him to be born!

However, as soon as Emperor Juntai does not die, he is born, and he cannot get out of Ziweixing.

To go out is to die!

Of course, if Feng Zichen can use his own strength to contend with the entire demon clan, he will go out.

But apparently, He couldn't!

This era belongs to Dijun!

The next era is His own!

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After Feng Zichen's enlightenment, the merits were not over, they were still pouring in, but these merits were no longer enough to improve his cultivation.

Yes, Feng Zichen thought about it, and in vain pinched the Dao decision, gathered the merit qi into a ball, and poured it into the earth under his feet.

Thundered!

In the violent roar, the surrounding leylines surged wildly, merging with the qi of merit to form a huge mountain peak, rising from the bottom of the sea.

The mountain peak, magnificent, seemed to be about to reach into the sky, whirring upward. In a few days, it was already level with the sea of blood, and it was about to emerge.

At this moment, the Dao seal on Feng Zichen's hand suddenly changed. The energy of merit did not rush to the earth, but turned into a golden flame and burned towards the mountain.

Zizizi......

With a sizzling sound, the impurities on the mountain peak were refined one by one by the fire of merit, turned into wisps of black smoke, and dissipated in the sea of blood.

While the fire of merit was smelting the mountain peak, the origin of the sea of blood hidden in the blood water was inevitably refined by the merit and integrated into the body of the mountain peak.

A touch of blood appeared on the mountain, although it was very light, but it was unusually obvious. And as more blood sea origins merged, the blood color became darker and darker, and the mountain gradually turned to blood red.

At the same time, the flame of merit became more and more vigorous, more impurities were refined, and the speed at which the mountain peaks were already visible to the naked eye was getting smaller.

The qi of merit is refined by the way of heaven and earth from the origin of heaven and earth, and has the ability to create all things. Feng Zichen integrated it into the leylines, and the purpose was already obvious, this was to create a blessed land.

A blessed land that belongs to ghost cultivation!

Regardless of whether there is a netherworld or not, ghost cultivators need a place to settle down.

And he, Feng Zichen, the Emperor of the Northern Yin Dynasty, the ancestor of the Ghost Dao, also needs a dojo to preach the method of ghost cultivation and dominate ten thousand ghosts!

Roshan!

Mt. Yudulo!

This was the name that Feng Zichen had chosen for that mountain, and it was also the name of his future dojo.

The Emperor of Xudu lived in Luo Mountain, and the Yin Division, unified ten thousand ghosts, established the six palaces of the Cave Heaven, and sealed the ghosts and gods of the six heavens.

"Dojo?"

"It seems that this fellow Daoist is really planning to settle down in the Sea of Blood. ”

Then the poor way helped him as a sign of kindness. ”

Seeing Feng Zichen's actions, the Styx Dao people naturally guessed his plan, and after thinking for a while, they decided to help him evolve the dojo.

As long as the other party has a home in the sea of blood, he is his natural ally. Show favor now, and it will be easier to get into the relationship after a while.

As for being hostile to the Styx?

It's ridiculous, he is the lord of the Netherworld Blood Sea, and he can rank among the top ten supernatural powers in the Flood Desolation.

Do you really think that everyone is one?

The number of enemies who can be his enemies in the wilderness, except for saints, will not exceed one palm.

"Go!"

Grabbing at the void, the Styx Dao people simply pulled out a ball of blood sea origin and threw it towards Luo Shan.

Thundered!

The origin of the sea of blood entered the body, and the changes in Luo Mountain suddenly became intense, and the mountain completely turned dark red, and there was a yin and evil air flowing out.

......

"Thank you!"

"The poor road is riddled with things, and I can't come forward to thank you, and I hope that Taoist friends will forgive your sins. ”

Stabilizing Luo Shan, Feng Zichen saluted the people of the Styx River from afar.

In the sea of blood, only He can send the origin of the sea of blood so casually.

"Haha!"

"You're welcome!"

"What is in front of you is important, you and I will talk about it later. ”

Smiling, the Styx River people replied.

"Thank you for your understanding!"

Replying, Feng Zichen continued to use his magical powers to transform Luo Shan.

Getting a sea of blood origin, the origin of Xudu Luo Mountain, is undoubtedly a little thicker.

It's just that Luoshan is a blessed land created by the day after tomorrow. Compared with those blessed lands of innate creation, there is a little more ingenuity and a little less naturalness, which is ultimately inferior.

Frowning and pondering for a while, Feng Zichen suddenly raised his right hand, using his fingers as a pen and merit as ink, and carved and wrote on Luo Mountain.

What is written is the supreme classic of the ghost path - the ghost code!

It is that word, but it is extremely unfamiliar, and it looks gloomy, it is a text that has never appeared in the wilderness.

That's a ghost text!

A text born of ghost luck!

In the ghost world, the merits that had begun to gradually decrease suddenly increased and surged towards Luoshan.

At the same time, the power of heaven and earth descended, acting on Luo Shan's body, creating endless transformation.

A few days later, the power of heaven and earth and the power of merit dispersed together, revealing a million-zhang high mountain, which was Luo Mountain!

Although this mountain is not big, it looks quite imposing, and it is not inferior to the top blessed land of the flood wilderness.

Also, Feng Zichen has spent so much merit, if he can't create a top-level blessed land, it will be a real loss.

"This mountain is called Luo Mountain, which is the dojo of the poor road, and it is also the ancestral land of ghost cultivation. In the future, anyone in the ghost path can enter this mountain to cultivate. ”

Glancing at Luo Shan, Feng Zichen suddenly turned around and said to the group of ghost cultivators.

These are his future team, and they must be cultivated well.

As the first generation of ghost cultivators, their qualifications are definitely the best. Because, they were all congenital beings before they were born, and most of them were incarnated by the innate true spirits of Taiyi Golden Immortals.

Otherwise, they would not be able to stop the erosion of the blood sea of anger.

With such a background, it may not be realistic to become a Da Luo Golden Immortal, but it is much easier to become a Taiyi Golden Immortal than others.

Do you think, how many innate true spirits have gathered from the Netherworld Blood Sea?

It's just too many to count!

This is the accumulation of endless years of famine.

Naturally, the number is far greater than expected.