Fortunately, because Xueqiu is the mountain monarch of this Forget Worry Mountain, he can also control the mountain guarding array.

Otherwise, Qin Lang really didn't worry about letting it stay and watch his family.

However, when Qin Lang rushed to Nabuzhou Mountain with a retreat, he really regretted it!

That's right, I really regret it!

Because he has been flying for a hundred years, Qin Lang finally realized what it means to run a dead horse in Wangshan!

Although during this period, Qin Lang also browsed the scenery along the way.

But except for a few places where Zhong Lingyu is a little interesting, everything else is much the same...

It wasn't until this time that Qin Lang knew how happy it was to have someone with him.

Even, he wondered if he could meet one or two Taoist friends to walk with him.

But when he came to the foot of Buzhou Mountain, he was still alone.

However, when he saw the loftiness and breadth of Buzhou Mountain with his own eyes, Qin Lang felt that the effort along the way was so worth it!

He didn't go straight up the mountain.

Instead, he picked some fragrant spiritual flowers and fairy grass on the spot, and let them dry naturally by the temperature of the sun.

Anyway, it was still early for the next sermon, and Qin Lang planned to make an item to worship the Pangu God with his own hands.

The altar is relatively simple!

Qin Lang took advantage of the gap between drying those spirit flowers and fairy grasses, and it didn't take long to build up pieces of stones of different sizes with soil.

As for the offering table and the furnace, Qin Lang cut down an ancient tree with little spirituality.

This man has good and bad qualities, and the tree has high and low.

After Qin Lang saw the spirits of those plants and trees in Forget Worry Mountain, he also paid more and more attention to logging.

I don't want to kill a potential grass and tree spirit at random because of my own whim.

The tools used to do the carpenter's work are readily available.

After all, the three palaces on his Forgotten Sorrow Peak were all made by him.

When Qin Lang carved the wooden tripod and the offering table, it only took ten days.

However, just as Qin Lang was about to make the tribute incense, he found that a woman in animal skin was watching his every move not far from him.

It's not that he's careless.

After all, when making these things, Qin Lang would input some mana into his Shuimu Dao robe from time to time.

To be honest, although the Shuimu Dao robe is also used as his companion spirit treasure, Qin Lang will generally use it as his own hole card.

But now that I'm busy working as a carpenter, I have to use it.

And the woman also seemed to see Qin Lang's vigilance, and stepped forward with a smile and said, "I am the ancestor of the witch and the earth, and I see that the Taoist friends are acting strangely, so..."

All right...

It's quite strange to use mana and do it yourself in the Flood Wilderness.

However, the ancestral witch did not have a primordial spirit and could not refine the magic weapon, and was said to be strange by the ancestral witch, but Qin Lang felt a little speechless.

But the person in front of him is the back earth, and he will sacrifice himself to establish the existence of reincarnation in the future.

Therefore, even though Qin Lang was a little angry in his heart, he still politely replied: "Poor Dao Lingxuanzi, if there is any rudeness, don't blame the Houtu Ancestor Wu." ”

"Hehe, you're a funny guy. By the way, what you're doing doesn't seem to be a magic weapon, right?"

"It's not a magic weapon, it's just a hobby to pass the time when you have nothing to do. ”

"Then you continue to do it, our ancestral witches can't refine magic weapons, I think your practice is very helpful to our witch clan. ”

Qin Lang also let down his guard when he heard this.

All the air-dried Linghua fairy grass was crushed, and some resin obtained from logging was added, and it was twisted into three incense sticks more than one meter long.

Everything was ready, and Qin Lang cast a spell to light the three incense sticks.

Then he said the sacrificial words that had already been typed, and bowed respectfully to Buzhou Mountain three times.

When the wisps of smoke flew into the sky, a merit descended from the sky.

Sixty percent belonged to Qin Lang.

And the remaining forty percent, the altar, the offering table, the wooden tripod and the incense offering, all have become the merit and spiritual treasure of the world after tomorrow.

Qin Lang was not too surprised by this result, after all, this was probably the first sacrifice in the history of the Flood Wilderness.

But his wave of operations surprised Houtu on the side.

Qin Lang put away these four merit spirit treasures, and originally planned to start his journey to Buzhou Mountain.

But just as he was about to leave, Houtu stopped him and said, "Fellow Daoist, slow down, can you help me hand over your refining method." I... I would like to exchange the spiritual treasures I have collected over the years with my fellow Daoists. ”

For Lingbao, Qin Lang has always felt that it is enough.

This time I came to this Buzhou Mountain, just to come to this famous place to make a card.

I didn't plan to do the treasure hunt that was all over the mountain.

"There is no need for this to be the Houtu Ancestral Witch... The process of making these things just now must have been seen by Zu Wu. The reason why those objects can achieve spiritual treasures is actually because they all relied on the poor road to complete the first sacrifice of the flood famine. Otherwise, those objects are just ordinary things..."

"Hey, I'm too greedy. I also thought that this method could create some weapons for the clansmen. “

"There are quite a few monks who are good at refining weapons in this wilderness! As long as the ancestral witch brings enough materials, it must not be difficult to build a few handy weapons. ”

However, Qin Lang regretted it after saying this.

The Wu clan specializes in the physical body, and they don't get along well with these monks.

If you want to ask a monk to help refine weapons, I'm afraid it's very difficult to do it.

However, Qin Lang didn't hate the Wu Clan.

After all, they are also descendants of Pangu, and if they really want to calculate it, they are actually not lower than Pangu Sanqing.

"Is Daoyou also a guest in the Zixiao Palace?"

Seeing Houtu ask, Qin Lang nodded and said, "Well, the ancestral witch also went to Zixiao Palace?"

"That's right, it's just that our ancestor Wu doesn't have a primordial spirit, so he can't practice the way taught by the Hongjun sage. ”

"Hehe, you can't say that. Your ancestors are physically strong, and they are born with laws. If you can cultivate the Yuan Shen again, wouldn't you be invincible from birth?"

"Haha, your idea is novel. Before I took the initiative to talk to Pangu Sanqing, except for the Tongtian Dao people who would talk to me, that Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi Tianzun all ignored my love. ”

"Everyone has his own way, you just need to be yourself, why care about what others think. By the way, would you be interested in walking around this Buzhou Mountain with me?"

"Okay!"

Qin Lang was overjoyed when he heard this, he was finally not wandering around alone.

However, the aura on this mountain is indeed strong.

It is estimated that if it weren't for the pressure of Pangu, I am afraid that all the creatures on this Buzhou Mountain would be able to open their spiritual wisdom.

"By the way, Houtu Ancestor Wu, did you come to Zhoushan to find something?"

"Uh... Lingxuanzi, don't you know that our ancestral witch lives at the foot of Buzhou Mountain?"

I'm confused!

I actually forgot that Buzhou Mountain is the back garden of the Wu clan...