"You!"

Pointing at Nuwa, Hongjun Daoist shook his head with a smile and said, "This is true, Xuanmen has descendants, and Poor Dao is the master of Xuanmen, but he can't help but be rewarded!"

"Let's let Poor Dao take a look first, what is this son cultivating, and what treasures are suitable for him here in Poor Dao!"

As he spoke, Hongjun Daoist moved and looked down.

His gaze was like a mirror, reflecting the whole desolation, taking in everything, as if the whole heaven and earth, and before Him, there was no secret to speak of.

In an instant, in the west of the flood wilderness, I found where Feng Zichen was.

"Huh!"

The first time he saw Feng Zichen, there was some kind of throbbing in the heart of Hongjun Daoist, as if the person in front of him was related to the future of the flood wilderness, hiding many secrets, which surprised him.

"Interesting!"

"This son is so funny!"

I haven't seen such an interesting person for many years, Hongjun Daoist couldn't help but be interested, and immediately used his magical powers to peep at Feng Zichen, wanting to explore the secrets on his body.

Who is Hongjun Daoist? The real first person in the flood famine, and closely related to the way of heaven, who can escape his prying eyes in the desolation?

Under his supernatural powers, the secrets on Feng Zichen's body, except for hidden things such as Kaitian merit and Hongmeng Dao Bell, were covered up by the power of Pangu, and Hongjun Dao people could not see through them.

The rest, such as the Purple Microstar, the World Tree, and the Incense Fire Shinto, were all hidden under the eyes of the Hongjun Daoist, and they were all discovered by him.

"This son is a good opportunity, he can be favored by Pangu Dao, but the poor road is not stingy!"

After thinking about it, Hongjun Daoist stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the chaotic qi of the outside world suddenly boiled, constantly gathered, turned into a mass of chaotic essence, and flew into Zixiao Palace.

Then, Hongjun Daoist took out a cyan orb, which was shining, and the Dao rhyme was swirling, exuding the power of the innate wind spirit.

"This son is deeply favored by the Great Dao Venerable, and there will be another opportunity in the future, when there is great merit, you don't have to worry about him. ”

"On the contrary, you, do you have any doubts about your cultivation? Take advantage of the time that the teacher is free now, and ask all of them!"

Hongjun Daoist waved his sleeves and knocked this cyan orb and the flying Chaos Spirit into the desolation, then he turned around and said to Nuwa beside him.

"Yes! ”

Nuwa's face was happy, the realm of the saint was already the peak of the avenue, every step was extremely difficult, and with the guide of the forerunner, I don't know how much time and energy it would save him.

Taking a step forward, Nuwa hurriedly expressed her doubts about her cultivation and asked Hongjun Daoist for advice.

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After coming out of the ancestral temple, Feng Zichen immediately began to arrange the matter of the innate five ears of He, and by the time this matter was properly arranged, it would be five hundred years later.

After that, Feng Zichen couldn't take a break, and hurriedly set off to the West Pole to visit the White Tiger Holy Beast.

The White Tiger clan belongs to the line of beasts, so most of its people live in the holy land of beasts, but only the white tiger has a withdrawn temperament and lives alone in the West Pole.

Otherwise, as early as when Lin Zu was in front of him, Feng Zichen even visited the White Tiger together, so he didn't have to be so troublesome, and went all the way to the West Pole.

You know, the West is not a good place. It was a real barbarian land, despised by the Oriental monks.

Even if there were two saints in the town, no one would want to run over unless they had to do so.

Without saying anything all the way, Feng Zichen exerted his magical powers, wandered away from time and space, and rushed straight to the west.

Thundered!

When passing through a certain place, the surrounding time and space suddenly turned into blood, and a sea of blood appeared, as far as the eye could see, the huge waves were monstrous, rolling in, and the sound of the stormy waves was full of ears.

"Is this the legendary Netherworld Blood Sea?"

Stopping and looking at the magnificent scenery of the sea of blood in front of him, Feng Zichen sighed with emotion, and then turned around and left without hesitation, flying to the side.

The sea of blood, the flood and the dangerous land!

The fish and shrimp are not prosperous, the birds and insects are not coming, the anger of heaven and earth is all gathered here, and there are countless remnant spirits gathered, which is really a big filthy place between heaven and earth.

It's easy to walk in, but it's hard to get out. Therefore, Feng Zichen planned to bypass here and go out of the way.

Carefully bypassing the sea of blood, Feng Zichen continued to rush forward, and it didn't take long for him to come to the junction of the East and the West.

But I saw that the earth was rising here, and the clouds were steaming. The palace is extremely high, and the towers are ethereal. There are few people in the void, and the silence is born. I can't see the majestic moral wind, and I really don't care about the house of the gods.

"Wuzhuang Guan? After this, there is the Western Boundary ahead!"

Through a layer of dense air, Feng Zichen can vaguely see that in front of the door of the Taoist temple, there are three big characters of "Wuzhuang View" in the innate Taoist pattern book.

In this way, he still doesn't understand that this place is the dojo of the Great Divine Power of the Flood Wilderness, Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi, born from the top innate gods and demons, was born with the best innate spirit treasure book in his arms, and his body is suspected to be one of the top ten innate spiritual root ginseng fruit trees.

The strength is even more unfathomable, and among the three thousand guests in Zixiao, he is also the top one, and he is actually the top supernatural under the saints.

His ashram is located at the junction of the East and the West, using ginseng fruit trees to suppress the earth, combing the earth's leylines with books from the ground, and controlling the surrounding environment to prevent the harsh environment of the West from spreading to the East.

It is not one's own selfishness to block the dilapidated atmosphere of the entire West with one's own strength, but a matter of great merit for the benefit of the entire East.

Therefore, a group of oriental supernatural powers respect him very much, and respect him as the ancestor of the earth immortals!

Zhen Yuanzi also relies on this merit, the blessings are endless, there are no disasters and no disasters, he is really at ease, the first good fortune of the flood is a true immortal, and he is a person who has attained the Tao.

Looking forward to the Wuzhuang view for a while, Feng Zichen fell into the clouds and walked forward on foot.

Zhen Yuanzi has made great contributions in the East, but all living beings in the East, whether they belong to the congenital or acquired, are all blessed by him.

Passing through Wanshou Mountain, driving through the clouds, or walking in the void, there is a suspicion of disrespect, it is better to walk on foot to show respect.

Although Wanshou Mountain is far inferior to Buzhou Mountain and Kunlun Mountain, it is also a top famous mountain in the flood wilderness, and it has its own miraculousness.

As the saying goes, the sleeve is big, and the sun and moon are long in the pot.

That Wanshou Mountain looks small, only ten thousand feet high, but Feng Zichen has walked for hundreds of years before he walked out of the scope of Wanshou Mountain and came to the western realm.

In the direction of Wuzhuang Temple, Feng Zichen first made a joke, and then drove the clouds and rushed towards the West Pole.

"Hey! The battle between the immortals and demons in the last years of antiquity is really terrifying!"

"It's been so long, and the environment in the West has not only not been alleviated in the slightest, but has become worse and worse!"

After walking for a few days, Feng Zichen couldn't help but sigh.

Since stepping into the western realm, the farther away from the east, the thinner the innate qi becomes, and it is difficult to find spiritual veins and living beings within thousands of miles.

The earth's qi is disordered, and the earth's leylines are even more broken into sections, breeding the filthy qi of the debut path, and constantly aggravating the harsh environment of the West.