Before Zhen Yuanzi could react, two couplets suddenly appeared at the gate of Wuzhuang Temple, how could it be seen: "Immortal Immortal Mansion" and "Longevity Dao Family with the Sky" There was a horizontal batch in the center: "The same king with the world".

In an instant, the entire Wanshou Mountain emitted endless glow, rushing out of the sky, countless golden flowers gushed out, and the leylines of Wanshou Mountain, which had been destroyed by Taiyi, quickly returned to their original state.

At the same time, Zhen Yuanzi felt the enlightenment in the dark, and saw Zhen Yuanzi personally shouting:

"Slash!"

Suddenly, above the nine heavens, the flying dragon came down with the fruit, straight into the Yuan Shen, and the endless aura poured into Zhen Yuanzi's body, Zhen Yuanzi immediately returned to his original state, and at the same time cut out his own corpse, becoming the ancestor of the earth immortals, the sub-saint supreme.

At this time, Zhen Yuanzi, who had just become the Supreme of the Sub-Sage, couldn't help but sigh that if he hadn't protected the human race because he was afraid of the demon clan, then this fruit would not have appeared.

I can't become the ancestor of the earth immortals, and enjoy the protection of heaven, earth and man, it can really be said that there is a cause and an effect.

Li Yuan saw that Zhen Yuanzi had become a Yasheng power, so he congratulated: "Congratulations to Daoyou for becoming the Yasheng Supreme." ”

"Hahaha, thank you for the compliment. Zhen Yuanzi heard Li Yuan's congratulations, not to mention how happy he was in his heart, this is a saint, how many people in the flood can get the congratulations of the saint?

Zhen Yuanzi smiled bitterly again: "This should be a good day, but there is no fruit to entertain all Taoist friends." "In order to resist the attacks of Emperor Jun and Taiyi for a hundred years, the ginseng fruit tree has been fundamentally injured, but it will be difficult to do it in the future. Li Yuan saw Zhen Yuanzi smile bitterly, and then took out a jade bottle and handed it to Zhen Yuanzi: "Here are a few drops of my Sanguang Divine Water, which can help Zhenyuan Daoist repair the ginseng fruit tree, Zhenyuan Daoist don't have to worry." "Zhen Yuanzi is overjoyed, this three-light divine water is the mother of ten thousand waters between heaven and earth, with incomparable divine power to create, and now his ginseng fruit tree is saved.

Then he thanked Li Yuan. But he was dragged by Li Yuan, so he had to give up, Li Yuan chatted with Zhen Yuanzi for a few more words, and then took his disciples back to Penglai Immortal Island, as for the human race, the three ancestors of the human race, under the leadership of the three of them, returned to the ancestral land of the East China Sea.

It is said that this demon clan has collected a large number of human souls and essence blood after chasing and killing the human race, and submitted them layer by layer, and was gathered in the Demon Emperor Palace. The Demon Emperor Emperor Jun, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and the Demon Master Kunpeng sat upright in the form of three talents, and in the middle was a red copper disc. With a flick of Emperor Jun, the starlight flashed away, booming, and the Heavenly Court Array rose, and the fog was heavy, blocking Zhou Tianshen's thoughts.

Taiyi flicked the heart of fire one by one, and the copper disc cracked from the middle, and a cloud of black and red flames emerged, transforming the original form of many evil obstacles in hell, showing teeth and claws, wanting to escape, and being blocked by countless prohibitions of brilliance and brightness.

Kunpeng shouted, two long white gases flew out from the tip of his nose, and in a hazy and hazy room, a strong wind hung up, rolling up countless black flags of soul arrest, and between the hunting moves, countless black gases spewed out, wailing and crying, like the arrival of the demon domain, piercing people's eardrums.

Kunpeng smiled, his blue and black fingers stretched out, and with a grasp of his long fingers, countless emerald silk threads flew out, enveloping hundreds of millions of black flags, and catching out countless struggling Terran ghosts, old and young, men and women, all with sad and angry faces, full of resentment, and hideous expressions.

Undeterred, the demon master licked his turquoise lips and giggled, drawing countless ghosts to the black and red flames. Under the scorching fire of the Nine Shadows, countless ghosts and souls flew away, turning into clusters of black and bright soul oil, as bright as black pearls, swallowed by the monsters of the firstborn sheep's horns and ribbed bat wings transformed by the flames, and hiccups from time to time.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Di Jun took out the ore that shone white and yellow, which was the copper of the first mountain that the demon clan had excavated in Shouyang Mountain.

The copper of the first mountain floated on top of the black and red flames, and was slowly burned, and countless impurities turned into black smoke and drifted away, and finally turned into crystal clear droplets, which were golden. A sun glazed golden flame turned into a fire cloud cover, covering the black cloud monster, the burning monster screamed, looking at the three of them resentfully, Kunpeng smiled: "What a wicked obstacle, don't spit out the soul liquid yet." ”

Under the burning of the increasingly powerful fire of the sun, the ghost spat out a stream of black liquid, and on top of the copper liquid, Kunpeng took out an ancient stone bottle, took off the talisman, and blew it, countless blood turned into a torrent and irrigated down, squeaking sounded, and countless blood-colored smoke surged up, rendering it like a dyeing workshop.

Seeing a long sword take shape after the arrangement and combination of droplets, a layer of blood black light shone, but after being restrained, there was a black line and a red thread on the white and yellow material. The blue-faced ghost was overjoyed when he saw that the sword was about to be completed, thinking that he didn't need to spit anymore, and he didn't want to be hit by a blue thunderbolt, and his form and spirit were destroyed, turning into a rolling evil spirit and resentment, surrounding the sword, and the whale swallowed the fish, the smoke and clouds dissipated, and the sword was revealed.

It is the use of ghosts to purify the evil qi and resentment in the soul liquid that is quenched by the material, and after refining, it is then impregnated with a layer of pure evil qi and resentment outside. With a buzzing sound, a sword that soared into the sky was born, and a black and red sword flew out, splitting countless prohibitions and heading straight for the Nine Heavens.

Thunderclouds rolling, purple snakes dancing wildly, silver dragons flying, and a huge whirlpool is generated, which is about to kill this world-famous beast. A streamer of light flew out of Zixiao Palace, falling straight for thirty-three days, flying down into the clouds, sucking away the thunderclouds, turning into a jade slip with purple light, flying back to the thirty-three outer heavens, and disappearing.

Di Jun made a move, the sword was in his hand, and he felt the power in it, and the three of them laughed loudly.

However, this sword requires a long period of cultivation before it can be fully utilized. At this time, in the hall of the ancestral witches floating in the desolate void, the gray air currents on the eleven ancestral witches rose from the eleven directions, like the pillars of the temple, rushing straight up, like wolf smoke, stopping at a height of thousands of feet in the main hall, and the air flow began to spread.

Eleven streams of air with slightly different colors erupted from the eleven pillars of air, converging into the enclosing void. A round cloud of 10,000 acres floats above the main hall, like a long river rolling and moving, from time to time the waves are agitated, and the sea of clouds is undulating.

Eleven loud shouts sounded, or roaring and rumbling, or hoarse grinding teeth, or sharp and piercing, or faint and weird, or muttering, the center of the round cloud began to undergo great changes, first countless human bodies gathered together, and slowly turned into a ball of blood, as if there was a puddle of spring, and then sparkling, a bright light began to flash, and slowly a treasure pot was formed, and the whole body was brilliant and bright, and the look was seizing.

Seeing this, the eleven ancestral witches hurriedly stretched out their hands and made a move, only to see a mass of essence blood floating in the air, this is exactly the eleven ancestral witches collecting the essence blood of the desolate demon clan, at this time the treasure pot hanging in the air suddenly absorbed the essence blood of the hundreds of millions of demon clans in the void, only to see that at this time the treasure pot was surging to the sky, and the treasure pot had the image of the demon beasts of the desolate desolation on the surface, and there were immeasurable magical powers in it.

The eleven ancestral witches were overjoyed when they saw this treasure come to fruition, and at this time, in the chaos of the outer heavens, a purple jade plaque descended, blocking the heavenly machine without leaking at all, and even the eleven ancestral witches did not notice it.

At the same time, in the long river of fate outside the sky, there are waves everywhere, only to see the luck of the two lich races, and countless human races are entangled in karma and resentment, if it weren't for the two mixed yuan saints in charge, I am afraid that they would have been punished by heaven a long time ago.

At the same time, the Heavenly Saints, including Li Yuan, suddenly knew the Heavenly Opportunity, Li Yuan just looked up, and then sneered: "The two Lich Clans don't know the number of days, if it weren't for the two Mixed Yuan Saints Nuwa and Houtu, I'm afraid they would have been removed from the list in this flood long ago!"

It is said that above the East China Sea, in the land of Tanggu, there is a tree of Fusang, and the tree is ten thousand feet high. The roots are connected to the earth fire, and the trunk absorbs the true fire of the sun, which is a small number of fire attribute spiritual roots. I saw this Fusang tree, the branches and leaves are all red, the leaf veins are golden, there seems to be the flow of the sun's golden flame, nine branches are at the bottom, and one branch is at the top. The flames were faint, steaming hot, surrounded by red smoke. Originally, it grew in the sun star and suppressed the sun star luck. Time flies, time flies, as if in the snap of a finger, and I don't know how many thousands of years have passed. I only know that the golden crow rises in the east and falls in the west every day, and the jade rabbit is sent to usher in every night. But it is said that above the heavenly court, Emperor Jun set himself up as Xi and Niangniang as the demon queen, and enjoyed all the blessings. After establishing the heavenly court, Xi and Niangniang gave birth to ten sons for Di Jun, who were also ten sun gods, and inherited the true body of the golden crow of the sun.

Since the birth of the ten little golden crows, rampant in the heavens all day long, countless demon clan generals, are afraid to be angry but dare not speak, and finally one day ten little golden crows crashed into the hands of the demon master Kunpeng, Kunpeng played a copy to Emperor Jun, and then countless demon clans echoed. In order to appease everyone's emotions, Emperor Jun moved the branches of the Fusang tree to the Tang Valley occupied by the demon clan, and moved ten golden crows there to let them patrol the world every day and shine in the sun. But I don't know that Di Jun hurt the vitality of the Fusang tree, so that the luck of the Golden Crow will be turbulent, although there are Di Jun, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Xi He suppressed, but the luck is still passing in a small amount. A drink and a peck, it is all providence!

Let's say that there are ten golden three-legged crows perched on the Fuso tree, from time to time their claws jump, their wings flutter, pecking their feathers for a while, and their feathers for a while. The golden wings, bright and dazzling, the folded wings look like they are also the size of a hundred zhang, the flames are flying, and from time to time the fire heart falls, and is sucked away by the leaves of the Fusang tree, and at a glance you know that the mana is not enough, and you can't control the flames with you. This is the ten princes of the Demon Emperor Dijun, which is the combination of Dijun and Xi and Yin and Yang, and was conceived in millions of years.