Di Jiang is the eldest brother, facing the eleven younger siblings below, asked: "Brothers and sisters, our twelve ancestors are transformed by the essence and blood of Pangu Father, and now there are only twelve people in the Flood Desolation Continent, how can we be the right Father? We must let the will of the Father be sprinkled all over the Flood Wilderness, can you wait for a solution?"

As soon as the words fell, the hall fell into a short silence, and finally Zhu Rong, who had the hottest temper, spoke.

"Big brother, you and I are all born from the blood pool, as long as we find a way to make the essence blood in the pool, we can still give birth to my Wu clan son, and then there will not be a steady stream of Wu clan births. ”

Di Jiang smiled bitterly when he heard it, everyone understands the reason, but you also have to give a corresponding solution, right?

"Big brother, as long as you find a spiritual creature that shapes the body, supplemented by the essence blood in the blood pool, you can make the Wu clan born. ”

When the youngest Houtu heard the two brothers say this, he immediately took out a small piece of soil, and there were nine glorious lights circulating on it, and said: "Second brother, this thing is the innate spiritual soil 'Nine Colors of Rest', also known as the Nine Heavens Resting Soil, which I encountered when I traveled through the wilderness, I don't know if this thing can be?"

"But what can such a small piece do? Co-workers interjected.

Houtu smiled, directly divided the soil into twelve parts, and sent them to everyone.

"A finger-sized Nine Heavenly Breath can transform into a mountain, which is enough for us to cultivate tens of billions of witches. ”

Everyone looked at the small piece of soil in their hands, because they had no primordial spirit, they could only drop a drop of essence blood into each person to refine it.

After refining the Nine Heavens of Resting Soil, Di Jiang said: "I'm waiting for my cultivation to reach a bottleneck, and there is nothing else to do for the time being, so let's take some time to build up my Wu Clan's army and let the Flood Desolate Continent return to the arms of Father." ”

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Netherworld Blood Sea, Easy Island, Hundred Herbs Garden.

At this moment, the aura of Dao rhyme on the body of the mosquito Dao person is surrounded, fluctuating, wanting to leave by the wind, and the body shape becomes illusory, as if it will disappear in the next moment, and it seems to have always existed.

A day later, all the Dao Yun was included in his body, and when he opened his eyes, a flash of essence disappeared.

"It's really intoxicating to have a lot of strength. ”

After speaking, he looked at Chaos, "I wonder when Hongjun will become holy?"

Shaking his head, he is really not in a hurry for the emperor and the eunuch.

In the past three thousand years, he has comprehended the laws of space and devouring more than forty percent, and the laws of power have also changed from the initial trace to the current second layer.

The strength has also risen from the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal to the middle stage of the quasi-saint.

A thousand years ago, he ate three Huangzhong plums one after another, and the first one comprehended the rule of more than three percent, and his strength also came to the early stage of the quasi-saint. The remaining two were halved and halved in effect, adding up to allow him to comprehend the fourth layer. No wonder Huang Zhongli can only take three pills in his life, and any more will only satisfy his tongue.

In the last two thousand years, without the help of Huang Zhongli, he realized a little more, and in desperation, he had to get out of the customs.

Walking out of the Baicao Garden, I saw a slim and slim girl, about twenty-eight Fanghua girls standing there in a daze.

This woman is like a scene, her mouth is like a pearl, she gently pulls the beauty of the house, obliquely inserts a single hosta, the emerald green smoke yarn Bixia Luo, and the golden silk drags the ground to look at the fairy skirt.

"Uh... Are you Xuan Ling?" "The mosquito Dao people think that Xiaoyao Island is such a woman, Xuan Ling, and she should have grown up in three thousand years.

"Ah,... Master, you're out of the customs", hearing someone call her, Xuan Ling came back to her senses.

"If you don't cultivate, why are you standing here?"

Looking at the Xuan Ling, who was still only at the peak of the Golden Immortal cultivation, the mosquito Dao people were a little puzzled, it stands to reason that the descendants of the first Xuan Turtle in the Flood Wilderness will not be so bad in qualifications.

"Master, three thousand years have passed, and I feel that my father's catastrophe is approaching, and I am a little uneasy, so I want to ask you, is there a solution?"

"Don't worry, although the way of deduction for teachers is not as profound as your father and daughter, but you have some understanding of the general trend of heaven and earth. Your father's calamity is also related to the next calamity, and it is still early, but I can promise you that this calamity will help your father resolve it. Do you know if this is a disaster or a chance?"

Xuan Ling smiled when she heard it, she was still relieved of her master's ability, and she agreed with this statement.

"Then the disciple will go back to cultivate, improve his cultivation as soon as possible, and then he can also help the master. ”

The mosquito Dao man waved his hand, "Go ahead, when you break through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal, I will give you a few more spiritual treasures for the teacher, and give it to you now, you won't be able to exert its power." ”

Go back to your cave and sort out what you have learned from this retreat. Although both the mana and the primordial gods have reached the middle stage of the quasi-saint stage, their physical bodies have fallen, and they are still at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

took out the jade talisman and looked at it again, Lu Er didn't send any news back, I don't know if he found the gibbon monkey and the Chijiri horse monkey?

put away the jade talisman, and then smiled bitterly, muttering to himself: "Xiu Xian asked, time is really worthless, if you want to have strong strength, you should put in more effort than others." And if you are still cultivating both inside and outside, you will not have enough time. ”

After speaking, he began to think again, his Yuan Shen had not cultivated alone, and after the Nine Transformations of Devouring Yuan were promoted to the Da Luo Golden Immortal, they rarely used it, and if they wanted to make the Yuan Shen strong, they could only suck the souls of others.

But after the symptoms after devouring during the period when he was first born, he found that if he didn't practice to the fourth layer, these mixed divine soul memories would always exist in the sea of consciousness, and the number was so small that it was fine, but if he swallowed enough divine souls, he would definitely be counterattacked at that time.

And the fourth layer, now it seems that his imagination was too naïve, this ability to comprehend the true spirit consciousness is not something that can be done by quasi-saint cultivation, and it can only be explored when cultivating to the mixed yuan golden immortal.

The mosquito Dao man thought of his spirit treasure again, he didn't think too much about it at the beginning, and showed the soul breaking blade in front of the two of them, these two people wouldn't be worried about their treasures, right?

After sorting out the road he was going to take next, the mosquito Dao man began to retreat again, this time he did not comprehend the law, but ran the refining chapter of the Nine Transformations of the Devouring Yuan, no matter how it is said, it is both internal and external cultivation, and the cultivation of the body cannot be left behind.

As soon as he entered the meditation, the mosquito path man suddenly shrank his pupils and looked beyond the sea of blood.

All over the wilderness are auspicious, the fairy sound is curling, the auspicious clouds are flying, the golden light is shining, the sky is raining boundless flowers, and the purple gas spreads for 30,000 miles. Flowers and trees are shaking each other, and rare and exotic beasts have opened their wisdom.

The mosquito people know that this is Hongjun's achievement of saints. He has always been concerned about when Hongjun will become holy, and he is very greedy for this method of beheading three corpses, in addition, he also has the comprehension of the law.

Although Hongjun has become holy, the mosquito Taoist has not panicked, and when he finishes the sermon, he will join the Tao, and the pressure on himself is not very great. He was more concerned about when they would be sanctified.