(ps: I'm working on the volume and sorting out the plot.,I didn't send it on time.,I'm sorry.,Thank you to my editor Tiger for giving the second recommendation of this book.,Thank you brothers for your unremitting recommendation since the book opened for so long.,This kindness is in my heart.。 Don't thank you, continue to bury your head in code words~~)

"Eighty, one hundred and nineteen...... Seven hundred! Ha, there are exactly seven hundred wishes left!"

In the Chiming Hall, Dongfang Huan counted Fu Zhao's wish power, and the more he counted, the happier he became, he didn't expect that after finishing this Tianhong Peak's dojo, there would be seven hundred wish power left, which would be something he could do again.

However, so much power was not brought before the construction, but after the construction, the people who came to worship gave him.

He didn't expect that this "immortal miracle revealed" would further consolidate his belief in incense.

Those people came to worship, there were acquaintances from Dingjun Village, one saw that it was Dongfang Huan, and then looked at the name of the hall as Chiming Hall, and immediately understood that all kinds of things here were the handiwork of the god of the stove.

Needless to say, Dongfang Huan took the initiative one by one, shouting Grandpa Stove.

"Grandpa, how can the deity be so old. Dongfang Huan touched his smooth chin and said.

was thinking about it, Dongfang Huan suddenly frowned, and noticed that someone was approaching behind him, so he turned around quietly and suddenly.

"Ahh

The green-haired little girl Xiaomeng was so frightened that she clenched her fists on her chest and screamed on the spot.

"Stop. Dongfang Huan said, Xiao Meng's voice stopped abruptly.

"Anyway, what do you want to do sneakily this girl?" Dongfang Huan swept her indifferently, and his fingers gave her a brain collapse.

"Oops......" Xiaomeng touched her head and pouted, a little hesitant: "I...... No, I didn't do anything......" said as he looked at Dongfang Huan's left and right hands with purring eyes, aiming at it.

"Hehe, little girl, you're looking for this. Dongfang Huan couldn't see Xiaomeng's expression, he knew what she wanted with his toes, and with his hand, the little white bottle appeared in his hand.

It is the good pot, the Fude Longtan.

Seeing this thing, Xiao Meng's eyes lit up, and she wanted to take it, but she just stretched out her hand as if she thought of something and stopped, looked up at Dongfang Huan, and shook her head: "Who wants this!"

Dongfang Huan smiled and shook his head, this little girl, if you want it, just say it, I don't want to give it to you, if you don't say it, how do I know you want it.

He was able to build this dojo so quickly, and the little girl who was the god of the mountain contributed a lot. Dongfang Huan was worried that there was nothing to reward her, and after the dormitory of the main hall of the dojo was built, he asked the little girl to open up a huge medicine garden in the back mountain, and moved all the treasured elixirs such as the life lingzhi in the mountain.

After moving over, he saw that some of the elixirs were too low, so he used a small white bottle to drip a few drops of the nectar of creation to boost their vintage. The effect of the nectar is naturally needless to say, just a drop can make a yellow essence grow into an elixir for more than a hundred years.

At this time, the little girl saw it, and stared at his little white bottle.

Dongfang Huan's mind moved at that time, this nectar of creation is only effective for living beings, and it is ineffective for souls and the like, and it has the miraculous skill of opening its spiritual wisdom, promoting cultivation, and rejuvenating and mending leaks, which can be called creation, I don't know if it is useful for this little girl.

As we all know, the little girl is a mountain ghost and a crypt spirit.

If it is strictly divided, outside the three worlds of humans, ghosts, and demons, there are actually some unexpected things.

For example, the little girl Xiaomeng belongs to the Three Realms, and her fate is not human, not ghost, and not demon elves.

This kind of elf is extremely unique, it is the condensation of the innate essence of some things, it is said that it has a body, once it is beaten to death, its form will disappear, and it can also be integrated with some things when it encounters a crisis, so that it is easy to hide. said that it has no body, everything that touches this thing is so real, in the records of the heavenly court, many ancient powers are not human beings, but are born from the cultivation of essence or the infection of human women.

Therefore, the elves of the mountain ghosts are the most peculiar.

Dongfang Huan had the mentality of giving it a try, so he gave her a drop at that time, and it really happened.

After eating this drop of nectar of creation, the little girl grew up a little faster than the naked eye. The little girl's eyes were also full of surprise at that time, according to her own words, after she ate the nectar of creation, she seemed to have a little stronger control over the Wuyou Mountain Range, although this increase was very small for her, but she could be sure.

This made Dongfang Huan have a guess!

The mountain ghost's control over the mountain itself is determined by its cultivation, and this cultivation seems to be a mountain ghost, it seems that there is no need to deliberately cultivate, just absorb the breath absorbed by the leylines gushing out of the crypt day and night. The strength of the mountain ghost's ability is directly reflected in the size of the mountain range itself.

When Dongfang Huan was on an errand in the heavenly court, the mountain gods also had three, six, nine and so on.

For example, the mountain gods of the Himalayas are ranked the same as the mountain gods of Changbai Mountain and Hengduan Mountain, which seems to be related to the strength of the mountain range itself, and the status of the mountain god of Mount Tai seems to be higher than that of the Himalayas.

From this point of view, the growth of mountain gods who are enshrined in the form of willpower is even more powerful than that of nature.

So......

He Dongfang Huan has a small white bottle that can transform his wish power into the essence of nectar of creation, and he will accumulate over time, and it is not a problem to cultivate Xiaomeng into a powerful mountain god.

What kind of scenery is it to have a powerful mountain god as his subordinate?

He remembered that in the heavenly court, among the mountain gods, it seemed that the mountain god of Mount Tai was the most dragged, and many immortals did not dare to bother with him.

"Come, little girl, open your mouth. Dongfang Huan said with a small white bottle.

"This is what you want to give to Xiaomeng, not what Xiaomeng wants. After the little girl finished speaking, she couldn't wait to open her mouth.

Thirty drops at a time, a whole mouthful, poured into Xiaomeng's mouth. Xiao Meng's eyes were full of joy, and she couldn't wait to swallow it in one gulp, and before she could digest it, she heard Dongfang Huan say: "The girl comes with me, it's time to work after eating." ”

"Hmph, I know you're not in a good mood!" said this, and the little girl happily followed.

Xiaomeng thinks that she likes this adult quite a lot.

Although the dojo was built, it was only preliminary, and Dongfang Huan knew that there were still many details in it that were not perfect, such as this simplest protective array.

Do you really think that what kind of Zhenwu Emperor's dojo, the reason why he doesn't dare to be presumptuous is guarded by the Zhenwu Emperor?

No, totally wrong!

Emperor Zhenwu didn't have this spare time, and all the reasons were related to the magic circle.

The magic circle of the dojo cannot be arranged casually, and once it is completed, it cannot be changed. If it is well arranged, no matter how powerful the enemy comes, it will be slaughtered, and if it is not well arranged, it will be a useless showcase.

Dongfang Huan stood on the top of the tall Tianhong Peak, looked at the surrounding villages, as well as the villages in the distance that did not belong to Anyang County, and felt that this land was full of many unknowns, whether it was good or bad, and he had to do his best to prevent it from happening. Since this is the case, then he can only do it himself and make a rock.

This rock is his dojo.

"One yuan gives birth to two rituals, two rituals give birth to four images, and four images give birth to gossip. The Bagua Array is too complicated, if it weren't for the Heavenly Beings, I would not have been able to arrange it, but I could barely arrange these four elephant arrays. ”

Dongfang Huan looked at the sky, pinched his fingers and calculated, and said to Xiao Meng who followed beside him: "There are nine zhang stone pillars in these places." ”