Buddhist disciples of the prehistoric

Chapter 445 Practice
But things have already happened, no matter how unwilling Haotian is in his heart, there is no way to change this reality, he can only watch the Pantheon Palace helplessly, and divide his luck from the heaven.

And the newly established Pantheon Palace also ushered in its first wave of guests, a group of powerful people from the human race.

"I've seen Mrs. Doumu." The powerful human race headed by Fuxi bowed slightly to Doumu.

Doumu didn't show the friendly gesture of an ally, but was very cold. He just nodded and said, "I already know the reason for your visit, please wait a moment."

"Your Majesty, just make arrangements." Fuxi replied very politely.

Doumu didn't say any more, just took out a jade slip, closed his eyes slightly, and directly used his divine sense to engrave her realization of breaking through the Hunyuan into it.

Not long after, Doumu opened his eyes, sent the jade slip to Fuxi with a light hand, and said: "This is the condition promised before, and now your human race and my Shinto can be regarded as a clean slate. "

It turns out that the entry of the human race into the astral world was not a cooperation between Shinto and them, but a purely profit transaction.

A part of the human race from the Huoyun Cave entered the Star Realm, and another branch of the human race was created. But since then, they no longer respect the many great sages of the human race in the Huoyun Cave, but believe in countless gods in the Star Realm.

On the Shinto side, in addition to Doumu's perception of breaking through the Hunyuan, he also paid a lot of spiritual objects collected by the gods.

"Naturally." Fuxi didn't look at the contents of the jade slips, and put the jade slips away, and then said with a smile: "I think Shinto is busy now, so I won't bother you too much."

It's not that Fuxi trusts Doumu so much, it's just that this kind of transaction is equal to both parties. If you use small tricks, you will pay more in the end.

"I won't see you off." Doum just stood up politely, watching Fuxi and others leave.

After all the great sages of the clan left, the gods who were watching from the apse came out one after another.

"Ma'am, Fuxi, the emperor of the human race, is about to break through the Hunyuan?" A certain great god asked with a frown.

Doum thought for a while before he opened his mouth and said: "Fuxi's method of proving the Tao is different from the methods of proving the Tao in the prehistoric world. It should be created by him by gathering the power of the human race."

Only this statement can explain why Fuxi, who is the reincarnation of the demon saint, the emperor of the human race, and the elder brother of Nuwa, has not yet proved the Tao.

"However, Fuxi's Taoism has reached the extreme below the holy realm. Maybe it won't be long before Honghuang will have another Hunyuan Daluo." Doumu said in an inexplicable tone.

"Then... If Fuxi seeks the Emperor's Dao fruit of my Shinto, what should I do?!" Another god said worriedly.

The human race is the protagonist of today's world, and Fuxi, as the emperor of the human race, is not unqualified to fight for the real emperor's Dao fruit.

But this dao fruit has long been regarded as a taboo by Shinto. Unless it is a god of Shinto, any other monk who dares to be tempted by the emperor's dao fruit will be calculated by Shinto and hit by Shinto.

Like Dong Wanggong, the head of the male immortal canonized by Daozu Hongjun, he once had thoughts about Tianhuang Daoguo, but as soon as he started, he was killed by Shinto through the hands of Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

Even Di Jun, the head of the demon clan's Heavenly Court, who was so powerful and so powerful that saints had to avoid him, called himself the Emperor of Heaven, not the Emperor, because he was worried about the schemes of the elders of the Shinto.

After all, in which period of Shinto, there is no possibility of reappearing in the wild, so although many gods are still alive, their hearts have long since died.

Facing this group of gods who are desperate but powerful, Di Jun also worried that he would be tricked by the Shinto elders just because of the word "Tianhuang", so he simply took another title.

But at that time, at this time, at that time, the divine way was destroyed, and those old people were too deeply involved with the divine way, and there was almost no possibility of further progress, so they were naturally willing to desperately intercept and kill the monks who coveted the emperor's Taoist fruit.

But now it is different, it is not impossible for them to break through, since the way ahead is clear, how can they be willing to die?
"Don't worry, I've already thought of a way to deal with this matter." Doum said calmly.

In fact, Doumu's solution is very simple, that is, she gets the Emperor Dao fruit herself, so that even if Fu Xi has all kinds of thoughts, there is nothing she can do.

Seeing that Doum had a way to deal with it, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, stopped discussing Fuxi's matter, and started arguing about the division of priesthood in the astral realm.

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Outsiders don't know about the internal affairs of the Shinto, and Mo Ke only watched them build the star world, then withdrew his attention and continued refining the magical talisman treasure.

After practicing hard for a hundred years, Mo Ke exhausted all the materials before getting up and leaving the level.

After a short rest, Mo Ke rushed to Paradise, found Amitabha and Zhunti, and took out the magical talisman he had refined.

Fortunately, neither Amitabha nor Zhunti had retreated, otherwise, Mo Ke didn't know how long he would have to wait.

"Teacher, Uncle Master, I refined this according to what you said, Teacher, and I named it the Magic Talisman Treasure." Mo Ke held a talisman with two spirit wheels in his hand, happily Said.

"Oh?" Zhunti frowned slightly, and said with interest: "What's the use of your talisman?"

"Master, don't underestimate my talisman, it was carefully designed and refined by me." Mo Ke said with some pride: "Now this talisman only has one effect, that is to speed up The growth of innate spiritual roots!"

Speaking of this, Mo Ke's face suddenly froze, and his whole body became very unnatural, and he said distressedly: "I forgot to test how much time this can speed up."

"It's okay, you can experiment in the Paradise of Paradise, let us see your talisman." Amitabha said, and then brought the three of them to an innate spiritual root with a blue spiritual fruit hanging on it.

"This innate spiritual root will take more than 200 years to mature, so you can use it for experiments."

"Okay." Although Mo Ke was a little annoyed just now, he quickly regained his rationality. He took out a stack of talismans, took out one of them and activated the talisman directly with mana. The stored aura can speed up the ripening of the fruit.

In a blink of an eye, 200 years have passed. During these 200 years, Mo Ke has been staying by the spiritual root, always recording the growth of the spiritual root, so as to get a more accurate answer.

Amitabha and Zhunti did not leave either, but they were all busy with their own affairs, and only occasionally looked at Mo Ke's situation.

"Teacher, uncle, the spirit fruit is about to ripen!" Mo Ke said excitedly.

The cyan fruit hanging on the spiritual root began to absorb a large amount of spiritual energy, turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

(End of this chapter)