Prehistoric: Beginning with Yugong Yishan

Chapter 342
In the Vacuum Palace, the blood on the face of Hongxuan Tianzun who was sitting upright faded instantly, and he let out a painful hum.

Then, he showed a relieved smile, and his dharma body finally exploded successfully.

"Master, fortunately, the subordinates did not disgrace their lives and exploded the Chaos Spirit Treasure!"

Hongxuan Tianzun used all his magic power to calm down the vibrating primordial spirit before reporting.

Fang Yang nodded, took out a ball of Sanguang Shenshui, and sent it to Hongxuan Tianzun.

"This thing is the Sanguang Shenshui, a holy thing for healing. You take it to heal your wounds. After you recover from your wounds, recondense the Dharma Body of Karma as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

After Hongxuan Tianzun hesitated a little, he took the Sanguang Shenshui.

Fang Yang knew what was on his mind and didn't expose it.He will soon let Tianzun Hongxuan know what is the True Fragrance Theorem.

Where Hongxuan Tianzun exploded, the chaotic void was almost blown into nothingness, and even the chaotic spirit treasure was blown out of shape. Under the extreme power, the chaotic spirit treasure bloomed from the middle, which was extremely miserable.

Of course, this is all because the Chaos Spirit Treasure suffered devastating damage during the First World War.The internal runes, formations, weapon spirits, and chaotic immortal auras were all destroyed.

If not, it is impossible for Hongxuan Tianzun's self-destruction to harm this treasure at all.

The Chaos Spirit Treasure has changed shape, and it is even worse for the Qianmen who are hiding inside the Chaos Spirit Treasure.

When the explosion happened, their bodies underwent hundreds of thousands of times of explosion and reorganization, and finally, their Daoguo was destroyed.

The Patriarch Qianmen was a Hunyuan Golden Immortal, and he survived by virtue of his tenacious will.His eight disciples were all destroyed in form and spirit, and died in the chaotic world.

After a long time, Patriarch Qianmen once again condensed into a physical body.

After he appeared, his body was staggering, and it was hard for him to stand still.At this moment, he was extremely weak.

Patriarch Qianmen looked around, but didn't sense his disciple's aura, so he couldn't help but look embarrassed: "Damn it, Patriarch, I have been in the prehistoric world for two calamities, and I have never suffered such a big loss. Where did this person come from?" , Self-destruct without saying a word?"

"You don't need to know who that person is, because soon, you will die."

A death-like voice resounded through the chaotic void, and then Fang Yang's figure appeared.

Seeing Fang Yang, Patriarch Qianmen immediately recognized that he was the one who bombarded the Chaos Spirit Treasure, Patriarch Qianmen's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"This fellow Taoist, you and I have no grudges."

He tried to reason, and used his three-inch tongue to convince Fang Yang.

Fang Yang had a mocking smile on his face: "This is the chaotic world, which appeared earlier than the prehistoric world. Don't you think it's a bit redundant to talk about grievances in the chaotic world?"

Different periods have different survival rules.

In modern society, people who pay attention to the law and morality will not be able to survive if they do not understand the law and do not pay attention to morality.

In the primitive era, there was no soil for the survival of laws and morals. Human beings had to have animal nature in order to survive and reproduce.

That's why Fang Yang felt that the words of Patriarch Qianmen were ridiculous.

Hearing the words, the Patriarch Qianmen knew that things could not go well, and in an instant, he burst out with mana, and Fang Yang made a move.

A bright knife light suddenly shot out from his palm, piercing through the void and killing him.

This knife split the chaos, the years, and all obstacles.

boom!
"you!"

Fang Yang seemed so surprised that he didn't even have time to react. His figure was submerged in the light of the knife, and soon exploded into a cloud of blood.

Patriarch Qianmen didn't expect himself to be able to kill Fang Yang, he just wanted to injure Fang Yang, so that Fang Yang would not dare to deal with him again.

However, he didn't expect that Fang Yang would explode with this knife.

"Ha ha!"

Patriarch Qianmen burst out laughing.

He has a feeling of turning around.One moment, he thought he was dead, and the next moment, he beheaded his opponent.

laugh!
Smiling and laughing, Patriarch Qianmen felt a chill in his heart, and his face instantly became stiff.Because he saw that a bloody hand went through his chest and pulled out his heart.

Patriarch Qianmen's scalp tingled for a while, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

"It's too early for you to be happy."

Fang Yang's voice was scarier than the devil, and the ancestor of Qianmen was trembling all over.

"Liars, people will always lie. If you don't make this final blow, how can I suppress you so easily?"

Before his body turned into amber, Patriarch Qianmen heard the last words he heard in his life.

After suppressing the Patriarch Qianmen, there is no obstacle to collecting the Chaos Spirit Treasure.

It took Fang Yang 300 years to disassemble the Chaos Spirit Treasure into a pile of refining materials before he got it into his pocket.

So far, his trip to the chaotic world has come to a perfect end.

As soon as Fang Yang returned to Honghuang, he immediately used the talisman to teleport back to the Great World of Destiny.He has a lot of treasures in his body, and he just wants to deal with these treasures.

In the hall, Fang Yang displayed all his gains.

Chaos piranha, chaos idol, Suihan Sanjun, Qianmen Patriarch, chaos spirit treasure fragments.
"The chaotic world is really a treasure land of geomantic omen. These treasures are all treasures. If it was in the prehistoric world, how long would it take me to collect these? No wonder the human race, witch race, and demon race have always been prosperous. Their hunting teams are in chaos. You can get a lot of resources with just one trip.”

Involuntarily, Fang Yang also came up with the idea of ​​forming his own hunting team and regularly hunting in the chaotic world.

However, there are too few available people around him, only Hongxuan Tianzun.A two-person hunting team, talking about it can only make people laugh.

He didn't go to Hong Zhou because Hong Zhou had no shortage of resources.

The Dragon Clan was also a prehistoric clan back then, so it was impossible not to go hunting in the chaotic world.Hongzhou got the accumulation of the dragon clan's two calamities, and he couldn't see the little soup in the chaotic world at all.

"There's no rush on this matter. Let's talk about it after the younger brother breaks through to the quasi-sage realm. I'll take out the benevolent corpse of the three Suihan Lords first, and see what the innate spirit treasure they used to kill the corpse is."

As he said that, Fang Yang didn't care whether the three Suihan Lords agreed or not, he sacrificed the secret lock, and pulled out the good corpses of the three of them.

Boom boom boom!
After three explosions in a row, Fang Yang successfully destroyed the good corpses of the three people and obtained three innate spiritual roots.

That's right, what Sui Han Sanjun used to cut the corpse was three top-grade innate spiritual roots, innate white pine, innate red plum, and innate solid bamboo.

Only at this time did Fang Yang know that the Suihan Three Monarchs were not incarnations of innate spiritual roots, but incarnations of innate gods and beasts that guarded innate spiritual roots.

The body of Taoist Baisong is a sky-drilling crane, the body of Taoist Hanmei is a five-colored bull, and the body of Taoist Green Bamboo is an iron-eating beast.

To the outside world, they have always used the name of the innate spiritual root they guard as their dao name, making everyone think that their body is the innate spiritual root.

Fang Yang didn't dislike the top-grade innate spiritual root, and with a wave of his hand, he brought the spiritual root into his natal world and planted it.

(End of this chapter)