Prehistoric: Beginning with Yugong Yishan

Chapter 47 Entering the Small World

At night, in the cave, Fang Yang stood by the pond, wiped his hands on the water surface, and a scene appeared.

In the small room, Xu Kun took the formula of panacea and studied it hard. He frowned deeply, and his eyebrows were squeezed together.

Even though he exhausted his wits, he couldn't fully understand the contents of the prescription.

"No! I must refine the panacea! I am determined to obtain the real fairyland exercises!"

Xu Kun slammed the table violently, and continued to look at his prescription.

It turned out that Xu Kun was not at all sure about refining panacea.He agreed to Fang Yang, just for that little hope.

His thinking at the time was that all the refining materials were provided by Fang Yang, and he would not lose anything if the refining failed. Moreover, as long as he was in Kunshan City, Fang Yang would not dare to touch him.

The Emperor's law can still play a role in many cases.

Fang Yang looked at Xu Kun and saw that Xu Kun hadn't noticed his peeping, so he confirmed that Xu Kun was an ordinary ascender.

"There shouldn't be any problems this time."

With a thought, a palm-sized puppet appeared in his hand.

The puppet is a gray-haired young man wearing a poor-quality cassock, which perfectly reproduces Xu Kun.

Things belonging to people in the magic way cannot be collected randomly.

There is no problem with Fang Yang's prescription for Xu Kun, and there is no problem with the medicinal materials, but there is a problem with the storage bag.

That storage bag was made from high-quality fairy animal skins, and contained a Nightmare Drop in it.The head drop technique is both a technique and a poison, and Xu Kun was caught the moment he opened the storage bag.

"rise!"

Fang Yang gave a soft drink, and performed the trick on the puppet.

On the other side, Xu Kun, who was struggling to comprehend the alchemy formula, suddenly felt a burst of exhaustion, and a strong drowsiness hit his mind instantly.

"Didn't I become a fairy?"

After this idea flashed in Xu Kun's mind, he fell down and lay on the table.

Fang Yang, who observed Xu Kun's actions, nodded in satisfaction. He used his mana to force a drop of blood from his fingertips.

The blood essence fell on the puppet, and after a burst of smoke, it penetrated into the inside of the puppet.

At the same time, Xu Kun was in a trance, and his consciousness fell into a dream.

In the dream, Xu Kun returned to the time when he had just cultivated to become an immortal. He stood alone above the nine heavens, with a mighty immortal energy above his head.

"Hahahaha!"

Xu Kun's hair fluttered and he laughed wantonly, his face was distorted.

He didn't realize at all that he was in a dream, let alone that someone was spying on his dream.

Fang Yang looked at Xu Kun's behavior in the dream with a complex expression.

"If there is no life and death book, it is not bad for these immortals of the small world to stay in the small world."

The lifespan of 5 years is too short. In a small world with scarce resources, it is difficult to step into the realm of true immortals.

Shouyuan's restriction forced the immortals in the small world to leave their world, leave their hometown, and come to the prehistoric world.

Xu Kun's dream was very long and messy. Dreams were originally grotesque and chaotic.

Fang Yang saw Xu Kun's entire life.

Standard mortal cultivating templates, alchemy, drug use, cultivation, experience, dead teammate, inheritance, depot, alchemy, drug use...

Everyone is doing what they were doing yesterday every day, which expands into a whole life, and the whole life is in a cycle.

Besides these, Xu Kun would occasionally have some unsuitable dreams.At this time, Fang Yang will cast a spell to turn the face of the heroine in the dream into a pig's face.

When Xu Kun saw such a face, he would immediately wake up from the spring dream and fall into a new dream.

After watching more than 1000 scenes, Fang Yang saw Xu Kun's experience of ascension.

In this era, Heavenly Court's control over the heavens and worlds is very weak.The Emperor of Heaven has not created the Feisheng Pond, so after the creatures in the small worlds of the heavens become immortals, they can only go to the wilderness by themselves.

Xu Kun searched for thousands of years before he found a passage leading to the prehistoric world in the small world.

"I found you! One hundred and eight thousand miles west of Kunshan City, Liangchuan River."

Seeing this dream, a bright smile appeared on Fang Yang's face.

With a wave of his sleeve, a puff of white smoke rose from the pond, and all the images in the pond disappeared.

Fang Yang relieved the Nightmare Drop on Xu Kun's body.

When Xu Kun wakes up, he will forget everything in the dream under the effect of Nightmare Drop.

Even if he sensed something wrong with Fang Yang, he didn't know Fang Yang's purpose, and he hadn't seen Fang Yang's true face, so the matter could only be let go.

Inside the cave, Fang Yang tried his best to maintain his sanity.

After learning the location of the small world, he wished to enter the small world immediately to preach.

Xuanxian is really too weak, and if he encounters a stronger existence, he can only be slaughtered by others.

The Golden Immortal is different. The Golden Immortal with the power of law can activate the Houtian Lingbao and the Xiantian Lingbao to leapfrog against the enemy.

Fang Yang happened to have two Houtian Lingbao in his hands.

Therefore, by breaking through the Golden Immortal, Fang Yang has a little bit of self-protection ability.

This night was extremely long. For 7000 years, Fang Yang had never felt that time passed so slowly.

After finally surviving until dawn, he immediately left the inn and headed for the west city.

Liangchuan River.

According to Xu Kun's dream, Fang Yang successfully found the space passage.

He didn't go in right away, he grabbed a fish spirit in the primordial spirit state, cast a spell on it, and ordered it to enter the passage to explore the way.

One day later, the fish spirit returned to the prehistoric world with a handful of soil unique to the small world.

"Not bad! You did a good job. You'll never remember what happened today, you know?"

Seeing Yujing come back safely, Fang Yang was very happy.He slapped the fish spirit on the top of his head, took out a ball of memory, and sent the fish spirit away far away.

There is no light in the space channel, it is pitch black, and the surrounding space is in a distorted state, and being in it is like entering a certain maze.

Fang Yang restrained his aura of mana and maintained his cultivation at the realm of a fairy. After an hour, a light appeared in front of his eyes.

He immediately felt that a chaotic atmosphere of the world of mortals came over his face.

Although there are mortals wherever there are people, the aura of mortals in the small world is much stronger than the aura of mortals in the prehistoric world.

In this worldly atmosphere, Fang Yang seemed to see countless scenes of life and death, sickness and death, joys and sorrows, love between men and women, love and hatred, and so on.

The small world is closer to the human world than the prehistoric world!
"go!"

Fang Yang accelerated his speed sharply, and with a sprint, he rushed out of the space channel and entered the small world.

The sky is bright and the air is clear, and the blue sky is like washing for thousands of miles.

In the fields, farmers are plowing and sowing, children are playing and playing, and occasionally there are bursts of roosters crowing, which is a farm atmosphere.

Small world, here we come!

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