Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 40 [One turn of Xuan Gong and travel through the ancient times]

"boom!"

As a wave of air swept across, the entire hall was swept away by a fierce aura.

"The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique, the first revolution."

For ten years, the vacancies in the nine orifices were filled non-stop, and on this day it was finally filled.

After the nine orifices are filled, it seems to have endless power, endless and endless.

"The second turn of the Nine Transformations Mysterious Technique requires the evil spirits from the ten directions to be poured into the nine orifices to temper the body."

"It's just a good opportunity to travel around the wilderness and see if I can find the treasures of heaven and earth that can temper my body."

According to the analysis of Dao Yan's system, Zhang Yan's body is not strong enough to withstand the infection of evil spirits, but it is not impossible. Just as Yu Ding said, if you really want to practice the Nine Transformations Mysterious Technique, you can temper your body first.

"It's time to go!"

It has been hundreds of years since I returned to Yuxu Palace, and it is useless to retreat to death.

After walking out of the hall, Zhang Yan first came to the main hall to say goodbye to Yuanshi Tianzun, and then went all the way down the mountain.

Kunlun Mountain is located in the extreme east of the Middle Earth. It is a rare mountain range in the entire prehistoric period.

Of course, compared with Zhang Yan's destination, Kunlun Mountain is just a small mountain.

Buzhou Mountain, no matter what myth it is in, is the largest mountain throughout antiquity, and is also known as Tongtian Mountain.

Pangu created the world, his eyes turned into the sun and the moon, his body turned into mountains and rivers, and that spine turned into the first mountain range in the prehistoric times that reaches into the sky and the earth.

Pangu created the world and went through millions of years, but the aura about him has not diminished at all.

As Zhang Yan advanced towards Buzhou Mountain, the trembling that came from his blood and soul was a kind of torture for him.

He could feel Pangu's unyielding will from ancient times with his hands on the sky and his feet on the earth.

Zhang Yan was immersed in it, and the mountain hundreds of millions of miles away seemed to have turned into Pangu at this moment, roaring to the sky, standing tall and straight, never taking a step back.

"Dip, an increase in host adrenal hormones has been detected, please pay attention to calm down."

Zhang Yan was awakened by the sound in his ears. He stopped suddenly and looked at the misty mountains in front of him, sweating profusely.

"It is said that Buzhou Mountain can hone one's will. Now that I think about it, this is true, but I would like to know how many people can set foot on the top of the mountain."

After thinking about it, Zhang Yan shook his head. This Pangu will can affect Zhang Yan's consciousness from hundreds of millions of miles away. What kind of terror would it be if it were close to the foot of the mountain?
  As for climbing to the top of the mountain, for Zhang Yan now, it's just a thought. At least he won't even think about trying it until he reaches the level of Daluo Jinxian.

"I heard that Buzhou Mountain is full of treasures. Even if you don't get close, you can still look for it. It would be best if you can find the spiritual treasure."

Zhang Yan said with a smile, just think about the treasures of heaven and earth. There are millions of yuan guilds in Buzhou Mountain. Maybe there were a lot of heaven and earth treasures in the past, but as time goes by, they have been turned over. Where is there left for Zhang Yan?

"But it is said that the Wu Clan is centered on Buzhou Mountain. If you have the chance, you can visit it!"

In the entire prehistoric world, only the Wu Clan does not cultivate the soul but only cultivates the body. The power that bursts out at the same time is extremely terrifying. Facing the monsters of the same level, they can knock people down with their bare hands.

You know, the Witch Clan cannot use magic weapons without a soul. Just like this, they can still stand shoulder to shoulder with the Monster Clan holding magic weapons. This shows their combat power.

"Where did this rat come from! How dare you come to my tribe to cause trouble."

Zhang Yan was stunned when a roar came from his ears, and at the same time a loud sound broke through the air.

"call out!"

Zhang Yan's expression suddenly changed. The power contained in this voice had an aura that made him tremble. That aura was not spiritual power, nor was it any kind of power that Zhang Yan had ever seen. But now is no longer the time to speculate about this. A large flag fluttered in the wind, casting countless black and yellow rays of light, covering Zhang Yan's whole body.

"Boom!"

When Zhang Yan raised the Wujixinghuang flag, the sharp arrow had already fallen on him.

The rippling dark yellow light exuded little ripples, and only then did Zhang Yan see clearly what it was.

It was an arrow feather. It looked very simple. There were strange patterns and symbols on the arrow. It was blocked by the Wuji Xinghuang flag. The power of the arrow feather was still there. It kept spinning in the air, with fire splashing and the air being rubbed. It exudes crimson red.

Zhang Yan's face was full of anger, and he opened his big hands. There was a mysterious aura of black and yellow in his hands. He seemed to have the power to control the universe. He firmly grasped the stagnant arrow feathers. It was the magical power he had previously practiced: "Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger."

"boom!"

The moment Zhang Yan grabbed the arrow feather, the entire land trembled. The remaining power of the arrow feather was introduced into the earth by Zhang Yan, causing the land tens of thousands of miles away to tremble for a moment.

"How dare you be dishonest!"

Zhang Yan saw that the arrow feathers in his hand were still restlessly trying to penetrate his palm, and a cold light suddenly bloomed in his eyes.

"Go back!"

Holding the arrow feathers with one hand, Zhang Yan moved his arm.

The majestic power swept the wind and clouds, but he saw the arrow feathers in Zhang Yan's hand being thrown to the end of the earth in an instant.

"call out!"

The sharp arrow carried infinite power, sweeping through countless leaves in the forest and heading forward.

"What a good method. He is worthy of being a little thief who dares to come to my Houtu tribe to steal things."

In the direction of the sharp arrow, a loud shout was heard, and a young man wrapped in unknown animal skins was seen, with his chest and back exposed, and his whole body was glowing with bronze.

At the same time, he had this big bow in his hand. Looking at the sharp arrows, it was obvious that this was the man who had just attacked Zhang Yan.

Facing the sharp arrows that were speeding towards him, the man was not in a hurry. He touched his back with his hand and took out an arrow feather in his hand and placed it on the big bow.

"go with!"

"call out!"

The arrow feathers streaked across the sky and turned into a streak of yellow light. In the blink of an eye, it spanned tens of thousands of feet and collided with the sharp arrow thrown back by Zhang Yan.

"boom!"

Despite this small arrow feather, the power that exploded at this moment turned the land for several miles into nothingness, revealing a deep pit ten thousand feet in size.

All vegetation and soil were wiped out in an instant.

"Amazing!"

Zhang Yan murmured in a low voice, and then looked at the young man wrapped in animal skins several miles away.

At first glance, Zhang Yan thought it was from the human race, but as he took a closer look, he discovered something was different.

This man was filled with evil aura. This evil aura was enough to make a Daluo Golden Immortal lose his mind for a moment. Even Zhang Yan was in danger of becoming a demon if he was not careful.

But the young man didn't seem to have any reaction. Zhang Yan couldn't help but think of the "Witch Clan", a race that competed with the demon clan in the ancient world.

(End of this chapter)