Honghuang: Guarding Xuanmen for 100,000 years, driving Hongjun crazy

Chapter 6 Huang Zhongli and the Twelve-Level Pure White Lotus!
On the top of Kunlun Mountain, outside Taiqing Palace.

Xuan Du couldn't stop smiling. He became a disciple of Taiqing Laozi and received the Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace from him.

Everyone would be excited about such an opportunity and gain!

"Junior Brother Xuandu, be careful not to get cramps from laughing!"

"You stay here and comprehend the Dao. I will continue to guard the gate of Kunlun Mountain!"

Muchen patted Xuan Du's shoulder, casually put the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler into his soul, then stepped on the auspicious clouds, cut through the sky, and leisurely walked towards the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

"Big Brother, you are a role model for my generation. When I have mastered my training, I will also go to guard the gate of Kunlun Mountain!"

Xuan Du said solemnly with an expectant look on his face.

In his opinion, even if he became a direct disciple of Taiqing Laozi, he could not be arrogant and spoiled!
Isn't guarding the gate a kind of enlightenment?

Otherwise, Muchen, the head of Xuanmen, would not have the cultivation level of a Daluo Golden Immortal while guarding the gate!
the other side.

Muchen lay back down on the rattan chair, feeling somewhat impatient.

Sure enough, the system's voice appeared!
[Ding! The host is detected to be blocking and testing Xuandu, and rewards include the top-grade innate spiritual root Huangzhongli, the twelfth-grade pure white lotus, and a pool of Sanguang divine water! ]

A green light and a bright white light were suspended in the system space.

In the light, there is a yellow plum fruit tree about a hundred feet tall, and a pure white lotus wrapped with the pure rhythm of Taoism.

In addition, a pond is also shimmering, looking very sacred.
"As expected of the Great Master Xuandu, he is so famous. This kind of reward is really generous!"

Muchen smiled with emotion.

In the original prehistoric history, Xuandu was the last disciple of Taiqing Laozi and the abbot of Xuanmen. He created immortal achievements during the calamity of wizards and demons and the calamity of conferred gods.

He has the merits of All Saints and Teachers, and is honored with the titles of Wonderful Joyful Heavenly Venerable and Five Manifestations of the Great Emperor.

Fame should not be underestimated!
"First find a place to plant the Huangzhongli fruit tree!"

Mu Chen thought for a moment and came up with an idea.

As the incarnation of the Kunlun Mountains' earth veins, he is very familiar with this blessed land of immortals.

In a flash, Muchen arrived at a vast fairyland thousands of miles away from the gate of Kunlun Mountain. It was a small valley where all kinds of birds and beasts were flying and galloping, and fairy herbs and flowers were swaying.

"Three Light Divine Water, now!"

Mu Chen shouted softly, and the pool of water in the system merged into the open space in the valley out of thin air.

It’s over a hundred feet in size!
Sparkling and otherworldly.

"so much?"

Muchen said in amazement.

In the ancient world, the Three Lights Divine Water is extremely precious. Apart from some blessed places and innate great powers who possess some, only the laurel tree on the Yin Star can continuously condense the Three Lights Divine Water.

The divine water of sunlight can dissolve blood, essence, bones and flesh.

Moonlight divine water corrodes the soul of the soul.

Starlight Divine Water can swallow the true spiritual consciousness.

However, if the three kinds of holy water are combined into one, they can remove all poisons, and can even revive the dead and turn bones into flesh!

"This pool is a hundred feet in size and dozens of feet deep. I'm afraid that even if the laurel tree condensed for millions of years, it would not be able to match even one tenth of the Three Lights Divine Water that I possess!"

"It's done, it's done!"

"The Yellow Plum Fruit Tree and the Twelve-Rank Pure World White Lotus are manifesting!"

As Muchen's mind changed, the Huangzhongli fruit tree, a top-grade innate spiritual root, took root dozens of feet away from the pond, and immediately stretched out its branches and leaves, flowing with the rhythm of the heaven-defying Tao.

The Twelve-Rank Pure World White Lotus fell into the pool, greedily absorbing the Three Lights Divine Water. The entire white lotus became deeper, and a few small lotus leaves appeared on the nearby water surface. Among the lotus leaves were small flower buds visible to the naked eye.

"Could it be possible that the twelfth-grade Pure World White Lotus can reproduce?"

Although Muchen was confused, he didn't dwell on it too much. To breed a new Pure World White Lotus, it would take at least ten thousand years.

Turning his head, he focused his gaze on the yellow plum tree.

Dozens of fruits hang on the branches, exuding a sweet fragrance.

"This yellow plum is not an ordinary thing. It contains the law of wood attributes. And if I refine its powerful energy, it can save me from the pain of thousands or tens of thousands of years of cultivation!"

"However, this item cannot be enjoyed by one person alone. It must be shared among the three masters and several junior brothers!"

Muchen raised his brows slightly and muttered to himself.

As the head of Xuanmen and the eldest disciple of the Three Purities, his wish is that all Xuanmen disciples live in harmony and prevent the tragedy of fratricide in the future Conferred God Tribulation from happening again.

"Big Brother, did you do all this?"

Just as Muchen was about to pick the yellow plum, a slightly mature voice suddenly appeared.

The person who came is the Immortal of the South Pole!
Today, he has been the inner disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun for less than a thousand years, and his years of practice are extremely short. He looks like a bald old man, but he is still a little immature at heart.

"Junior brother, you came just in time!"

"Take these Huangzhongli fruits and the Three Lights Divine Water in the jade pot and present them to Master Sanqing!"

"Oh, right, Xuandu, White Crane Boy, and you can also take some Huangzhongli and Sanguang Holy Water, but don't be greedy for the speed of cultivation, you must lay a solid foundation!"

As he spoke, Muchen had already picked a few yellow plums and drank a few pots of Sanguan divine water.

She waved her jade sleeves lightly and stuffed it into the arms of the Antarctic Immortal.

"The Yellow Plum from the Ten Ultimate Innate Spiritual Roots?"

"And the Three Lights Divine Water, the first innate divine water in the prehistoric world?"

The Immortal of the South Pole swallowed and asked in surprise.

My own senior brother actually has such an opportunity?
"Go ahead, you idiot!"

Mu Chen smiled and sent the Antarctic Immortal away.

This junior fellow of mine is good in every way except that he looks a little anxious!
Done it all!
Muchen casually picked two yellow plums, then used his magical powers to fly to the gate of Kunlun Mountain. Sitting cross-legged on the cushion, he swallowed the yellow plums into his stomach.

Practice the Three Pure Ones Taoist method and start refining!
Comprehend the law of wood contained in the yellow plum!

A streak of green light enveloped Muchen, and the magical herbs and flowers around him were blessed and began to grow wildly.

In a trance, a natural and harmonious Taoist rhythm appeared on Muchen's body.

If you look closely, you will find that he is wandering in the void and in a state of enlightenment.

At the same time, in Taiqing Palace.

The Three Pure Ones looked at each other, unable to conceal the surprise in their eyes.

“I told you so. Disciple Muchen taking out the Hongmeng Heaven-Measure Ruler was just the beginning. Now he has obtained the top-grade innate spiritual root Huangzhongli, the Three Lights Divine Water, and the twelfth-grade Pure World White Lotus. Even if he is the biological son of Heaven, he wouldn’t be so perverted, right?”

“Think about it, I, the Three Pure Ones, am the authentic Pangu, blessed with supreme fortune from heaven and earth, but I don’t have the good fortune of Muchen’s disciple!”

"Could it be that we are waste?"

Yuanshi Tianzun spread out his hands and said with a self-deprecating look on his face.

But I couldn't help but tilt the corners of my mouth!
At this moment, he wanted to roar to the sky, "My disciple Muchen has the potential to be a saint!"

"Bah! Second brother, you are a waste, but you can't take me and Tongtian with you!"

Taiqing Laozi said this while fuming his beard and glaring.

In the center of the hall, the Immortal of the South Pole, who was holding the Huangzhongli and the Sanguan Holy Water, was immediately confused by this scene.

When did the three saints become so out of touch?

(End of this chapter)