Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 18

Roar!
A resounding roar filled with endless joy came from an unnamed valley and spread in all directions. All birds were startled, their wings fluttered high, and animals galloped.

Then a white figure whizzed out from the valley and rushed straight into the sky, leaving behind a white fox, which landed on a higher hill not far away, revealing a young man in a white robe with a handsome face, probably in his twenties The appearance of the year old, long hair shawl, high spirits, this person is Zhang Yang.

After leaving Sanguang Mountain, Zhang Yang found a quiet valley full of heaven and earth aura. After decades of hard training, Zhang Yang not only recovered his injuries and mana, but also raised his cultivation level to the middle stage of immortality. For the battle in Sanguang Mountain I also made a summary, analyzed the pros and cons, and how to solve this situation next time.

Calm down, there are many questions in Zhang Yang's mind that he hasn't figured out. For example, the catastrophe is all in one's own way. He was obviously alone, how could there be Lei Hai?

Also, why did God's punishment come down for no reason?When I was subjected to the power of heaven's punishment, I didn't know why my mind went blank. When I woke up, I found that my whole body was scorched and seriously injured. What happened in the middle?These things are full of doubts, which Zhang Yang is eager to figure out.

But Zhang Yang also understands that he can't find out such a weird thing even if he wants to find out now, because there is no clue at all, and there is a wry smile in his heart. It seems that he can only understand it when he has reached a certain level of cultivation.

Heavenly Tribulation is a symbol of destruction, and at the same time it is a derivative of good fortune.

Sanguang Mountain was transformed into a form, full of catastrophes, and there was no time to take care of other things. After decades of hard work, Zhang Yang awakened his first natal supernatural power - the treasure-hunting divine light. Overbearing, this is also the reason why Zhang Yang shouted excitedly.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Zhang Yang stood with his hands behind his back, and when the mountain wind blew, he was hunting in white robes. He looked up at Buzhou Mountain, which pierced directly into Xiaohan, and felt the majestic, domineering, ancient and barbaric coercion rushing towards his face. There was a feeling of suffocation, Zhang Yang was startled, just about to use his kung fu to resist, this feeling of suffocation disappeared instantly without a trace.

"What a Buzhou Mountain, what a Pangu." With two soft praises, Zhang Yang couldn't help feeling a little awe and admiration in his heart. The Buzhou Mountain transformed after death is so powerful, one can imagine how powerful it was in life.

At the same time, Zhang Yang's fighting spirit was passionate. As a latecomer, he had the ability to foresight better than others, knowing the future direction of the prehistoric world, and he also had a unique skill in the world, such as refining the heaven and earth scriptures. Such excellent conditions made Zhang Yang feel proud Dunsheng: "The realm that you Pangu can reach, I may not be able to publicize it."

Looking away, Zhang Yang looked down at the world, the boundless mountains and rivers, a panoramic view, thinking that in the near future, in order to become the overlord of the world, the lich will fight, the sky will fall apart, and the two clans will suffer heavy losses in the end. Opened his mouth and uttered: "Ask the vast land, who is in charge of ups and downs?"

"It's a good question to ask the vast land, who is in charge of the ups and downs?" Just when Zhang Yang was sighing the world, a voice of exclamation suddenly came from behind: "It's so bold, with a big heart! I like the old pig."

No need to look back, Zhang Yang knew who was coming, the voice was so familiar, after Sanguang Mountain, this guy claimed to meet a bosom friend, and he insisted on following Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang was in a hurry to heal his injuries, so he ignored him, After retreating for decades, Zhang Yang thought he was gone, but he didn't expect that he was still there.

"You haven't left yet?" Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows lightly, without turning around, and said indifferently.

"Go? Why do you want to go? It's hard to meet such a bosom friend like you? If I leave, Laozhu, I will regret it for the rest of my life. Just rely on this sentence to ask the vast land, who is in charge of ups and downs? This is too much in line with Laozhu's state of mind, bosom friend what!"

While talking, a white cloud floated from behind Zhang Yang, and landed not far from Zhang Yang. With a straw belly and a pig's head held high, the pig Wuneng, carrying a nine-toothed rake, strolled towards Zhang Yang in high spirits.

"Friends?" Zhang Yang laughed dumbly, becoming a bosom friend with a pig, he hadn't thought about it yet, he didn't understand the world of pigs, nor was he interested in knowing, so he shook his head and ignored him, still looking at the rolling mountains in the distance.

"Humph!"

With a pig snort, Zhu Wuneng raised his head, his eyes were full of arrogance, and he patted his chest with one hand and said: "Just relying on my old pig's Taoist name, I hate the sky and the earth, I have no ring, the iron tyrant pig is incompetent, in the prehistoric world , People who want to be bosom friends with my old pig, can line up from the bottom of Buzhou Mountain to the top of Buzhou Mountain, don’t you want to? You really are a guy who has no fate.”

"Hate the sky, hate the ground, hate the ring? What kind of dao name is this?" Zhang Yang was startled, even though he knew he was bragging, he still became interested in his dao name.

"You don't understand that, do you?" Zhu Wuneng saw that Zhang Yang was interested in his Dao name, and immediately became elated, coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "It means that I have great supernatural powers and boundless magic power , There is a handle in the sky, I can pull it down, there is a ring on the ground, I can lift the earth up, the Iron Overlord refers to the old pig with copper skin and iron bones, the King Kong is not broken, are you scared by my Dao name?"

"Frightened?" Zhang Yang was speechless. If this broken dao name can scare people, then he would be damned. Cultivators often pay attention to cultivation, who cares about your dao name.

The cowhide blows loudly, and it is not afraid of being blown apart. It is almost carved out of the same mold as the second senior brother. The second senior brother's genes will not be inherited from him, Zhang Yang expressed doubts about this.

Zhu Wuneng also wanted to say that Zhang Yang couldn't take it anymore, so he jumped off the mountain and landed on a white cloud floating in the mountains, setting up the white cloud, he was about to float away.

"Hey, where are you? Wait for me..." Seeing that Zhang Yang was about to leave, Zhu Wuneng shouted and jumped down the hill, setting up a golden light to chase after Zhang Yang.

"Why are you following me?" Seeing Zhu Wuneng following up, Zhang Yang frowned, with a hint of displeasure on his face, he wanted to find some spiritual objects from the world before the Lich War had started, so what's the matter with him? Amoy?
"Um, you..." Zhu Wuneng originally wanted to say that you are my bosom friend, but seeing Zhang Yang's displeasure on his face, he quickly changed his words: "I'm just reminding you that many forces are looking for you now, you If you go out, someone will definitely find you."

"So many forces are looking for me? Why are they looking for me?" Zhang Yang was stunned. He was an unknown boy, what did they want for him?
"Everyone thinks that you got the innate spiritual root, so they will naturally look for you, not to mention that you killed so many people, the forces behind them will naturally seek you to settle accounts." Zhu Wuneng explained, while secretly observing Zhang Yang's expression, thinking To see how it reacts.

"So that's how it is." Zhang Yang showed a dazed expression. It seemed that the commotion last time was not small, and he was a small person, and with his cultivation base in the fairyland, it was enough!It seems that we can only avoid the edge temporarily. There are still a few treasures in Buzhou Mountain, which have not been taken out. It's a pity. ． ． ． ．

Suddenly, an excited shout came from the foot of the mountain: "Taoist Calabash is here!"

"Being discovered so soon?" Zhang Yang's expression changed, without thinking, he started to use his profound art, and just about to escape, suddenly dozens of escaping lights blocked his way.

"No way, it's so unlucky!" Zhu Wuneng was stunned, a little speechless, and yelled that he was unlucky. Just after he finished speaking, someone wanted to find Zhang Yang, but he didn't know that someone actually came.

The light dissipated, revealing more than a dozen figures, all exuding the aura of a fairyland, instantly surrounding Zhang Yang in the middle, leading by a thin old man who had reached the peak of a fairy, a half-step golden fairy.

Next to him was a young man in a yellow robe with a wicked face, pointing at Zhang Yang, with arrogance in his excitement, pointing at Zhang Yang and saying to the old man in charge: "Great Elder, he is the gourd Taoist, he is the one who stole the innate spiritual root, hurry up!" Capture him."

When it came to the innate spiritual roots, the eyes of a dozen people flickered, looking at Zhang Yang like a group of hungry wolves who hadn't eaten for three days and three nights, their eyes almost glowed green.

"It's really a narrow road to the enemy, I didn't expect to be an acquaintance."

At this time, Zhang Yang also saw the person in front of him clearly, and recognized Shu Laibao who chased him to Sanguang Mountain at a glance, his face sank suddenly, and anger rose in his heart. He is in trouble, he actually took the initiative to find himself, it seems that it is time to settle the score.

"Gourd Taoist, hand over your innate spiritual roots, and spare you." The Great Elder snorted coldly, his small eyes flickering with contempt, as if he was determined to show off.

"Yes, Taoist Gourd, the Great Elder is a half-step golden immortal. If you can't escape today, you should quickly hand over your innate spiritual roots, or you will bear the consequences." Shu Laibao stared at Zhang Yang with greedy eyes.

The Great Elder was also very cooperative with Shu Laibao, with a proud expression, his thin body shook, bursting out with the momentum of a half-step golden fairy, and ruthlessly pressed on Zhang Yang. ． ． ． ． ．

"Hold on to your sister!" Zhang Yang roared angrily when he saw Shu Laibao, regardless of 21, he took out the middle-grade Houtian Lingbao long knife in his hand, and slashed at Shu Laibao. ． ． ． ． ． ．
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