Honghuang: Rebirth of Lingzhu, I am the leader of the Western Cult

All the way to the east, rain or shine.

Hundreds of years later, spanning hundreds of millions of miles, Mo Yan finally came to the desolate Eastern Continent.

Crossing the boundary between east and west, a strong aura and majestic vitality rushed to the face, washing the Dao body, and the feeling was completely different.

The two continents seem to be separated by an invisible barrier, and the huge spiritual opportunity of the East stops in front of the barrier, not wanting to cheapen the West in the slightest, as if it has suffered a big loss if it leaks a little.

Drifting to the ground, Moyan walked in the mountains and forests.

One step at a time, move forward quickly.

At the same time, his mind sank into the earth, communicating with all things, and feeling the difference between the East and the West.

Without him, the gap between the two is too great.

Walking the same 600,000 miles, the western spiritual land is scarce, the living soul is sparse, the eastern only the upper spiritual land has dozens, and even has the breath of the best spiritual land and the lower grade cave heavenly blessed land, the living soul is even larger, all kinds of rare birds and beasts emerge in endlessly, there are countless strange flowers and plants, and there are no less than one million cultivating creatures.

There are thousands of Xuan Immortals, more than 10,000 True Immortals, and 100,000 Heavenly Immortals.

You must know that this is only the edge of the eastern continent, and the aura is relatively thin, which is ten times better than the interior of the west.

Fortunately, Mo Yan wanted to open up very much, purify his body, brush away the dust in his heart, not be disturbed by distracting thoughts, and not invaded by external objects.

Each flower into his own eye.

The East has the good of the East, and the West has the good of the West.

The former is rich and abundant, but there are many living beings right and wrong, fighting and fighting, and cause and effect are entangled, and it is easy to cause trouble; the latter is barren, lacking spiritual opportunities, and living beings are scarce, and it is relatively peaceful, and it will not be affected by the amount of calamity in the future, and there will be less cause and effect.

Unlike traveling in the West, Moyan did not measure step by step.

Both because of the time constraint and because his Word is in the West.

No matter how good the East is, it doesn't match him, and it's not a Tao.

One step across thousands of mountains and rivers, one thought to observe thousands of plants and trees.

Mo Yan is just a horse to see the Tao of enlightenment, even so, the mind sank into the earth, Shen Xuan Enlightenment, still benefited a lot, the Tao slowly improved, although very slow, can gather sand into a tower.

By the way, pick some exotic flowers and plants, collect some fairy gold and spiritual iron, and at the same time sprinkle some Western elixir seeds, and rain down vitality and spiritual rain to moisten the mountains and rivers, which can be regarded as the end of cause and effect.

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Spring goes to autumn, and the years are in a hurry.

Walking for 3,000 years, crossing hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers, Moyan has entered the hinterland of the East.

Looking back at the scenery along the way, not to mention the spiritual land, it is the middle and lower grade cave blessed land, he met thousands, and even several upper grade cave heaven blessed land, each with a master, surrounded by spiritual light, and there was no trade.

Three thousand years of time, Mo Yan has seen a large number of living beings, a wide variety, the cultivation is uneven, each with its own characteristics, there are Xuan Immortals, there are also Golden Immortals, and Taiyi Golden Immortals are not a few.

Although he does not like to fight, he will not be relentless when he encounters danger. He has killed several Taiyi, traced back to the source, searched for his dojo, and seized the other party's 10,000-year-old collection, in order to seek enlightenment and a pure Taoist heart.

He also rescued a few creatures with pure breath, and on the grounds of settling cause and effect, according to the level of cultivation, he collected unique spiritual objects from the East.

Mo Yan does not have the compassion of not asking for anything in return, and he is still alone, and since he has done good deeds, he naturally has to be rewarded.

Three thousand years have passed, he has crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, seen hundreds of millions of living beings, the heart of the Tao is clear and peaceful, pure and comfortable, and the Tao has accumulated water into an abyss, rising day by day.

On this day, Moyan stopped.

Looking at the majestic immortal mountain in front of him, he stepped up.

This mountain stretches for millions of miles, the pines and cypresses are evergreen, the strange flowers are in full bloom, the Yao grass is fragrant, the creation is abundant, and the Zhong Lingyu is beautiful.

It is a must-see check-in point for travelers: Wuyi Mountain.

Compared with Penglai Island, this place first became a sacred place for scattered immortals, and each peak is a dojo of one or more scattered immortals.

Their inheritance is incomplete, their cultivation is ordinary, their strength is average, and they don't want to be restrained or involved in right and wrong, so they gather in Wuyi, huddle together for warmth, watch and help each other, and after countless years, they have already become a trend.

Although there is no Da Luo in the town, there is Taiyi Mountain.

Although it can only occupy one peak or one cave, Wuyi Mountain is a blessed land, even if it is an ordinary peak, in the west, the lowest is a high-grade spiritual land.

Mo Yan did not alarm any immortals, avoided the living beings, quietly went up the mountain, gave full play to the characteristics of the innate spiritual roots, and explored the traces of the enlightened tea tree with the wonderful connection between the spiritual roots.

In the legend of the flood in the previous life, Wuyi Mountain has two treasures, which are the things that must be taken by the passengers.

Faced with these two most accessible innate things, he followed the example of other traversal predecessors and went to Wuyi Mountain to try his luck.

I am fortunate to have gained, but I have lost my life.

In the end, it won't be worse than it is now.

After working hard, even if you fail, at least you have no regrets in your heart, and your heart is pure and peaceful.

As for whether it is vulgar or not, Mo Yan doesn't care.

In his previous life, he scoffed at those who said that the flood should be unconventional, and never take the idea of enlightenment tea trees and treasure money.

Treasures in hand, help the road, is the point.

On Wuyi Mountain, Mo Yan was pure-minded, felt carefully, searched for a hundred years, and finally had a harvest.

With a turn of footsteps, the figure disappeared.

When he reappeared, he had descended into a valley.

The valley is ordinary, the aura is average, and it is closed and narrow, and the living beings generally do not choose to open a dojo here.

Looking up at the sky, the cliff wall is full of vines, verdant and luxuriant, vigorous, I don't know how many thousands of years to grow.

Mo Yan sat cross-legged and carefully explored the location of the innate great array according to the subtle connection between the innate spiritual roots.

Another hundred years, he opened his eyes, the magic eyes flowed brilliantly, soaring into the clouds, hovering in mid-air, his footsteps moved forward, the steps were mysterious, every step stepped on the formation node, it looked like he was spinning in mid-air, but after a while, Mo Yan's figure disappeared, turned into a point of light, and scattered into the vine.

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Spatial fretting.

A cyan figure revealed.

The rich aura makes the pores of Moyan dilated, and the whole body is soothed.

He is no stranger to this qi and creation, and it is the unique spiritual charm of the innate spiritual root.

Knowing that he had found the right place, Mo Yan stepped forward, shrunk into inches, and walked along the cave, the space became larger and larger, and his vision became wider and wider, and finally, he came to a huge space.

A towering green tree.

A tall stone platform with a golden treasure pot.

Mo Yan's face was happy, and he first put the Yuanshen brand into the verdant tree, this treasure tree is the top-grade innate spiritual root enlightenment tea tree, and it is also the innate mother tea tree.

Every 9,000 years, nine taels of tea will be produced.

It can enhance understanding, purify the Dao heart, and assist living beings to realize the Dao.

Even for Da Luo Jin Xian, there is a certain mystery.

After learning about the Enlightenment Tea Tree, he walked to the high platform and saw the legendary cornucopia and the treasure money in the pot.

The cornucopia is golden, the material is the congenital copper mother, inlaid with innate pearls, agate, jadeite and other colored gemstones, and the four words are condensed with the congenital road pattern: luck and treasure.

Falling treasure money, round square holes, copper coin appearance, with a pair of wings, looming innate patterns.