Landed in the Floods 20,000 Years Ahead of Schedule

This mountain is formed by Pangu's backbone, and there is Pangu's coercion on it.

Anyone who steps up will be enveloped by Pangu's coercion, making it impossible to move an inch.

If the cultivation base is too low, he will even be crushed by coercion, and he will die without a doubt.

After Wang Shuo walked up, there was originally a coercion attack, but after Wang Shuo bloomed with the aura of the Qinglian origin, the coercion immediately dissipated. Instead, it was the mountain that gave him a feeling of closeness.

Pangu was conceived by him, and this mountain was the backbone of Pangu, and the breath of Pangu still existed, so it was understandable to be close to him.

Following the mountain trail, Wang Shuo did not fly up directly, but took a leisurely walk, as comfortable as strolling in his own back garden.

When he came to the mountainside, he saw a vine. There were seven gourds on the vine, and even the vine itself was innate spiritual root.

"These vines and gourds..." Wang Shuo narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"The seven gourds are all existences that can give birth to innate spiritual treasures, and even the last chaotic gourd can swallow the first six gourds and turn into chaotic spiritual treasures, making them a sacred object."

Chapter 031 Innate Gourd Vine

The surprise came so quickly, even Wang Shuo smiled inadvertently.

As far as he knew, three of the seven gourds formed by the innate gourd vines were obtained by Hongjun, including the last Chaos gourd.

Now, whether it is Zhutian Qingyun or Chaos Gourd, they have all been intercepted by Wang Shuo. He couldn't help laughing when he thought that when Hongjun came over, he could only see a pile of dirt.

Next, he stopped at the mountainside.

It took half a year to uproot the gourd vine and transfer it to the Chaos Pearl.

Now the innate gourd vine has not yet matured, and the seven gourds have not yet formed. Counting the time, I am afraid that it will take thousands of years.

So not in a hurry.

With the innate gourd vine, Wang Shuo was not satisfied, but walked around Buzhou Mountain and found a lot of innate spirit fruits, spirit roots, and materials.

After collecting them one by one, he began to continue on his way.

Because of the scenery along the way, Wang Shuo came to Kunlun Mountain after half a month.

at the top of the mountain.

Nuwa and Fuxi are practicing.

Wang Shuo began to climb the mountain, and in the evening, he came to the top of the mountain.

Nuwa and Fuxi sensed something, and when they looked back, they found that it was Wang Shuo...

Whether it was Nuwa or Fuxi, they all stared at him with wide eyes and mouths open.

There are currently two rumors in Honghuang, one of which is that Wang Shuo was killed by the Heavenly Dao Alliance on the Sun Star and was buried in the Sun Star.

The second is that Wang Shuo was seriously injured and escaped, at least not dare to come out for thousands of years.

In the end, more than two hundred years later, I saw Wang Shuo again...

"Senior Qinglian!" Nuwa spoke first.

At this time, Nuwa had matured quite a bit, her small face as bright and clean as white jade no longer had the blush she used to be, and she was no longer so afraid of life.

Under the perfect figure, a snake tail slapped the ground playfully.

Fuxi was like a reckless man, and his body was dirty. He was wearing a dress made of animal skins. He stared at Wang Shuo with wide eyes, for fear that this guy would do something out of the ordinary.

Only Nuwa patted Fuxi's shoulder: "Brother, don't be nervous. Senior Qinglian also gave us the acquired Lingbao. We have a good relationship, and we have not joined the Tiandao Alliance, so we are not enemies."

"Also, Senior Qinglian doesn't look as terrifying as the rumors in the wild." Nuwa said with a smile.

It is true that when Wang Shuo is not bullying people on weekdays, he is like a modest son, always smiling, giving people a very gentle and calm feeling.

It is difficult for such a person to be associated with the vile villains, the demons who kill without blinking, and the disobedients of Heaven.

"Haha! Sister Nuwa has eyesight, I know what Fuxi is worried about, don't worry, I won't do anything to you, and I have deceived the secret, even the heavens can't calculate me, so you don't have to worry about me coming to see you. Your affairs will be exposed, and you will be retaliated by the Heavenly Dao Alliance." Wang Shuo said.

"Sister doesn't dare to be, Senior Qinglian is here, there must be something that needs to be ordered. As long as Senior Qinglian speaks, the little girl will naturally do her best." Nuwa is still very humble.

Wang Shuo had no choice but to explain the purpose of his visit: "This time, I heard that Sister Nuwa has a unique understanding of soil, and she intends to ask Sister Nuwa to make me a mask with five-color divine soil, which can change my face."

These words made Nuwa stunned, change her face?There are many face-changing spells in the wild, why don't you just learn it and make a mask?

But thinking about it is relieved. Wang Shuo's current situation is like a mouse crossing the street. Who will pass the spell to him?

"But Senior Qinglian, I'm very curious, how did you know that I like to knead clay figurines?" Nuwa is indeed very strange. The matter of kneading clay figurines by herself is purely a personal hobby, and only his brother Fuxi knows about it.

His brother also often said that she was playing with things and was despondent, which became a special understanding in Wang Shuo's mouth.

"Haha, you don't need to worry about this matter, you make me a mask, and I'll give you a good thing." Wang Shuo took out the five-color divine soil with a smile and handed it to Nuwa.

Fuxi, who was next to him, hurriedly stopped him and said urgently, "Sister, no, if you help him practice treasures, we will be spurned by others in the midst of this flood. There is no hope of sanctification in the future, and there is no possibility of further progress, you haven't seen him for so long, and all living beings are cultivating very fast, and he is still in the early stage of Da Luo Jinxian."

Nuwa looked at her brother helplessly. The people who came here were not good. It was obvious that she wanted her to refine magic weapons. Why couldn't her brother understand it?

If you refuse, whether you can live today is a question, and what are you worried about being rejected?

"Brother, needless to say, senior is in trouble, I will help myself." Nu Wa was thoughtful, and immediately took the five-color soil and sat down to refine it on the spot.

Fuxi sighed heavily, then ignored it, turned his head and left, disappearing under the mountain.

Wang Shuo just sat next to him, watching Nuwa refining the utensil, until three days later, with Nuwa's coquettish drink, the mask made of five-color soil finally came out.