The Great Talisman

　　 Still sitting on the ground with Bai Ze's bitter face, Yang Sanyang shook the chair unhurriedly, raised his head and looked into the distant sky, with a little light in his eyes, and the innate gossip constantly deduced all his layout.

　　 If you can really capture the three thousand innate gods for your own use, Amitabha will have the foundation and will no longer be rootless duckweed.

　　 Although the power of faith has transformed the Amitabha phenomena from illusion into reality, it has no foundation after all. One day when faith is broken, it will be restored to its original form in an instant.

　　 Only the self-sufficient world created by oneself is the true foundation, and no one can take it away.

　　 Although it is good right now, it is like a raging fire, but after all, it is a castle in the sky.

　　 The power of faith is the most reliable, but it is also the least reliable. There are too many variables in this. Thinking about the keyboard man on the Internet in the past life, the inversion of public opinion and the change of the situation make people shudder involuntarily.

"Difficult! Once there is a saint again in the future, or if the word of mouth is accidentally broken, it will be too late for me to regret it! Besides, who knows that it is mine? Everything is done by Amitabha, and I What's the matter?" Yang Sanyang scratched his chin: "Amitabha's power in the sacred path, coupled with the accumulation of thousands of years, if even the innate gods of the golden immortal realm can't surrender, just hit and die."

　　 "I said kid, you have to think carefully, don't get yourself trapped!" Bai Ze said dull, his eyes blinking at Yang Sanyang.

"You haven’t seen the power of a saint. Since the last great catastrophe of the gods and demons, thousands of years have passed, and endless power of faith has been accumulated. It is not difficult to surrender three thousand gods! I just don’t know if it will be possible. There are so many gods designed by me!" Yang Sanyang showed a touch of worry.

"Haha, you're afraid that you don't know the attractiveness of Dingfeng Pill. Don't talk about ordinary gods. Even if the divine emperor has moved his mind, what do you say?" Bai Ze felt a little heartache, but you didn't hand it over the Dingfeng Pill. This congenital spirit treasure cannot be kept.

　　 "By the way, an innate spirit treasure, can you do it instead of your Dingfeng Pill?" Bai Ze hesitated slightly.

"Change! Of course! It's a fool if you don't change!" Yang Sanyang said without hesitation: "Dingfeng Pill can only work at a certain stage. After this stage, after it is proved to be a god, it will have no effect. I am afraid it is. No fool is willing to take out the Innate Lingbao in exchange for my Dingfeng Pill."

　　 Bai Ze heard the words silently, there was a ghost in his heart, so he didn't dare to take the conversation, just muttered: "You said, when will the next great tribulation of the gods and demons erupt?"

　　 "Within ten thousand years, it will definitely explode!" Yang Sanyang made a decisive decision. He accumulated ten thousand years of heritage in order to lay the foundation before the great calamity of the gods and demons.

　　 It would be too stupid to pin all hopes on the future, and pinning on others to be unable to become enlightened.

　　To transform the gods, it is imperative!

　　 "Ten thousand years..." Bai Ze pondered a little, and thought to himself: "If I pretend to be confused, it would not be difficult to delay these ten thousand years. Just how do I explain to the **** emperor after I go back?"

"Boy, I don't want to hide it from you. The **** emperor said that he would borrow your Ding Fengzhu for enlightenment. If you can't get the Ding Fengzhu, I am afraid that I will not be able to go back to the **** emperor?" Bai Ze threw the question to Yang Sanyang.

Yang Sanyang looked inexplicable when he heard the words, and then smiled: "It's a mere tens of thousands of years, with a flick of your finger, what are you going to do? Just stay here and forget it. When the gods and demons break out, where can the **** emperor care? Dingfeng Dan."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "It makes sense!" Bai Ze touched his beard.

　　 was talking, suddenly Yang Sanyang's heart moved, the Qi machine in his body sensed, and a flood of information from the old man's law flew out, flooding Yang Sanyang's mind overwhelmingly.

　　 Even with Yang Sanyang's current cultivation base, he still felt dizzy in his brain, and he couldn't help but hum, and then slowly recovered his clarity.

　　 "What's the matter?" Bai Ze noticed that Yang Sanyang's body qi was disordered, and hurriedly stepped forward to worry.

　　 Yang Sanyang closed his eyes, did not respond to Bai Ze's words, but constantly digested the information from the dark:

　　 "Five birds and seven fire fans!"

　　Houtian magic weapon, five birds and seven fire fans, is one of the most supreme treasures of Taoism.

　　 The five birds are not certain, but five kinds of birds are randomly selected. The stronger the selected birds, the greater the power of the treasures refined.

　　 "If you can make a fan with five animals and seven fires, even if you are the true **** of Da Luo, you must avoid three houses and three points! Burning the mountains and boiling the sea is just waiting!" Yang Sanyang's brows moved, and a touch of expression appeared in his eyes: "Good treasure! Good treasure!"

"Just choose five kinds of birds, but it's difficult!" Yang Sanyang was lost in thought, closed his eyes, and knocked on the wicker chair: "Golden Crow Feather, I have a good relationship with that bird, so I may not be able to ask for it. It's one of them."

　　 "If you talk about birds, they belong to the Phoenix clan!" Yang Sanyang thought in his heart: "The Golden Wing Roc is under the mountain. If you can pull out the hair of the Golden Wing Roc, you will have two together."

　　 "If you can pluck the feathers of Feng Zu, and count the feathers of the peacocks, there are four!" Yang Sanyang thought to himself: "Also, the great **** Kunpeng of the bird family..."

　　Count and calculate, there are really countless innate bloodlines in the prehistoric, and there are too many materials to choose from.

　　 To refine, naturally refine the best!

　　Yang Sanyang kept making calculations in his heart: "The Golden Winged Roc, I won’t be able to move him for the time being. After the Phoenix tribe gets out of the way, he will be brought under his command. Now...it shouldn’t matter if you pluck the hair?"

　　 "Nothing! Nothing!" Yang Sanyang didn't dare to tell Bai Ze that he wanted to pluck Fengzu's feathers and Golden Crow's hair, otherwise he would have to fight him hard.

　　 "Did you really think carefully?" Bai Ze stared at Yang Sanyang earnestly.

　　 "Of course, even the way to break the catastrophe, I have thought about it! I naturally have a way to pick myself out!" Yang Sanyang said unhurriedly.

　　 "You...oh..." Bai Ze tried to say something, but after all he didn't say it, and closed his eyes with a sigh.

　　 Yang Sanyang didn't say much, he was thinking about refining five birds and seven fire fans, and he had to find ways to suppress these innate gods. Recently, he has been a bit busy.

　　 When Yang Sanyang was thinking about this, he suddenly saw a divine light across the horizon, and the majesty of the gods permeated the entire universe, and a magnificent voice resounded throughout Fang Cunshan: "Clan Lu, come to visit!"

　　 "My ancestor is in a retreat and is wandering in vain, fellow Taoists come with me!" Tong'er walked out of the mountain carelessly and guided Lu Xiang into the mountain.

　　 "He is Lu Xun? I can't see any ability, he is a lot worse than the ancestor, and not much worse than you." Yang Sanyang looked sideways at Bai Ze.

"This is not to be underestimated, I dare not say other skills, but the ability to escape is first-class and powerful. Even if the **** emperor takes action, we must make thorough preparations, otherwise I am afraid that we can't be the same." Bai Ze shook Shaking his head, his face solemnly said: "Each innate **** must not be underestimated, he has the ability to look after his family."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "What is the skill of the ancestor?" Yang Sanyang asked.

　　 "Seek luck and avoid evil!" Bai Ze said lightly.

　　騊駼 just walked into the mountain, but saw rainbow light passing by the horizon one after another, the divine glory swayed constantly, flashing the majestic debut, overwhelming the universe.

　　 "Xiyi please see the ancestor!"

　　 "Wu Dogs came to the door, and I hope Tong'er will do Tongbing!"

　　 "Because I want to see fellow Taoists!"

　　 "……"

　　 The divine light circulates in the sky, the divine glory permeates the sky, and the coercion pervades, but in a short moment, there are hundreds of divine light.

　　 "There are hundreds of innate gods!" Yang Sanyang sighed.

　　 "They are all innate gods, although they are only the lowest level innate gods, they are all the generations of the origin of the law of cohesion" Bai Ze whispered.

　　The origin of the law of cohesion is the realm of golden fairy.

　　 "You still have time to stop now!" Bai Ze whispered advice.

　　Yang Sanyang shook his head: "I opened the bow without turning back the arrow. After spending such a great effort, how can I stop?"

　　 Bai Ze sighed, did not speak, just lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

　　 In fact, Yang Sanyang somewhat underestimated the temptation of Dingfeng Dan. Although the first worshippers were some small tribal gods, the smaller the tribe, the more important it was for Dingfeng Dan.

"Causality! When the gods came to Fangcun Mountain, they were caught in the quagmire of cause and effect!" A white light flickered behind Yang Sanyang's head. A monk dressed in white and holy in white, with a rosary twisted in his hand, appeared beside him~www. readwn.com~Sage! ! ! Bai Ze stood up in shock.

　　 Amitabha does not reveal the slightest coercion, and all his qi energy converges to the extreme. Unless he is seen by his eyes, he will not be aware of his qi energy at all.

　　 "Ten thousand years of planning, a fellow Taoist and Daoist has gone, whether it is a dragon or a worm in the future, it depends on today!" Yang Sanyang said to Amituo.

　　 Amitabha smiled: "Three thousand years! Three thousand gods!"

　　 "I'm afraid that the gods won't give me three thousand years." Yang Sanyang shook his head.

Amitabha smiled, did not say much, just turned and disappeared in the mountains and forests: "You are too small for the deity's indifference to time. Three thousand years is very long for you, but for the innate gods, it is only a mere retreat. It’s time for cultivation, they can afford to wait."

　　 "I can't see anything strange" Bai Ze touched his chin, his eyes showing a little thought.

　　 "The saint is nameless and has no merit. He has jumped out of the Three Realms and is not in the Five Elements. If he doesn't want to be a saint, who can see him?" Yang Sanyang shook his head.

　　 Seeing Yang Sanyang start to move, Bai Ze stopped persuading him, just smiled, and then stopped talking.

　　 "Brother, why is the courtyard so embarrassed?" Wa walked out of the palace in a daze, saw a mess in the flower garden not far away, and said in amazement: "Who smashed the flower bed?"

　　Wa stood aside and began to grind her teeth, but she took a lot of effort to trim these flower gardens. At this time, seeing that they were destroyed, she couldn't help but feel angry.

　　 After hearing what Wa said, Yang Sanyang shook his head with a wry smile, without explaining, but just said: "Recently, the mountains are not peaceful, and the younger sister still needs to practice hard work behind closed doors in the palace and cannot go out."