Honghuang: Rebirth of Lingzhu, I am the leader of the West

Boom!

The sound of the collision of supernatural powers resounded through the sky, and the cry of killing shook the world.

Above the nine heavens, blood flowed like a river.

The Witch Clan and the Demon Clan are fighting fiercely.

The magnificent heaven suddenly turned into ruins.

The palace collapsed and the fairy mountain collapsed.

Seeing this, Zhunti felt heartbroken.

Above the sky, the four masters of heaven are fighting against the twelve ancestral witches, the witch soldiers and spiritual treasures are fighting, the magic and witchcraft are competing for supremacy, and the laws are competing with each other.

In the past, they would have been no match for the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but now, with the help of merit, Di Jun and others had greatly increased their strength and could barely block the Twelve Ancestral Witches with the strength of four people.

The river map above the emperor's head and the Luoshu interpret the geography of vast galaxies and mountains. The sun's essence wheel releases endless golden flames to fight against the emperor's river.

With the Donghuang Bell in hand, it suppresses Hongmeng and suppresses the world. The bell rings, and the five-color divine light shines on the heavens. The sky and the earth are eclipsed, the universe is shaken, and time and space are ups and downs. With this innate treasure, Donghuang Taiyi can fight against six with one and never fall behind. , showing the supreme elegance of the Demon King.

Nuwa is clothed in rays of light, holding a heavenly sword, reversing the divine light of creation, and interpreting the laws of terror. She is a woman who does not give in to men, and stops the three ancestral witches. She is unparalleled and unparalleled in the world.

The melodious sound of the harp resounded throughout the sky. Fuxi played the harp, using the supreme sound to transform into a heavenly secret cage, trapping the remaining two ancestral witches.

Through calculation, the powerful people all know the ins and outs of the Wu Clan's attack on the sky. The Wu Clan respects Pangu and is the descendant of Pangu's blood. They believe that no one except them is qualified to rule the prehistoric world. They don't even recognize it, Hongjun Daozu, and How can we let the demon clan ride on our head?

The two clans have a long history of karmic grudges. This time the demon clan established the heaven, which completely aroused the witch clan's anger. After the great power of heaven and earth left, they immediately raised their troops to attack the sky.

"Two flat-haired beasts, die!"

"The prehistoric era was created by Father God Pangu. Only we, the Witch Clan, can be the masters of heaven and earth, and the Demon Clan must be destroyed!"

The ancestral witch roared.

The roar shook the world and shattered the stars.

The witch clan is a natural war clan. The more they fight, the braver they become, the more they bleed, and the stronger they become.

In addition, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, and the twelve with soaring fighting power The ancestral witches soon gained the upper hand.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Emperor Jun made a prompt decision and led the top leaders of the demon clan to set up the Hunyuan Heluo formation.

In previous battles, it was precisely because of this formation that the demon clan was able to compete with the witch clan.

"I really thought you were the only ones with the big formation!"

As Di Jiang roared angrily, the Twelve Ancestral Witches sacrificed the Twelve Capital God Flags. The witchcraft power stirred up and the evil spirit soared into the sky. They moved according to the mysterious trajectory, and the twelve laws were connected and finally merged into one.

An ancient vicissitude. The breath suddenly filled the air, ancient, majestic, powerful, sacred, and wild.

Looking at the burly body standing upright, with the sun and moon as its eyes, the blue sky as its head, and the spine as its irregular shape, the power of heaven and earth was horrified.

"Pangu!"

Even if it is just a phantom, the strength is less than one ten thousandth, it still scares them. The mountains stand still, giving birth to a strong despair.

Kunlun Mountain, Sanqing's expression is solemn and complex.

The phantom of Pangu's ax appears, accompanied by the ancestral wizard Pangu's strength Slashing, the Hunyuan Heluo Formation was shattered like paper. Whether it was the demon master or other high-level officials, they all spat out blood and suffered heavy losses. The lower-strength Daluo Demon God fell directly. At the critical moment of life and death, Daozu Hongjun Appeared.

The old Taoist looked unremarkable, but there were three thousand avenues following him at his fingertips. After colliding with the ancestral witch Pangu, he broke the formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and severely damaged the ancestral witch, leaving behind the demon palm sky and the witch palm. After receiving the order from the ground, he turned around and left with a handsome and unpredictable figure.

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Mount Sumeru.

Through the water mirror, Mo Yan could clearly see the first half of the Lich War. Nuwa's magical power to reverse the path of creation made him feel enlightened and suddenly enlightened.

The second half of Pangu's shadow was hard to see clearly after it reappeared, but Mo Yan didn't care. It was a great luck and opportunity to witness this battle.

Although the war ended, its impact was far-reaching.

Not only did it lay the foundation for the future of demons, heavens, witches, and lands, it also stimulated many powerful people.

Sanqing retreat, Zhunti Jieyin also retreats.

Moyan wanted to digest what he had gained and stayed in the Wugou Palace.

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Day and night alternate, and the four seasons cycle.

Thousands of years later, Mount Sumeru.

A figure in green clothes walked in the mountain, took out part of the innate spiritual spring and spiritual soil, returned to the Wugou Palace, planted the innate fruit core, injected it with rich vitality, then covered it with spiritual soil, irrigated it with spiritual water, and added some special innate fertilizer..

This person is Mo Yan.

After thousands of years of seclusion, he gained a lot.

His mana and physical body increased greatly, because he was quite inspired by watching the battle between the lich and the lich. Not only did his cultivation level increase to the peak of the late Golden Immortal, not far from the perfection of the Golden Immortal, but he also created a magical power with the mysterious light of life and death, which greatly increased his combat power.

Right now, he is cultivating spiritual plants.

In addition to the fruit pits he collected, there were also other fruit pits that Master permitted to submit to him.

You must know that the innate spiritual fruit that heaven entertains the quasi-sage power is the innate star fruit. This fruit is produced from the innate high-grade spiritual root star fruit tree. This tree absorbs the energy of 365 main stars in the starry sky and is born every nine thousand years. Three hundred and sixty-five star fruits will be produced.

For the Quasi-Saint Power, it’s just a taste.

For Daluo Jinxian, it can nourish the body and soul.

The heavenly court hosted thirty-six quasi-sage masters this time. There were two star fruits on each table. Jie Yin and Zhunti only ate one and put away the other.

The uncle took the star fruit in his hand, Mo Yan didn't dare to ask for it, but the master definitely took the star fruit in his hand. When he becomes Taiyi Golden Immortal in the future, if he doesn't use it, he can think about it.

What Mo Zheng focuses on cultivating is the star fruit. Based on the fruit core, injecting majestic vitality, and then using the high-quality spiritual soil from the bottom of Qianlian Pond and the innate pure water to assist, it may not be impossible to cultivate a star fruit tree.

If you are lucky, you will get a high-grade acquired spiritual root; if you are unlucky, you will get a mid-grade acquired spiritual root; if you are unlucky, you will get a low-grade acquired spiritual root; if you are even worse, you will get nothing and your efforts will be in vain.

Mo Yan did not extravagantly ask for innate spiritual roots. If innate spiritual roots were so easy to cultivate, they would have been overrun with them long ago.

Taking the ninth-grade white lotus as an example, it was only possible to reach the top-grade innate level after being personally cultivated for countless years by the great master who took the form of the twelfth-grade pure white lotus.

Of course, Mo Yan also pays attention to other fruit cores. They are all innate spiritual cores and have the potential to transform into spiritual roots. Cast a wide net and catch more fish, maybe one of them will be successful. You cannot stick to the star core.

After doing this, he stayed in the mountains for a hundred years, and his master and uncle were still in seclusion. He thought that he had traveled through time to become Qingxin Bamboo for tens of thousands of years, and had been a disciple for thousands of years. He had been wandering around Mount Xumi and Lingtai Mountain, and only went to Heaven to observe the ceremony for a short time. , he was very quiet and thought about it, and suddenly he had the idea of ​​​​traveling to the West.