Prehistoric: The enlightenment is against the heavens, starting from the transformation of the three

"The essence of Gengjin!"

"finally found you!"

It was an inconspicuous little mound, with dazzling golden light inside and the breath of Geng Gold filling the air.

It was the essence of Geng Gold that Xuan Qing could not find!

Xuan Qing gently grabbed it forward, and the essence of Geng Gold burst out of the ground. , was taken into his hand, and after looking at it for a while, he put it away with satisfaction. He originally planned to leave.

But when he looked at the Bitter Bamboo and the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, as well as several high-grade spiritual roots around it, he suddenly I have other thoughts!

"That’s all, I’ll leave you some roots. It’s not easy, so I’ll just treat you two as pitiful!"

For a long time, Xuan Qing shook his head, showing a look of pity.

But soon, he fired countless magic spells at the bitter bamboo.

Then, the magic power was activated.

Boom!

A boom and explosion resounded throughout Mount Sumeru. Immediately, the slender bitter bamboo rose directly from the ground, then gradually shrank, and finally turned into a small and exquisite mini green bamboo, which fell into Xuan Qing's hand.

"The spiritual roots of heaven and earth have endless magical uses, not to mention the best innate spiritual roots. Wouldn’t it be beautiful to move them back and nourish my dojo!"

"As for the Eight Treasures Merit Pool!"

"As the saying goes, don’t miss it if you pass by, so bring it to you!"

After another spell, Xuanqing successfully took away the entire Eight Treasures Merit Pool. Then, without stopping, he took away several high-grade innate spiritual roots and several old rare elixirs. After looting, he left Mount Sumeru with satisfaction.

Xuanqing did not stay in the west, but spread out the golden light across the land and turned into a golden light and left the west. The duo here are at the level of Da Luo Jinxian He didn't dare to stay for a long time as a strong man. If he was discovered, he would be beaten even if he didn't die.

But just a few decades after Xuan Qing left the west, two figures came roaring from the distant sky.

It was Zhunti who greeted the two of them.

At this moment, the brother's face was obviously angry.

Zhunti was mumbling as he hurried on.

"What's so great? Isn't it just an innate spiritual root? There are many in our west, and there is even one of the best spiritual roots. So what about the emperor of the demon clan? Someone stole his treasure, and he still has the face to show off. It's really embarrassing. The demon appears!"

"So what if the Daluo Jinxian is in the middle stage, I really don’t like it!"

Zhunti got angrier and angrier as he talked.

The two brothers originally went out to look for the innate treasure of the Nine Tribulations Sword, but for a thousand years, even Mao couldn't find it.

At this moment, they got something Chance.

It was a high-grade innate spiritual root.

However, it was spotted by Emperor Jun and Taiyi of the Demon Clan at the same time.

After a fight, the two brothers were violently beaten by Emperor Jun and Taiyi. They gave in decisively. He just saved his life.

But Zhunti kept holding his breath in his heart.

Jie Yin glanced at his junior brother with disgust and said a few words of safety. At this moment, he suddenly saw a strange scene.

On the ruined land , there was a little flash of green.

I couldn't help but look carefully.

I didn't think it was important, and I was shocked.

"The spiritual vein was actually connected? How can it be!"

Hearing his senior brother's exclamation, Zhunti couldn't help but follow his gaze and was stunned for a moment.

"Senior brother, hundreds of spiritual veins hundreds of millions of miles away from here have been connected and are intact as before. How is this possible? Who did this?"

Jie Yin shook his head and did not answer, but his expression flashed with deep doubts.

People who do this kind of work are just full of food.

Is he a fool?

Obviously not.

Does he have an agenda?

It is even more impossible.!

What is there to gain from the barren West?

"How strange!"

"No, there is an aura of merit, and that is merit. That’s right. After the battle between Tao and Demon, it was the merit sent from heaven that prevented the West from being shattered. Did you and I experience it personally?"

"It’s definitely meritorious!"

Jie Yin suddenly shouted, his face full of shock and disbelief.

"Can you still gain merit by continuing your spiritual veins? I do not know how?"

As soon as he heard that merit can be obtained by connecting the spiritual veins, Zhunti suddenly showed envy and jealousy in his eyes.

Feelings, did that person connect the spiritual veins for merit?

Could it be that we, the West, have become a tool for other living beings to obtain merit? ?

"Damn it!"

"Okay, let's go. The existence that can think of gaining merit in this way is by no means an ordinary person. It may even be the powerful one who snatched the Chaos Bell. Just bear with it!"

The fact that the Chaos Bell was robbed is no longer a secret in the prehistoric era.

The great power that can successfully snatch the Chaos Bell from the hands of two powerful men in the middle and late stages of Daluo Jinxian is by no means a simple figure, and has even stepped into a new realm.

It is a realm that countless creatures throughout the prehistoric era want to step into, and they are looking forward to and worried about it.

What they are looking forward to is, what method does that person have that can break through in cultivation. What is worrying is, when can I break through?

"Hey, first someone robbed me of my spiritual roots, and now my merits are stolen again. Misfortunes never come singly!"

Zhunti sighed secretly, and immediately he drooped his head and was led back to Mount Sumeru.

However, when the two brothers returned to Mount Sumeru with extremely heavy hearts, when they saw the tatters, spiritual roots swaying here and there, and in a mess I was shocked when I saw the scene.

"No, who robbed my Mount Sumeru?"

"My millions of years of hard work have been in vain, in vain!"

"My Eight Treasures Merit Pool, my top-quality innate spiritual roots!"

"Who is it? Who is it? Who has killed me a thousand times and robbed my Mount Sumeru? You must die a good death!"

Serious roars rang out on Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti ran like a madman on Mount Sumeru. He stroked the deep pit left when his spiritual roots were pulled out, crying bitterly and filled with hatred.

One picture after another. The wretched face was full of pain.

God knows how much sweat and blood their brothers sweated, how much blood they shed, how many times they were beaten, and how many times they were cursed in order to build their own dojo.···

The past was too painful to look back on, and they could only bear it in secret, but they didn't expect that their home would be ransacked!

Even the proud innate formation is riddled with holes.

"Could it be the being who robbed the Chaos Clock? Senior brother, that guy not only robbed us of countless merits in the West, but also robbed our home. We have become poor again!"

Jie Yin fell to the place where the Eight Treasures Merit Pool was lost, next to a bottomless pit. His eyes were empty, and he had no love in his life!

"What a sin!"

It took a long time to hold back a sentence.

But then, he found a little golden light deep in the deep pit!

His eyes gradually widened, and after a long while, he exclaimed

"Junior brother, there is a treasure here!"