Prehistoric: From False Chaos God Demon Gou to Nu Wa Sanctification

Time is like a dog-killing knife, killing many licking dogs.

The top of Buzhou Mountain.

A vast different space stands on it, and no one has ever been to this time and space.

Dijun and Taiyi may be the first batch of customers.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Quack quack quack quack!"

The two laughed wildly, and both laughed out the lips of the three-legged Golden Crow.
In the human world, there is a new method of cultivation.

Refining essence to transform Qi, refining Qi to transform spirit, refining spirit to return emptiness.

This is the method of building a foundation, one of the golden elixir avenues.

After building the three realms of foundation, human beings can become flying immortals and become human immortals. From then on, there is great hope.

This is the method of self-cultivation created by Lao Tzu for human beings. Through building foundations and tempering the golden elixir, the Yuanying is transformed into the primordial spirit, and the primordial spirit condenses mana, and finally cultivates immortality.
Lao Tzu has been walking in the human race for many years, the world of mortals cultivated his mind, the mortals of mortals realized the Tao, and became immortals of mortals.

Enlightened at Shouyang Mountain, he came to the sky and shouted: "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. When a sage comes out today, my Tao will be completed."

On the top of Lao Tzu's head is a picture of Tai Chi, the rays of the sun shine in all directions, and there are thousands of auspicious lines.

A layer of purple halo covered Lao Tzu, and the sacred aura swept across Shouyang Mountain and spread to the earth.

Like an independent, transcendent and holy god, supreme.

The primordial purple energy in Lao Tzu's mind led him through the process of proving the Tao and becoming a saint.

With head held high and chest high, Lao Tzu chanted to the sky, to the earth, and to all beings.

"I am one of Pangu's authentic Sanqing, Lao Tzu of Taiqing, a direct disciple of Daozu Hongjun. Today, I founded Jindan Dao and a scripture "Tao Te Ching", inheriting the mantle of Daozu Hongjun, the post of education, and education. The way for human beings to cultivate the truth and become immortals has consummated merits and virtues. Therefore, I am establishing a great teaching called: Humans. I use the innate treasure Taiji diagram to suppress people's luck! People teach, establish!"

The purple air comes from the east, and golden lotuses spring up from the ground.

Zixia hangs and falls, and the holy light is passionate.

The mighty fate of the human race loomed and gathered towards Shouyang Mountain, emerging like a violent wind and huge waves.

"What? This old man is too deceitful. How dare you plunder the luck of my human race like this?"

In the ancestral courtyard of the human race on the shore of the East China Sea, the Suiren clan, Youchao clan and Ziyi clan rushed out.

Came towards Shouyang Mountain.

"What to do? The power of luck? We have no way to collect it? I can't stop Lao Tzu from stealing a huge amount of luck from the human race." You Chao, who was flying at extreme speed, was very anxious.

If things go on like this, for endless years, the power of luck born of the luck of the human race may be emptied by Lao Tzu's teachings.

Ziyi couldn't stop being furious, and said angrily: "I must not let Lao Tzu succeed. He only preaches in the human world, and he dares to plunder the luck of our human race just by the method of cultivating the truth and immortality. It is too much. We must stop him."

There are also countless strong men gathered in Shouyang Mountain.

"Hahaha! Eldest brother really set up a new stove and became a saint. Everyone is not optimistic about human beings. Eldest brother has seen the potential of this race with keen eyes."

Yuan Shi sat on top of the clouds near Shouyang Mountain, laughed and said, "It's such a golden elixir avenue. It directly creates the method of self-cultivation, the method of cultivating immortals, and the methods from human immortals to Taiyi golden immortals. It's wonderful. "

"Brother is really a role model for my generation. Hahaha!" Tongtian roared wildly.

On the other side, Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun were silent.

Hongyun in particular had a troubled look on his face.

After so long, he was still a giant in the early stage of quasi-sage, why couldn't he show good thoughts?Entering the mid-term of quasi-sage?

Styx was dissatisfied, "The sky is not fair. Why did I create the Asura clan without the power of merit? Is this seat destined to stagnate in the early stage of quasi-sage?"

Ran Deng let out a disdainful tone, "It's up to you. Pan Gu's urine SHI. What did you create? The man is extremely ugly, like a monster, defiled the prehistoric city appearance. The woman is so beautiful Like Sao Fox, it affects everyone's sword drawing speed."

Minghe burst into anger, and said furiously, "Lan Deng. Are you looking for death? If it weren't for this place being a sage's dojo, I'll kill you with a single sword."

Ran Deng's face showed provocation, "However, you are a pretty good woman from the Asura clan. I often go there to sow seeds and spread white dew. Uh, my mouth skills are very good."

Styx pinched the explosion bleeding light, "Lantern. If I don't kill you, I won't be able to prove the Tao and become a saint!"

Daoist Mosquito watched this scene from the side, "You two? Bird feces and coffins, why are you like this? Your big birds were all voted by me. Two eunuchs? The big birds you can only transform with magic power, come here Let’s make a pangolin cave.”

Many strong men were dumbfounded by the words of these three people.

The words of tiger and wolf are really powerful.

Lao Tzu in the sky is shrouded in purple and golden rays of light.

The sacred aura rippled through the space layer upon layer.

The purple power is the power of opening the heavens, which comes from Pan Gu Yuanshen.

The golden power is the power of the luck of the human race, as large as the river and sea, and it is endless.

There is a feeling that the luck of this human race seems to be prosperous and continuous.

I have drawn so much power of luck from the human race, only a small part of it.

In the dark, it seems that there is a mysterious force that protects the power of luck of the human race and suppresses it.

A majestic and supreme phantom of the golden wheel of luck condensed out behind Lao Tzu, straddling the sky, majestic and majestic.

Among them, you can also see the power of Kaitian merit and the vast power of human luck.

The fruit of sainthood reflects reality and complements the merits of opening heaven.

All beings were in an uproar.

"Lao Tzu has become a saint. This is so bold. Passing the "Tao Te Ching" to human beings, there are many ways to cultivate truth and immortality. I wonder if we and other innate races can practice these ways?"

"Hmph. Just you little snake? Go back and ask your mother snake if she can make a hole first?"

"The Houtian race, the Houtian human race. Is it really so mysterious? Miraculous? It stands to reason that even if there is a way to cultivate the truth and immortality, it must have a strong physique. It is impossible to cultivate immortals casually."

"I am an innate god, born to be a fairy. How can an ant and a human being be able to compare it?"

"That's right. Even if human beings can cultivate immortals, so what? Whether they can cultivate Daluo Daoguo is still a difficult problem?"

Laozi's golden elixir avenue stops at Taiyi Jinxian.

Hongjun Avenue begins with Daluo Jinxian and ends with Daluo Jinxian (including quasi-sages/sages).

Except for the people in the Zixiao Palace who know the way of Daluo, the way of quasi-sage, and the way of saint.

Few of the sentient beings know the Hongjun Dao.

嘙!
嘙!
嘙.
All the strong men present were dumbfounded.

Even I was dumbfounded.

There was a crack in the phantom of the Golden Wheel of Luck behind Lao Tzu.
Do not know why?

"How did this happen? Why did this happen? Who? Who, come out?"

Lao Tzu's eyes were frozen like ten thousand years of ice, and he looked around.

Many strong men trembled with fear from Lao Tzu's eyes, as if they had fallen into a thousand-year ice cellar and turned into popsicles.