Honghuang: Sleeping for countless years, exposed by his disciples

Heaven.

saint.

Witch.

Demon clan.

Xuanmen.

The west.

......

But as the deduction deepened, Hongjun's originally stretched brows became more and more wrinkled.

Until the whole face is distorted and deformed!

Why is it still impossible to calculate the current prehistoric situation?

When is the Manifest Saint sanctified?

When will the Lich Tribulation break out?

When did Taoism prosper?

When will the next world protagonist appear?

The general situation of the Great Desolation is still at a loss, and it has not become clear and transparent at all due to the closure of Yang Mei.

"Who did the trick?!" Hongjun roared hysterically!

Even Hongjun, who was already in the realm of Hunyuan Taiji Tianzun, was instantly furious!

Haotian and Yaochi were so frightened that they hid far away, not even daring to offer tea.

"The problem must be with those hundreds of thousands of variables. Without Yang Mei, I'll figure it out!" Hong Jun forced himself to calm down.

Start the deduction again.

The deeper the deduction, the more chaotic and unstable the aura on Hongjun's body became.

Until 30 days later, Hongjun suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Forced to deduce the general trend of the prehistoric, but encountered backlash.

There was no longer the calmness in his eyes.

"Hundreds of thousands of variables, none of which have been reduced!?"

"Who on earth disrupted the prehistoric situation I planned!?"

Hongjun's inconceivable voice penetrated Zixiao Palace and resounded in the lonely chaos.

But the chaos is vast and there is no echo.

Only Hongjun was left alone in Zixiao Palace.

The prehistoric sky.

The boy in black stuck out his tongue.

"Stupid Hongjun, if you don't encounter some setbacks, I really think you're a god!"

"I don't dare to deduce it randomly, but you dare to make a blind operation suddenly."

Chapter 69 Willing to fall?you know a hammer

Taiyun Mountain.

Herb garden.

Countless fairy grass spirit roots gather here.

Under the watering and nourishing of the essence of Chen Xuan Dao, they have all grown vigorously.

The fragrance of flowers is overflowing, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, and it is a thriving scene.

There is a slight difference from before.

In the extremely hidden place of the Immortal Grass Garden, next to the innate top-quality spiritual root Huangzhong Li, there is a willow tree suddenly added.

This willow tree has a brown trunk like an old man in the twilight, bent over, and the hanging branches and leaves are already dark yellow, clinging to the trunk.

It gives people a sense of dying decadence.

A ray of extremely weak consciousness was slowly revived under the quiet nourishment of the rich aura of the fairy grass garden and the essence of the Dao.

It was the ancestor Yang Mei who fell into the prehistoric world and returned to his original form.

At this time, only his body and a sliver of consciousness remained.

"Arrogant Hongjun old thief!"

"You actually spared my life and wanted me to witness your success?"

"Dream!"

"I, Daoist Yang Mei, lived a new life. How could I live a life of ugliness and have fun under your crotch?"

"In this life, I want to return to the top!"

"In this life, I want to..."

"You want a hammer! Who are you?" Just as Yang Mei's remaining consciousness was roaring, a voice interrupted him.

There was a little impatience in the voice, but also the feeling of looking down on the world.

A branch poked Yang Mei's body.

"Who? Who dares to poke me!?" Yang Mei was slightly annoyed with doubts.

I am a mighty Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian eighth realm powerhouse, and my realm was broken by Hongjun, so I was already angry.

Now that I am alive again, someone still dares to use violence on my head?

But just as he finished speaking, a thick branch suddenly slammed on Yang Mei's shriveled and brown trunk like a slap!

Yang Mei suffered from pain and almost fainted!

Almost forgot my mana was gone.

Now back to Xinshou Village, they will be brutally abused!

It's so old-fashioned.

Hmph, just wait for me for two days, and I will definitely overturn this novice village.

Hold on to him for two days!

Just as he was in a daze, another branch swung at him.

"You have entered my territory, and you are not being honest. I am asking you a question! Who are you?" It was the voice again.

Ancestor Yang Mei, only then noticed that the place he was in was full of aura, and the purple clouds were ablaze.

Surrounding it are lush spiritual roots, hanging with huge fruits.

There are all kinds of innate and acquired grades.

For a while, Yang Mei felt that she had returned to Xinshou Village in Linggen.

The one who heard the sound was an innate spiritual root. The thick branches stretched out their teeth and claws, bearing nine pearl-like fruits, and the word "Huang Zhong" faintly appeared on it.

The whole body exudes the aura of domineering, as if it is the only one here!

Yang Mei's consciousness trembled thousands of times.

Fog grass! ! !

It turned out to be Huang Zhongli, who is also an innate spiritual root!

"I'm an ordinary willow tree that has been cultivated to become a spirit, and I haven't been able to take shape yet." Yang Mei shrank the branches on his body and replied.

How can I tell him that I am a hollow willow with innate spiritual roots?

The prehistoric is dangerous, what if Huang Zhongli takes advantage of his weakness and devours his own origin?

How to get back to the top in the future?

Relying on years of frenziedly plundering the nutrients poured out by Chen Xuan, Huang Zhongli has quietly given birth to wisdom.

But at this time, Huang Zhongli's intelligence was not mature.

In the prehistoric world, due to the restriction of the law of heaven, the higher the level of the spiritual root, the harder it is to give birth to spiritual wisdom, and it is even more difficult to manifest it in form.

On the contrary, it is a low-level spiritual root, which can be opened by chance.

Because once the spiritual root like Huang Zhongli is opened, the future achievements will be immeasurable.

Huang Zhongli looked at the well-behaved and withered Yang Mei, secretly proud: "In this fairy grass garden, I am the absolute overlord, and I will be the only one to follow from now on, understand?"

"Understand, understand!" Patriarch Yang Mei was still weak at this time, and could only make false claims with Huang Zhongli for the time being.

What's the matter, I am the majestic Chaos Demon God of Space, who once proved the existence of Hunyuan, but now I want to make a fool of myself with a spiritual root.

According to the past, they were all eaten directly in the mouth.

Tired of ah.

But when I grow up quickly and wretchedly, I will definitely snatch your supremacy!

From now on, I will be the master of this grass jelly garden!

"Hush...Shut up, the teacher is here to water us, old willow tree, hold back a bit, don't let the teacher find out that we are born with wisdom. According to the rules, I absorb a large part of it, understand?" Huang Zhong Li's voice quietly passed to Yang Mei.

Yang Mei was very puzzled.

teacher?

water?

Is this grass jelly garden artificially planted?

Out of a safe mind, Yang Mei still obeyed Huang Zhongli's words, shrunk up, and hid in the dark, so that it was not easy for people to find out.

Another faint yellow wicker branch was exposed, which was used to investigate the situation.

It was early morning, full of dew, and fairy air.

Chen Xuan stretched his waist. After getting up, the first thing he did was to come to the Immortal Grass Garden to water the flowers, plants and trees.

This is a good habit developed over tens of thousands of years.

Such a magical golden finger, it would be a pity not to use it.

In the future, he will dominate the world, relying on the six-eared macaque, Kong Xuan, and these vast spiritual roots!

"Shh..."

"Shh..."

"Shh..."

The huge pillar, as vigorous as a dragon, pours out a surging river, rushing into the water source of the fairy grass garden like a big river.

The air of black and yellow quietly permeated the entire fairy grass garden.

All spiritual roots were slowly awakened at this moment.

Done.

Chen Xuan shook, and then said: "Grow up quickly, I'm waiting for you to dominate the world."

After speaking, he looked around the Immortal Grass Garden with great satisfaction, and then left.

After a long time, Huang Zhongli stuck out a branch and confirmed that Chen Xuan's six ears, Kongxuan, were not in the Immortal Grass Garden, so he poked Yang Mei.

"Old Willow, I see that you are very withered and decayed, and you are new here. I allow you to absorb more essence and nutrients."

Huang Zhongli saw that Yang Mei's whole willow tree was sluggish and looked malnourished, so he decided to give Yang Mei more.

After all, in the whole fairy grass garden, only one spiritual root of Huang Zhongli has opened up his spiritual wisdom. Now that there is more Yang Mei, he has an extra talking partner.

Yang Mei was slightly puzzled, and asked puzzledly, "What essence and nutrients are you absorbing?"

"It's the essence of nutrients that the teacher poured into us just now!"