Prehistoric: Twin lotuses with parallel stems

The innate formation dispersed, the treasure light rose into the sky, and there was a faint roar of Taoism.

The innate and sacred eyes of all the people immediately turned to the cliff and fell on the seven gourds of different colors.

The seven gourds all have a hint of purple, but upon closer inspection, they show different colors. Among the purple, there are seven colors of gold, red, white, cyan, yellow, green, and black, which are filled with distinct colors. Different Taoist rhymes.

Qingxuan was a little surprised that he clearly remembered that six of the seven legendary gourds could be refined into top-grade innate spiritual treasures, but the last one should only be a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

But at this moment, the auras of the seven gourds are clearly perfect, and the spirit treasures refined into them will definitely become the best innate spirit treasures.

Doesn't it mean that the last one is underdeveloped?

Could it be because he poured a few drops of Sanguang Divine Water on it?

Apart from this, Qingxuan could not think of any other reason. Apart from him and Qinglian, only Hongjun had entered in advance.

If the problem is not with Hongjun, it is with himself.

He really only watered a few drops of Sanguang Divine Water, literally every drop. On weekdays, he used it to raise five-needle pine and enlightenment tea trees.

As a result, it can actually bring the last gourd into shape?

I always feel like I’m making less.

The loss is definitely not a loss. The mysterious green lotus of these seven gourds has been comprehended, and the thing paid is only a few drops of the Three Light Divine Water. The Three Light Divine Water is regarded as a pond in their dojo.

Because Qingxuan was a little unhappy with the innate Calabash Vine that had no discernment, so he picked and searched for it. It was really not his fault.

Whether you lose or make a profit, there is no need to compare with other people's gains, just compare with what you have paid.

Qingxuan had a clear idea in this regard, but he was slightly surprised when he saw the purple-black gourd fully formed.

As the gourd vine withered completely, the seven gourds fell off one after another, and then directly turned into spiritual light and escaped into the void.

It was also at this time that a group of innate saints took action in unison, using their own methods to grab those gourds.

The calm was broken in an instant, the spiritual energy was rioting, the avenue was chaotic, and all kinds of magical powers and magic broke out here.

There are only seven gourds, but there are more than a hundred innate saints gathered here. There are more wolves but less meat.

Taiyi took the lead, and the innate treasure Chaos Bell rang out across the world. The illusory long river of time loomed, countless fragments of time flew, stars appeared on the bell body, and the phantoms of all spirits were transformed, imprisoning the heaven and earth, and arbitrarily blocking all the innate gods. outer.

But at this moment, Di Jun grabbed the gourd with the top-quality innate spirit treasure river map hanging over his head. With Taiyi helping to stop the others, and a group of innate divine helpers accompanying him, Di Jun arrived quickly. A gourd approaches.

The others were not idle either. Sanqing sacrificed the Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda of Heaven and Earth, the most treasured treasure of acquired merit together. Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun also took action under the protection of the Book of Earth.

Mugong took action with a group of innate saints. A shadow of a spiritual root appeared behind him. There was also a big bell in his hand, which was clearly a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

Qingxuan glanced at the big bell, a slightly higher-grade bell-shaped spiritual treasure. He hadn't seen many of them. Mu Gong's Jingyang bell was quite interesting. When the bell rang, it actually brought with it a ray of resurrection of all things. Qi machine.

Of course, he just glanced at it casually.

When seven gourds flew out, he pulled Qinglian and stepped aside. After all, he was just here to watch the fun. He really wanted to fight if he could dig up all the gourd vines and soil and still keep them till now. ?

When all the innate saints were unaware, Qingxuan discovered that one of the innate gourds in the field had disappeared silently and escaped.

But the gourd obviously didn't escape on its own. Why, it was because the gourd had already turned into the shape of Hongjun.

And although these innate gourds are extraordinary, how can they escape under the gaze of hundreds of Daluo realm innate saints?

"Don't you want those gourds?"

At this time, a female voice came from the side, but it was the ancestral witch Houtu.

The other ancestral witches were also watching the show at the moment. They were holding their arms and commenting on the competition for the innate sacredness. They looked more interested than Qingxuan and the others, and they looked more like spectators.

Moreover, there are ancestral witches who are gnawing on things like spiritual fruits, and they are really eating the melons.

Qingxuan glanced at Houtu and shook his head: "We have no chance."

Hou Tu rolled his eyes nonchalantly: "What is fate or not? If you are strong enough, it is yours. If my witch clan wants it, then this gourd belongs to my witch clan!"

Qingxuan smiled, the Wu clan really didn't believe in this.

As for himself, after all, he still doesn't like these gourds very much, otherwise he wouldn't be able to compete with them.

If seven gourds are useful to them, except for the one booked by Hongjun, other gourds and these people will have no share.

Instead of getting entangled in the gourd issue, Hou Tu Lai took the initiative to talk to them. Qing Xuan naturally did not let go of the opportunity, and everyone just had a chat.

He didn't strike up a conversation, it was Hou Tu who struck up a conversation.

The fight was in full swing over there, and the two groups here were watching the fun with great interest.

To be honest, Qingxuan was a little uncomfortable talking to Houtu, not because Houtu was a woman, but because she was an ancestral witch.

Between the innate and the sacred, chatting is the common topic, and discussing Tao is the eternal common topic.

But this doesn't work for the ancestral witches. If you talk to them about Taoism, it's just like chickens and ducks talking. We don't have a common language.

There has never been anything like this when talking to an innate divine being. He actually needs to think of a common topic, otherwise he can't continue the conversation.

Qingxuan himself didn't know how long it had been since his conversations with outsiders were not about the Tao, but about things outside the Tao.

Fortunately, according to Qingxuan's observation, there is a high possibility that these ancestral wizards are foodies, but right, they can only eat, not how to eat.

And unlike innate holiness, when eating food, innate holiness is actually more about the essence contained in it and the enlightenment it brings.

He pays attention to the taste of food. Qingxuan has only encountered an alternative like Hongyun.

These ancestral witches should be able to chat with Hongyun, and Qingxuan is also quite good at chatting with him.

Sure enough, when talking about delicious food with Hou Tu, the latter was obviously more interested.

Heh, these guys are actually quite easy to deal with. They won't beat around the bush with you and will keep everything straight.

Moreover, they are not as strong-minded as the innate saints. They appear to be cold-tempered and much more talkative.

"This is my home-brewed spiritual wine, would you like to try it?"

After getting acquainted with each other for a while, Qingxuan took out a jade pot and brought it to Houtu.

It was a wine he brewed using many innate spiritual roots as raw materials. Although he was not an alcoholic, he could still drink some.

He is still groping, trying to brew a wine that can even make the innate saint drunk, and let Qinglian have a taste.

Hou Tu took the jade pot curiously, brought it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, his eyes brightening slightly.

Qingxuan looked at this scene with anticipation. He thought that the ancestral witch with such a bad temper would like this thing.

Friends with fair share of meat and wine, everyone becomes friends when there is fair share of meat and wine.

Maybe this is very applicable to the Ancestral Witch Association. Wouldn't it be much easier to talk about things at the wine table?

Qinglian remained silent and watched quietly from the side. Qingxuan was always responsible for handling these matters.

Looking at Hou Tu and then at the other ancestral witches, Qinglian found that the body of this ancestral witch was quite interesting, and it was completely different from their innate Taoist bodies.