Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

Faced with the endless army of resentful spirits, even though Fang Yang and others had boundless magical powers, they still found it extremely difficult to cope with them.

Because of the catastrophe, they have lost their immortal bodies and can be injured and die.

Hong Zhou said: "If this continues, we will die at the hands of the vengeful spirits sooner or later."

He originally wanted to be more cautious and slowly look for opportunities, but now, it seemed that they had no time.

Fang Yang said: "I suddenly thought of a way."

"any solution?"

After hearing Fang Yang's words, Patriarch Hongjun and Hong Zhou both became curious.

Even they had no solution to this situation. They couldn't think of any other solution Fang Yang could have.

Fang Yang said: "Since this world is made of flesh and blood, then this world must be poisoned."

"poison?"

Hong Zhou reacted, "Fellow Daoist, are you planning to refine a poison that can infect this world, plant it in the world, and let the person behind the scenes reap the consequences?"

"That's right! Since the person behind the scenes dares to devour us, he must bear the consequences of devouring us. However, I have to enter the two of you in order to refine the poison."

Fang Yang's inspiration came from the person behind the scenes.

Among the dead, he saw the old man of the Styx, so he thought of what he had said that year.

The Sea of ​​Blood will not dry up and the River of Styx will not die. The situation in this world is similar to that of the Sea of ​​Blood.

He just couldn't believe that the whole world was infected with the virus and had grown a malignant tumor. He wondered if the person behind the scenes could still hide safely in the dark.

Force this person out and then kill him.

At their level, it is no longer just swallowing energy and Dao rhyme that can improve their cultivation. The person behind the scenes used such a low-level method, and his cultivation must have reached a bottleneck.

Fang Yang didn't believe that even with the combined strength of so many of them, they couldn't kill a clown. Even if this person was the Heavenly Dao of the Chaos World, they could still kill him.

"Okay! As long as your method works, anything is fine."

Patriarch Hongjun strongly agreed.

At this point, they had no choice but to do as Fang Yang suggested.

This world is too strong, their attacks are completely ineffective against it. If it is according to what Fang Yang said, the situation will be different.

After Fang Yang entered Hong Zhou's natal world, he no longer cared about the affairs of the outside world and devoted himself to refining poison.

This kind of poison is not a poison that directly harms the flesh and blood world, but an inducer.

What he wanted to refine was a kind of poisonous light that could guide the flesh and blood to mutate, thereby devouring the other flesh and blood in the world of flesh and blood.

Speaking of which, the principle of this poisonous light was learned from the Six Soul Banner.

Their own strength cannot destroy this world, but the power of this world itself is enough to devour it.

"You despicable thing, I will let you know what the price is for plotting against me."

As soon as he thought about it, infinite hatred and the power of catastrophe entered his palm and began to merge and evolve.

In fact, under the pressure of the catastrophe, his cultivation has improved a lot. However, if he cannot leave this world, his avenue will be suppressed by the people behind the scenes, making it impossible for him to achieve the greatest improvement.

However, once he leaves this world, his cultivation will soar into the sky like a compressed spring.

This is also the reason why he dared to force the person behind the scenes to show up.

If he is no match for the person behind the scenes, why would he force the other party to show up?

After Fang Yang's breath disappeared, the master of the flesh and blood world seemed to have noticed something and sent out countless resentful spirits to search for Fang Yang.

But how could this person have imagined that Fang Yang, a Hunyuan Wuda Daluo Jinxian, would actually hide in someone else's natal world.

At the same time, Hongjun Laozu and Hong Zhou were fighting with the army of resentful spirits outside. Although they were powerful, the number of resentful spirits seemed endless, and every battle made them exhausted. They knew in their hearts that Fang Yang's plan was their only hope.

Pangu, the Founding Spirit, Patriarch Hunpeng and others noticed that Fang Yang had disappeared, and they immediately thought that Fang Yang must be implementing some plan.

They did not stop it. This was not the time for them to fight among themselves.

Not only did they not stop it, they also took the initiative to expose themselves, attracting firepower for Patriarch Hongjun and Hong Zhou, and reducing the pressure on them.

Everyone was at a loss, they could only rely on Fang Yang to see if Fang Yang could break the impasse.

"Fellow Daoist Hong Zhou, please move me out quickly."

On this day, Hong Zhou finally heard good news.

He saw that Fang Yang was sitting in his own natal world with a black halo between his palms.

It seems that Fang Yang himself is also suppressing this halo.

Hong Zhou didn't delay any longer and immediately sent Fang Yang high into the sky.

After Fang Yang left Hong Zhou's natal world, he no longer hesitated, released the power that suppressed the light ball, and threw it into the distance.

Boom!

The next moment, a black storm blew up in the world of flesh and blood. This storm was invisible and intangible, but once it touched the flesh and blood, it immediately merged into it.

Every void and every angle of this world was dyed black.

Seeing this, Pangu, the Founding Spirit, Patriarch Hunpeng and others did not hesitate to put up a protective shield to isolate the black storm outside.

They felt that these black storms were not good things.

Whoa whoa whoa!

Suddenly, a loud wailing sound was heard in the dark air.

At first there was only one sound, and soon there was a second sound, and a third sound. After a while, the sounds came one after another and became continuous.

Deep in the black storm, on the ground, clumps of flesh and blood squirmed and became alive, and then, these flesh and blood condensed into the shape of babies.

Under the astonished gaze of Pangu and others, these baby-shaped pieces of flesh and blood actually turned into real babies.

"If I'm not mistaken, what Fang Yang just released was poison, right?"

The Queen Mother Hou Tu was extremely shocked.

In this world of flesh and blood, a ball of poison was released, and countless lives were created?

Pangu was also stunned. He had lived for countless years, and this was the first time he had encountered such a thing.

"Yes, it should be, right? But why did Fang Yang create these lives? Does he want to use these lives to defeat the master of this flesh and blood world?"

Pangu was not optimistic about Fang Yang, or rather, he did not have any expectations for Fang Yang's approach.

However, Master Fang Yang never does useless work. Whatever he does must have meaning.

When everyone was questioning, the babies actually started to swallow the flesh and blood on the ground. They sucked the flesh and blood on the ground into their mouths bit by bit, just like sucking breast milk.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, these babies began to grow, from infancy, to adolescence, to youth. In the blink of an eye, they became adults.

When these babies grew up, they bowed down towards Fang Yang as if they had some sense of what was going on.

"See God the Father!"

Fang Yang actually created the human race in this world of flesh and blood?