Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

clank!

A series of sword sounds made Fang Yang's scalp numb, and a white sword light struck Fang Yang's head with the force of breaking the world.

In the blink of an eye, a golden right hand grew out of Fang Yang's back. It was extremely sacred. After the right hand grew out, he suddenly grabbed the Emperor's Sword.

Seeing this, Holy Lord White Tiger couldn't help but sneer on his face.

Except for the ancestral witch, he did not believe that anyone could use flesh and blood to catch his Taihuang Sword. Fang Yang has a close relationship with the witch clan, but Fang Yang is obviously not an ancestral witch.

However, the next scene shocked Saint White Tiger extremely.

The Taihuang Sword slashed at the surface of the right hand and was blocked by a ball of golden light. The golden light shone on the Taihuang Sword, silencing all the power of the Taihuang Sword.

"How can this be?"

The Qinglong Saint who was besieging Fang Yang from the front was also frightened when he saw this situation.

In just a few moves, Fang Yang defeated Suzaku and Xuanwu one after another, and now he caught Bai Hu's Emperor's Sword forcefully with his hand. This kind of strength shocked him.

"Where are you going? I'm not sure. Do you dare to come to this great world of five elements?"

As soon as Fang Yang spoke, Holy White Tiger's head suddenly exploded, and an extremely strong sense of crisis surged into his heart.

His heart told him that if he didn't sheath his sword in time, something he didn't want to see might happen.

However, sheathing the sword at this time would not be an easy task.

Buzz!

Holy Lord White Tiger used his magic power to take back the Taihuang Sword, but found that the tip of the Taihuang Sword was wrapped in a dense mass of runes.

Under the influence of this group of runes, the imprint of his soul left in the Emperor's Sword was actually crumbling.

"No, he wants to seize the sword!"

Holy Lord White Tiger didn't know Fang Yang's plan. With a thought in his mind, a mountain of swords transformed from infinite sword intent suppressed Fang Yang.

He didn't want to hurt Fang Yang, he just wanted to distract Fang Yang so that he could take the opportunity to take back the treasure that belonged to him.

However, Fang Yang's goal is the Emperor's Sword, and nothing can distract him.

He remained motionless, but a beam of mana light shot out from above his head. This beam of light looks ordinary, just like pure mana.

However, it was this beam of light that actually held up the mountain of swords issued by Holy White Tiger, preventing it from falling again.

"While resisting our attacks, he actually used his magic power to fight against the magical power of fellow Taoist Baihu? Is this because his magic power is too strong, or is the power of heaven in the world of destiny too strong?"

Lord Suzaku rubbed his chest and tried to repair the sunken parts. When she returned to the battlefield, she saw a scene that she couldn't believe.

"Let go!"

When the minds of the five holy beasts were shaken, Fang Yang suddenly turned around and grabbed the Emperor's Sword with one hand, but the hand behind him suddenly changed and turned into a copper coin.

The characteristics of this treasure are so obvious that as long as it is used once, anyone will be on guard against it.

However, Fang Yang used the Bully Wheel to transform the treasured money into other shapes or objects, which would make it difficult for his opponents to guard against it.

Ding!

Luobao Qian waved its wings and landed steadily on the Taihuang Sword.

Holy Lord White Tiger looked at the treasured money in shock, his eyes almost bulging out of his head. He could clearly see that it was a right hand. In a blink of an eye, it turned into an innate spiritual treasure?

The moment he saw the treasured money, the sense of crisis in Saint White Tiger's heart suddenly reached its peak.

The sound of falling treasure money falling on Taihuang's sword is very soft, just like the sound of water droplets falling on large rivers.

However, this sound became the nightmare of Saint White Tiger.

Swish!

Holy Lord White Tiger felt a pain in his heart, and his hand became empty. The Emperor's Sword was forcibly taken away by Fang Yang.

"Haha, thank you fellow Taoist Baihu for the gift!"

While Fang Yang took away the Emperor's Sword, he also kicked the White Tiger Saint.

boom!

The Holy White Tiger was like a cannonball or a meteor, being kicked into the depths of the earth, causing a shocking explosion.

"Fang Yang, you are going too far!"

At this time, Saint Xuanwu finally got rid of the poison of the piranha. He sacrificed an ancient tortoise shell and appeared in front of Fang Yang again.

Holy Master Xuanwu truly understood what it meant to lose his wife and then lose his troops.

He originally wanted to plot against Fang Yang and obtain Fang Yang's inheritance. However, as soon as Fang Yang entered the Five Elements World, he caused the Hunyuan Golden Immortal of the Wusheng Sect to self-destruct, greatly weakening the power of Heavenly Dao.

What surprised Xuanwu Saint even more was Fang Yang's strength. Together with the five holy beasts, they couldn't even get the slightest advantage.

If Luo Hu had had this kind of strength back then, the ancestors of Qiankun and Yinyang would have been killed even if they joined forces.

"Xuanwu, you don't think you can compete with me with just a turtle shell, do you?"

Fang Yang put away the Emperor's Sword, formed a vacuum seal in his hand, and struck at the Xuanwu Saint.

When he took action, the divine light on the God of Destiny became thousands of times brighter. The river of destiny flowed at his feet, and everyone's reflections were reflected in the river.

When the five holy beasts saw this scene, their eyes showed horror.

They have transcended the river of destiny long ago, and Fang Yang can drag their memories into the river of destiny, which proves that Fang Yang's magic power is far better than theirs.

Saint Xuanwu bore the brunt and was knocked backwards by Fang Yang.

The ancient turtle shell can protect him from harm, but the turtle shell cannot dissolve Fang Yang's magic power.

"How could this happen? Teacher and the others are plotting against fellow Taoist Fang Yang?"

Outside the Five Elements World, Zhujiang Shuijun was watching the live broadcast. He heard all the conversations between Fang Yang and the five sacred beasts.

He never imagined that his teacher would be a treacherous villain.

Many of the great powers in the ancient world cannot be judged by mortals' concepts of good and evil. However, whether they are powerful or mortal, they must be faithful.

What's more, Xuanwu Shengzun has cultivated the image of a gentleman for himself. His true face was exposed and he changed from a true gentleman to a hypocrite.

Zhujiang Shuijun can accept a teacher who is timid and afraid of getting into trouble, and can accept a teacher who is aggressive, but he cannot tolerate his teacher being a hypocrite.

"Fellow Taoist Zhujiang, this is the truth of the matter. Now you know why I don't let you enter the Five Elements World."

Fang Yang's incarnation looked at Pearl River Water Lord and said sympathetically.

Although he could not empathize with Pearl River Suicune, he could somewhat understand Pearl River Suicune's mood.

On one side is the teacher who teaches oneself, and on the other side is the Taoist friend who always supports each other. Filial piety and righteousness cannot have both.

Zhujiang Shuijun looked at the scene of Saint Xuanwu being swallowed by the piranha on the light screen, and subconsciously shouted "teacher".

This sound made Zhujiang Shuijun understand what he was thinking.

He looked at Fang Yang and bowed solemnly to him: "Fellow Taoist Fang Yang, I know that the teacher has plotted against you and has a way to kill you. However, can you spare the teacher's life? I am willing to take my place. Go to hell."