Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

In the Vacuum Hall, the blood on the face of Hongxuan Tianzun, who was sitting upright, faded instantly, and he uttered a painful groan.

Then, he showed a relieved smile, and his Dharma body finally successfully exploded.

"Master, I have fulfilled my mission and exploded the Chaos Spirit Treasure!"

Hongxuan Tianzun used all his magic power to calm down the shaking Yuanshen, and then reported.

Fang Yang nodded, took out a ball of Sanguang Divine Water, and sent it to Hongxuan Tianzun.

"This is the healing holy object Sanguang Divine Water. You take it to heal your wounds. After the wounds are healed, re-condense the karma Dharma body as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Master!"

After a slight hesitation, Hongxuan Tianzun took the Sanguang Divine Water.

Fang Yang knew what he was thinking, and he didn't expose it. He would soon let Hongxuan Tianzun know what the True Fragrance Theorem is.

At the place where Hongxuan Tianzun exploded, the Chaos Void was almost blown into nothingness, and even the Chaos Spirit Treasure was blown out of shape. Under the extreme power, the Chaos Spirit Treasure bloomed from the middle, which was extremely miserable.

Of course, this was all because the Chaos Spirit Treasure suffered devastating damage in the battle of Kaitian. The runes, formations, instrument spirits, and Chaos Immortal Spirit Light inside were all destroyed.

If not, Hongxuan Tianzun's self-explosion would not have been able to hurt this treasure at all.

The Chaos Spirit Treasure was deformed, and the Qianmen people hiding inside the Chaos Spirit Treasure were even more miserable.

When the explosion occurred, their bodies went through hundreds of thousands of explosions and reorganizations, and in the end, their Daluo Dao Fruits were all destroyed.

The Qianmen Patriarch was a Hunyuan Jinxian, and he survived with his tenacious will. His eight disciples were all annihilated and died in the Chaos World.

After a long time, the Qianmen Patriarch condensed his flesh again.

After he appeared, his body swayed, and he finally stood firm. At this time, he was extremely weak.

The ancestor of Qianmen looked around, but did not sense the breath of his disciple. His face could not help but look ugly: "Damn it, I have been in the prehistoric world for two calamities, and I have never suffered such a big loss. What is the origin of this person? He blew himself up without saying a word?"

"You don't need to know who that person is, because soon, you will die."

A death-like voice resounded in the chaotic void, and then Fang Yang's figure appeared.

Seeing Fang Yang, the ancestor of Qianmen immediately recognized that he was the one who bombarded the chaotic spiritual treasure, and the ancestor of Qianmen's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"My fellow Taoist, there is no grudge between you and me."

He tried to reason and use his eloquent tongue to convince Fang Yang.

Fang Yang showed a sarcastic smile on his face: "This is the chaotic world, which appeared earlier than the prehistoric world. Don't you think it's a bit redundant to talk about grudges and right and wrong in the chaotic world?"

Different periods have different survival rules.

In modern society, people pay attention to laws and morals. People who don't understand laws and morals cannot survive.

In primitive times, there was no soil for the survival of laws and morals. People must have animality to survive and reproduce.

So, Fang Yang thought the words of the Thousand Gates Patriarch were ridiculous.

After hearing the words, the Thousand Gates Patriarch knew that things could not be settled peacefully. In an instant, he burst out with magic power and attacked Fang Yang.

A dazzling knife light suddenly came out from his palm, breaking through the void and slashing down.

This knife split the chaos, split the years, and split all obstacles.

Bang!

"You!"

Fang Yang seemed very surprised. He didn't have time to react. His figure was submerged in the knife light and soon exploded into a ball of blood mist.

The ancestor of Qianmen didn't expect to kill Fang Yang. He just wanted to injure Fang Yang so that Fang Yang wouldn't dare to deal with him again.

However, he didn't expect that this knife would explode Fang Yang.

"Haha!"

The ancestor of Qianmen laughed.

He had a feeling of turning the tide. The moment before, he thought he was dead, and the next moment, he killed his opponent.

Tsk!

As he laughed, the ancestor of Qianmen felt a chill in his heart, and his face stiffened instantly. Because he saw a bloody hand piercing through his chest and taking out his heart.

The ancestor of Qianmen felt numb on his scalp, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

"You are too happy too early."

Fang Yang's voice was more terrifying than the devil, and the ancestor of Qianmen was trembling all over.

"People always deceive those who deceive others. If you don't make this last blow, how can I suppress you so easily?"

Before his body turned into amber, the ancestor of Qianmen heard the last words he heard in his life.

After suppressing the Thousand Sects Ancestor, there was no more obstacle to collecting the Chaos Spirit Treasure.

It took Fang Yang three hundred years to dismantle the Chaos Spirit Treasure into a pile of refining materials before he put it in his pocket.

So far, his trip to the Chaos World has ended perfectly.

As soon as Fang Yang returned to the Primordial World, he immediately used the magic talisman to teleport back to the Destiny World. He was carrying a treasure and just wanted to deal with it.

In the hall, Fang Yang laid out all his gains.

Chaos Man-eating Plant, Chaos God Elephant, Three Lords of Winter, Thousand Sects Ancestor, Chaos Spirit Treasure Fragments.

"The Chaos World is really a Feng Shui treasure land. Each of these treasures is a treasure. If it were in the Primordial World, how long would it take me to collect them? No wonder the human race, the witch race, and the demon race have always been prosperous. Their hunting teams can obtain a large number of resources by running a trip in the Chaos World."

Fang Yang couldn't help but think of forming his own hunting team and hunting in the Chaos World regularly.

However, there were too few people around him who could be used, only Hong Xuan Tianzun. If they told others about the hunting team of two people, they would only make people laugh.

He didn't go to Hong Zhou because Hong Zhou had no shortage of resources.

The Dragon Clan was also a great clan in the prehistoric times, and it was impossible for them not to go to the Chaos World to hunt. Hong Zhou had obtained the accumulation of two calamities of the Dragon Clan, and he simply looked down on the little bit of soup and water in the Chaos World.

"There is no rush for this matter, wait until my junior brother breaks through to the Quasi-Sage realm. I will first beat out the good corpses of the Three Lords of Sui Han and see what kind of innate spiritual treasures they used to chop the corpses."

As he said this, Fang Yang didn't care whether the Three Lords of Sui Han agreed or not, and he sacrificed the Tianji Lock and pulled out the good corpses of the three people.

Boom boom boom!

With three consecutive explosions, Fang Yang successfully destroyed the good corpses of three people and obtained three innate spiritual roots.

That's right, the three Lords of Sui Han used three top-grade innate spiritual roots to chop the corpses, namely the innate white pine, the innate red plum, and the innate solid bamboo.

It was at this time that Fang Yang realized that the three kings of winter were not innate spiritual roots in human form, but innate divine beasts that protected the innate spiritual roots.

The original form of the Taoist Lord of White Pine was a sky-piercing crane, the original form of the Taoist Lord of Cold Plum was a five-colored divine cow, and the original form of the Taoist Lord of Green Bamboo was an iron-eating beast.

They had always used the names of the innate spiritual roots they protected as their Taoist names, so that everyone thought that their original forms were innate spiritual roots.

Fang Yang did not disdain the top-grade innate spiritual roots. With a wave of his hand, he took the spiritual roots into his own natal world and planted them.