Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

There is a huge magic mountain shaped like a lotus in the center of the demon world. There are twelve peaks on the periphery of the magic mountain. In the center of the twelve peaks, there is a magnificent demon palace suspended.

The Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, the most sacred place in the demon world, is the training place of the second demon ancestor.

After taking Fang Yang all over the demon world, the old Taoist priest took Fang Yang to the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons.

In front of the door of the Temple of All Demons, a boy was holding a scroll and reading while shaking his head. As soon as the old Taoist priest appeared, he immediately stood up and saluted.

"I've met the master!"

He stood respectfully at the door, not squinting, not even daring to turn his eyes.

In this prehistoric world where hierarchy is valued, no boy dared to laugh or act coquettishly in front of his master.

Are the spirit beads skinny enough? He was directly kicked out of the Wa Palace by Empress Nuwa, and he cut off his bones to return to his father, and cut off his flesh to return to his mother. He also had to deal with a father who wanted to kill him all day long. He was miserable for the rest of his life.

The old Taoist priest took Fang Yang straight to the depths of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, inside a huge library.

There is a road to the mountain of books, and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, and hard work is the boat. It is not an exaggeration to use this sentence to describe the library of the Demon Sect.

The piles of classics here are higher than the mountains, stretching for thousands of miles. There are books and mountains everywhere.

"here?"

Fang Yang couldn't hide the excitement on his face.

He has too many questions about this world and cultivation. What he likes most are all kinds of cultivation classics.

"Your foundation is too shallow. Otherwise, the seven Taiyi Golden Immortals will not be able to do anything to you with Da Luo's arms."

The old Taoist priest said calmly.

How can casual cultivators be compared with people trained by big forces? People from powerful forces lack nothing, and Fang Yang can break through, which is already very good.

"Senior is right."

Fang Yang knew his shortcomings and nodded in agreement.

The old Taoist priest glanced back at Fang Yang, pondered slightly and said:

"You are already a member of the Holy Religion, and the Holy Religion is your teacher. Just call me your uncle!"

He seemed to know everything, he knew that Fang Yang was unwilling to become a disciple, and he knew everything about Fang Yang's psychology.

"Yes, uncle!"

Fang Yang cupped his hands.

As long as he is not allowed to become cannon fodder and join the Demon Cult, he will join the Demon Cult.

Why didn't he join any force in the prehistoric times? That's because he knows that with his cultivation and identity, joining any force will only serve as cannon fodder.

Take Jie Jiao, for example. If he joins Jie Jiao, he will be an outer disciple at most. The calamity of becoming a god is getting closer and closer. What is the difference between becoming an outer disciple of Jiejiao and becoming a eunuch in the palace in 1911?

No matter why the old Taoist priest asked him to join the Demon Cult, as long as he was not allowed to be used as cannon fodder and the salary was high enough, why didn't he join?

"It's good to be able to bend and stretch. If you are a stubborn person, Pindao will immediately send you to the door of Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain."

The old Taoist priest spoke very directly, without any hesitation.

However, people who have cultivated to his level no longer need to be as careful as little people.

"These are the techniques, classics, scriptures, and lives of the great powers of heaven and earth collected by the Holy Religion, as well as the history of civilization passed down by the dragon, phoenix, unicorn, white tiger, black turtle, shaman, and demon tribes. In the future For one hundred thousand years, if you don’t want to practice, just read these classics in this library.”

The old Taoist priest spoke casually and threw the treasure to Fang Yang.

Of course Fang Yang would not be unwilling.

From that day on, he was immersed in the vast sea of ​​books.

There is no Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is no golden house in the book. What is in the book is only knowledge and truth. But Fang Yang doesn't need Yan Ruyu or a golden house, he only wants knowledge and truth.

He read every book with the most humble heart.

The meaning of reading a hundred times will be self-evident. When he encounters an attractive book, he will not only read it a hundred times, he will read it thousands of times.

Although he has not practiced, every day, his magic power will be more concentrated than the day before.

After a hundred thousand years of vicissitudes of life, Fang Yang did not feel the same. He absorbed the principles of heaven and earth to his heart's content.

In the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, the old Taoist priest sat in the main seat, with a middle-aged Confucian scholar standing below him. Fang Yang's every move was under their observation.

"Demon Ancestor, since you value this person so much, why don't you accept him as your disciple and pass on your Taoism?"

The old Taoist priest shook his head: "He has walked out of his own way. The ways are different and do not work with each other. If I accept him as a disciple, it will interfere with his growth."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was shocked when he heard this.

"This boy is just an acquired soul with shallow cultivation. It's hard to say whether he can realize Daluo. Are your expectations of him too high?"

The old Taoist priest smiled and said nothing. He just looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar with a smile.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar felt nervous and quickly shut up.

Fang Yang wandered in the sea of ​​books to his heart's content. Although his cultivation had stagnated, his realm had advanced by leaps and bounds.

Before he knew it, his natal cave expanded to a radius of eight million miles.

His aura is becoming more and more intact, and his understanding of power and cultivation is changing with each passing day.

One hundred thousand years passed crazily in his ascension.

The old Taoist priest saw Fang Yang again and was surprised to see Fang Yang's current state.

Fang Yang's cultivation level is still that of a Golden Immortal and has not changed, but his realm has been elevated to that of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

"It takes ten thousand years to cultivate to become a Golden Immortal, and a hundred thousand years to cultivate to become a Taiyi Golden Immortal. He is worthy of being a destined person of the devil."

The old Taoist priest was slightly happy.

"how?"

A faint smile appeared on the old Taoist priest's face.

Fang Yang bowed and saluted: "Thank you, uncle. I have benefited a lot in the past 100,000 years."

"Good! Very good! There is a cliff behind the Ten Thousand Demons Palace. You are now in deep enlightenment, so go to the cliff to retreat."

The Cliff is a duck-billed mountain. Standing under the Cliff, you can see the dark demon abyss under the cliff.

However, the Ten Thousand Demons Palace is the center of the demon world, the place with the most spiritual energy in the demon world.

Fang Yang came to the Cliff, took out the acquired spiritual treasure furnace, and jumped into it.

As soon as he moved his magic power, the flames of the acquired spiritual treasure furnace rose, and all kinds of natural treasures emerged without money, and he began to practice.

This peculiar way of practice was noticed by the old Taoist priest.

"Not bad! Not bad! If you can understand this, you will definitely have a place among the great powers of heaven and earth in the future."

The first batch of cultivators in the world took the innate spiritual treasure as their teacher, and then they founded the two ways of immortals and demons.

Fang Yang suffered in practice, realized the truth in practice, and improved in practice.

His true spirit entered the interior of his life law, merged with it, and began to condense the law seed.

The infinite spiritual energy turned into a spiritual energy storm, which was absorbed and refined by him, becoming the nutrients for the growth of the law seed.

His aura became stronger and stronger, his magic power became deeper and deeper, and even caused changes in the weather of heaven and earth.

He didn't know what a golden immortal was, and what a Taiyi golden immortal was. He only knew to keep improving.