My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 194 If it wasn't for the big brother, I wouldn't want to look at you more!
treasure house.

Han Shou hated that Zhou Shan's good show hadn't been staged yet, and the monster clan hadn't entered the urn yet.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be possible to pack up and take away the entire treasure house immediately?
In the treasury, all kinds of top-level materials are piled up like a mountain, and the thirteen innate spiritual treasures are shining with intoxicating shimmers, and strands of mysterious Taoist rhymes are intertwined into a ball, which makes the monk's mind and heart seized.

From time to time, each piece of strange objects and divine objects produced in the chaos, the ancient starry sky, and the blessed land will bloom the oldest and primitive breath and Tao rhyme.

Han Shou sighed, and finally gave up the idea of ​​leaving the imprint of Yuanshen in the treasure house to wait for the right time.

Without it, this Naxumi Yu Jiezi's treasure house palace has already been branded by Di Jun as the primordial spirit, and it is a spiritual treasure completely controlled by Di Jun.

He wanted to stay and do some tricks later, it was impossible to hide it from Di Jun!

Unless there are saint means.

"Ok?"

At this moment, Han Shou froze.

A brilliant light burst out in his eyes: "The means of a saint?"

"I have the primordial purple aura, if I use the primordial purple aura to cover up a wisp of the imprint of the primordial spirit and blend into this place..."

"The primordial purple energy is in my body. Even a saint who is close at hand will not be able to detect it unless he uses his supernatural powers to search for his soul. Even if Di Jun is the master of the treasury, if he uses the primordial purple energy to cover up the aura, he will definitely not be able to detect it."

Han Shou's heart was beating wildly.

This is definitely a wonderful way to draw fire from the bottom!

But the risks are great too!

Thoughts turned and thought calmly: "Heavenly Court has entered the urn, and Dijun is in trouble even if he soon realizes something is wrong, there is no way out!"

"The scene played by Zhu Rong and Gonggong is estimated to be over in more than ten days. By then, the monster clan will be doomed. The high-ranking monster clan, whether it is Dijun, Taiyi or the six demon saints, All the demon commanders will be slaughtered!"

"At that time, Ruo Dijun blew himself up..."

"Under the burning of jade and stone, this is only a high-grade spiritual treasure in the acquired world, I'm afraid it will have to be turned into powder."

Han Shou had a splitting headache: "Can't we use the Primordial Purple Qi for this?"

"The risk is too great, the gain outweighs the loss, no!"

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly immersed his thoughts into the space ring.

A simple and unsophisticated token with a dark body is quietly hanging in it.

The corners of Han Shou's mouth gradually rose.

"The means of a saint..."

"This, isn't it?"

This token was obviously given by Nuwa when she said goodbye to the Sanren of the Sky Frog.

This token also took the initiative to break the precept in the Paradise of Paradise, and let Nuwa know that he was trapped in the Paradise of Paradise and rescued him.

As soon as he left the Paradise, the Sky Frog Token returned to him and turned into a real Nuwa Token.

The Nuwa Token was forged by the sage Nuwa herself. It is so mysterious that it seems real and illusory. Even if other monks hold it in their hands, they will turn a blind eye to it.

"Whoo~"

With a thought, Nu Waling turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared in the space ring, and quietly merged into the treasure house.

Nuwa Ling has already had an inseparable connection with him, no matter where he is, he can feel it, and even make him contact Nuwa Saint.

Han Shou resisted the urge to look up to the sky and laugh, and after collecting the hibiscus wood, chaotic embryo and enlightenment tea, he turned and left the treasure house without hesitation.

At this moment, with Nu Waling's buried backhand, as long as the timing is calculated accurately, the entire treasure house of the monster clan can be expected to be stolen!
The most urgent task now is to go to see Master Tongtian and Yuanshi Tianzun.

These two sages are trying to stop the ancestor witch, and they must hurry up to ask for the "Jade Qing Jing" and "Shang Qing Jing" before the big drama of Zhu Rong and Gong Gong is staged!
Otherwise, if the calculation between him and Pingxin succeeds, it will be Han Shoutiandao's heart if the Sanqing sage don't give him experience inheritance, and if he doesn't turn him into ashes, his luck will be at its strongest.

……

half a month later.

In the prehistoric east, on the coast of Baishe.

A bottomless and straight valley of swords lies across the important place where hundreds of rivers return.

The sword valley is filled with endless white mist, the mist is like sword silk, it is as soft as silk and as strong as a sharp edge, even if it is a great power in the Daluo realm who falls into the valley, if he does not have a powerful body protection treasure, he will be tortured to death.

This valley was transformed by the Qingping Sword, the treasure of the Master Tongtian's enlightenment!
Trapping Zhu Jiuyin, Shebishi, and Xizi, the three great ancestor witches in the valley, no matter how difficult it is to advance!

"Roar... rumble~"

If there is nothing in the valley, there is a terrifying roar, and the roar keeps echoing.

The chairman of the Tongtian Sect sits on the top of a [-]-zhang mountain, wearing a wide green robe, with long hair hanging over his shoulders, and holding a jade wine pot upside down in his hand.

"Goooooooo~"

Lift the wine and pour it into the throat, and the fine nectar floats and falls into the ground beside you, instantly attracting a hundred flowers to bloom, and all the fragrances are fragrant.

This part of the teaching saint is unrestrained, without the slightest coercion of the saint, but like a lazy young man who is leisurely tasting wine and enjoying the scenery.

The bewildered eyes of Master Tongtian suddenly opened slightly, and he raised a hand and pointed in front of him.

"Om~"

The void split open, and a three-foot-tall black hole appeared.

"Shhhh~"

Han Shou fell out in a daze with an ugly expression, and landed in front of Master Tongtian.

Tong Tian stared at Han Shou with great interest: "Hahahaha, you little yin god, didn't you die at my second brother's place?"

Even if Han Shou didn't know why he was still in the north of the wilderness just now, Yuanshi Tianzun blocked the land of the three great ancestor witches, and he stumbled and appeared in front of the leader of Tongtian, but he knew with his ass that it must be the means of a saint.

As for whether Yuanshi Tianzun sent him here, or the Master Tongtian, it doesn't matter anymore.

Eagerly straightening his clothes, Jishou saluted: "Jingtusi Zhengshen Han Shou, pay homage to the leader of Jiejiao!"

Tong Tian smiled and said: "There is no need to be polite to the poor."

"You come from the second brother, but the second brother is unwilling to give you the "Jade Qing Jing"?"

Han Shou smiled wryly: "The leader sees thousands of miles, and the little god... admires him!"

Tong Tian laughed loudly, took a sip of fine nectar and jade dew, and said calmly, "I admire you?"

"What do you admire?"

"It's just that my brothers and sisters of the Three Qing Dynasty come from the same family, so we know ourselves and our enemies."

"My two elder brothers have always been judged by their roots. They only have excellent innate roots. They despise all beings born in the day after tomorrow. You are a human race and have entered the underworld. Your roots are not good."

"Even the poor...don't bother to look at you!"

Master Tongtian taught with a half-smile, "If it wasn't for my elder brother's favor, I wouldn't have given you the "Shangqing Jing"!"

Before he finished speaking, he tapped Han Shou's forehead with his finger.

"Boom~"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a torrent of information poured in.

A golden book of "Shangqing Jing" crosses the mind, standing side by side with "Taiqing Jing" and complementing each other.

Han Shou froze in place, and it took a while to stabilize the "Shangqing Jing" that had just merged into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Little god, thank the leader for your generous gift!"

Tong Tian shook the jug: "The poor Taoist said just now that he gave you the inheritance of Pangu because of the old brother!"

"Your mind is impure, you have no destiny to be poor, and you regret everything, lacking pride and joy, I don't like it!"

The joy of getting the "Shangqing Jing" just now disappeared in an instant after Tong Tian blurted out his words.

Han Shou was a little aggrieved, and coupled with the contempt and ignorance he had received in front of Yuanshi Tianzun before, he couldn't hold back his anger for a while, and blurted out:

"Lack of heroism? Is your mind impure?"

"'Shou' has no innate roots, and no sage as a teacher. The whole body is cultivated by being cautious in words and deeds. How dare you act recklessly?"

"That's just a quick death!"

"In this great prehistoric world, even an ordinary general of the monster clan can kill the little god with his backhand. In order to seek longevity and attain the Tao, if he is not careful, he will have already turned into ashes, and the grass on the grave may be as high as three feet. !"

"Dare to ask the leader, before life and death, how should Shoudang... act?"

Tong Tian was taken aback.

Immediately, he glanced at Han Shou indifferently: "Scrambling for a living is not my way, nor is it the ambition of a seeker!"

"The karma between you and me is over, and... let's go!" After saying that, he closed his eyes and ignored Han Shou.

Han Shou lowered his head slightly, and bowed his head in silence for a moment: "It's the little god Meng Lang, please forgive me!"

"Thank you, the leader, for the gift, Shou... Farewell!"

With a flick of Tong Tian's sleeve, Han Shou's figure immediately disappeared in place.

……

Under Zhoushan.

Han Shou stared blankly at the two [-]-foot-tall giants who were getting closer and closer.

His mind was still in turmoil, and his eyes gradually became cold.

It turns out that the real Master Tongtian is just a beautified existence that was sympathized with after the defeat in the Battle of Conferred Gods!

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Alright!"

"Since this is the case, my last sliver of guilt... I can let it go!"

(End of this chapter)