Prehistoric asks the ancestors to call the shots for the Eagle Clan

Chapter 10: Golden Lotus of Twelve Grades of Merit

In the moment of climbing Buzhou Mountain, Ying Aotian felt a huge pressure on himself and in his heart.

Unprecedented by this pressure, majestic and mighty, oppressed and devastated from body to mind.

Even with Ying Aotian's current cultivation base, he feels incomparably small and humble, and feels that he is a weak person.

Ying Aotian knew that this was not just the oppressive feeling from the high mountains, but the most important thing was that there was still the aura of the Great God Pangu on Buzhou Mountain, and it possessed Pangu's coercion.

Pan Gu is the creator of the world, and any living beings will instinctively awe and thank Pan Gu when they face Pan Gu.

However, this pressure comes and goes quickly, and it just disappeared from Ying Aotian's body in an instant.

But he knew that it wasn't that the coercion disappeared, it was just that he was immune to this huge coercion.

Because he and Bu Zhoushan were originally a part of Pangu, no amount of coercion would be of any use to him, because he was formed from a drop of Pangu's blood.

Just like the witch clan, even ordinary witches can survive in Buzhou Mountain.

Just because they are derived from the blood of Pangu.

"You and I are one, I never thought that we would meet again in this way."

Looking at the tall and straight Mount Buzhou, Ying Aotian was full of pride and ambition, and shouted loudly.

Bu Zhoushan was originally Pangu's spine, and he was a drop of Pangu's blood.

The two were supposed to be one, but one turned into Buzhou Mountain, and the other turned into an eagle.

Really, good luck tricks people.

At this moment, the little idiot suddenly stood up, put his hands together and bowed to Buzhou Mountain.

This is the prehistoric sentient beings, expressing their reverence and reverence for the grace of Pan Gu who created the world.

But Ying Aotian doesn't need it, because he is a part of Pan Gu.

Although he turned into an eagle, how can he worship himself?

"That's all, that's all..."

Ying Aotian said three times in a row, and then continued to pick up the steps.

Without the interference of Pan Gu's coercion, it was still very easy for Ying Aotian to go up the mountain.

But he didn't forget the purpose of his coming. It was one thing to see the old brother Bu Zhoushan, and the most important thing was to find the treasure.

Maybe Ying Aotian was really lucky, maybe Bu Zhoushan really had a lot of treasures.

It didn't take long for him to find a top-quality innate treasure-the sword of authority.

"Isn't this thing the magic weapon of Duke Dong?"

Looking at the authoritative sword in his hand, Ying Aotian felt a little strange in his heart.

This authoritative sword was originally owned by Hongjun in Honghuang's novel, and later it was given to Duke Dong as the proof of being the head of the male immortal.

But now that the sword of authority is in his own hands, can Duke Dong, without the sword of authority, still be named the head of male immortals?
But Ying Ao Tian doesn't care about so many things, can he be the head of the male immortal and take care of his shit?

This is a good treasure, and shouldn't the sword of authority be the most suitable for me?
Like me, the handsome guy who is loved by everyone and whose flowers are blooming is the best.

Then I will spare it and accept it!
"You can get this treasure just after entering Buzhou Mountain. Buzhou Mountain is worthy of being a treasure land. I really look forward to what will come next."

Putting away the sword of authority, Ying Aotian continued to climb the mountain.

But in the next tens of millions of years, Ying Aotian didn't get any decent treasures again.

"It's not even said that Zhoushan Lingbao is picked up casually, it seems that it's all a lie."

After taking a sip of the spirit fruit and drinking the fine wine, Ying Aotian said unhappily.

No matter which prehistoric novel it is from the previous life, it cannot be said that Zhoushan has many spiritual treasures.

But apart from getting a sword of authority at the beginning, he basically hasn't found one until now.

If it was someone from the previous life who heard him say that!
It's not bad to kill him.

There are not many spiritual treasures in Zhoushan Mountain, that is also relative.

In the entire prehistoric world, how much are all the innate spirit treasures added up to?

Not to mention the top-grade innate spirit treasures, which are rare, and there are only a dozen of them.

If it's so easy to find, isn't it a commodity?
Dissatisfied with his harvest, Ying Aotian turned his grief and anger into motivation and tried harder to climb Mount Buzhou.

Tens of millions of years later, Ying Aotian basically reached the top of the mountain.

"No...no...or not, where is Lingbao?"

Ying Aotian is about to cry, this harvest is not as fast as strolling in the prehistoric land.

Don't you see, am I too handsome?

But just when he wanted to exhale the fragrance, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"There is something!"

It was too late to complain, and ran over at his fastest speed.

What did he see?
I saw a swaying, golden lotus flower.

The lotus flower has twelve ranks, and each rank contains the way of heaven.

"This is... the golden lotus of the twelve ranks of merit."

Ying Aotian's heartbeat quickened suddenly, followed by a burst of laughter.

It's great, I must have seen how handsome I am, so I took the initiative to throw myself into my arms.

"Golden Lotus of the Twelve Grades of Merit, this is the ultimate product for suppressing luck.

Hahaha...it's mine now, shameless western duo eat dirt. "

The twelfth-grade meritorious golden lotus, Ying Aotian will never be left to the shameless duo of the West.

No, he won't leave it to anyone.

There is no guardian barrier outside the twelfth-grade golden lotus, not even a phantom array.

Because it has great merit, no one dares to pick it until it is ripe, otherwise karma is no joke.

But now this lotus has bloomed twelve ranks, and it has matured.

So Ying Aotian didn't hesitate at all, and reached out to pick the lotus.

The twelfth-grade merit golden lotus, that is the best innate spiritual treasure.

In the future, it will be given to Zhunti by Hongjun to suppress the luck of the Western religion.

It is the ultimate product for suppressing luck. In terms of suppressing luck, it is better than innate treasures.

But now, they have nothing to do.

After harvesting the top-grade innate spirit treasure and the twelfth-grade merit golden lotus, Ying Aotian's mood immediately improved.

Although it is not a congenital treasure, it is indeed the strongest level under the congenital treasure - the best congenital spiritual treasure!
Rare, there are not many pieces in the world.

"Okay, okay... to get a top-grade innate spirit treasure, this trip to Buzhou Mountain is worthwhile."

After getting the twelfth-grade merit golden lotus, Ying Aotian couldn't wait to refine it.

Of course, it's just a simple refinement.

To refine, there will be plenty of time in the future, so let's search Buzhou Mountain again now.

Perhaps it was the twelfth-grade merit golden lotus that brought luck to Ying Aotian, and in the following hundreds of years, Ying Aotian got several ordinary spirit treasures and a high-grade innate spirit treasure-eight fire fans.

The Eight Fire Fans contain the eight strange fires of the heaven and the earth. One fan can burn the sky and crack the earth, and the withered vegetation will turn into dust in just one thought.

If you are a mortal, you can go from life to death in a single thought.

Because the eight strange fires are the eight strongest laws, he can shrink tens of thousands of years in just an instant.

Really scary!
Now Ying Aotian's family property is very rich. The top-grade congenital spirit treasure has the twelfth-rank golden lotus of merit, and the top-grade congenital spirit treasure has the green lotus color flag, eight fire fans, Luobao money and the authoritative sword.

As for the common low-grade innate spirit treasures, Ying Aotian reckons there are hundreds if not a thousand.

"Good, good, keep going!"

Ying Aotian continued to climb, seeing that the top of the mountain was in front of him.

This also means that heaven and earth are right in front of you.

"No, I remember that there is a congenital gourd vine in Buzhou Mountain.

Why did I almost turn over Buzhou Mountain, but still couldn't find it? "

Seeing the top of the mountain in front of him, Ying Aotian frowned.

(End of this chapter)