Prehistoric: Beginning with Yugong Yishan

Chapter 90 Incense is poisonous
The red-robed patriarch died silently, but after his death, all the spiritual energy he absorbed for countless years returned to the world.

The red-robed patriarch rushed to the sky with all his magic power, exploded into a ball of light rain, and returned to the earth.

Endless rain of light fell from the sky.Each of these light rains is equivalent to the aura absorbed by a celestial being who has practiced for 100 years.

The rain of light appeared between the heaven and the earth, forming an ocean of light, an ocean of aura.

At this moment, all the living beings in a radius of a million miles benefited enormously.

After absorbing the aura in the light rain, the creatures that have not activated their spiritual intelligence will activate their spiritual intelligence, and those who have activated their spiritual intelligence will transform into immortals, and the magic power of transformed into immortals will be even stronger.

Many cultivators flew out of the cave, fighting fiercely, snatching the falling light rain.

Fang Yang stood quietly in the center of the light rain world, he looked deeply into the void, with a complex expression.

He had an indescribable feeling.

A Daluo Jinxian, who was supposed to last forever, just died in the calamity.

He will not be arrogant and think that he killed the red robe patriarch.At most, he only accelerated the death process of the red-robed patriarch.

Da Luo Jinxian, he can't kill him now.

Swish!
Fang Yang turned into a white light and left the place.

He came out this time mainly to do two things, the first is to try to get the money for Luobao, and the second is to migrate the human races from the two small worlds to Hengshan Cave Heaven.

Therefore, his next stop was the small world near Kunshan City.

He was flying like lightning all the way, constantly jumping into the void, and after three months, he arrived at the entrance of the small world.

Over the past 18 years, the landscape around Kunshan City has undergone tremendous changes.

The Liangchuan River disappeared, not only the Liangchuan River, but also the mountains, plains, and forests near the Liangchuan River.

It seems that there has been a great war here, and the land with a radius of ten thousand miles has sunk, and there is scorched earth everywhere. There is no grass on the ground, and it is extremely desolate.

A gust of wind blew by, rolling up the dust all over the sky, and the sky suddenly turned a dim yellow.

"The scope of the war is so wide, it should be that the two golden immortals are fighting here."

Fang Yang looked around and made a judgment.However, it has nothing to do with him even if other people break the dog's brain.

When he stomped his feet, the earth shook and rumbled, and the soil parted from both sides, exposing the entrance of the small world.

Back then, when he left the small world, in order to protect the small world, he placed a restriction on the entrance of the small world.

From today's point of view, his approach is very wise.If it weren't for this restriction, this small world might suffer the impact of the Golden Immortal War.

Entering the small world, the situation in the small world made him frown.

It turns out that the small world has entered the Dharma-ending era.His spiritual consciousness covered the small world, and he found that there were less than ten monks in the whole world.

"Forget it! After transferring everyone to Hengshan Cave, throw them some exercises and let them practice by themselves!"

Fang Yang has no plans to accept disciples yet.

To accept such a thing as an apprentice, one must at least become a Da Luo Jinxian.A little Taiyi Jinxian was recruited as a disciple, and it was rumored that he would be laughed to death.

With a thought, he divided his consciousness into tens of thousands of parts and scattered them between the heaven and the earth.

At this moment, in the small world, all the statues of the Inanimate Cult Master lit up.A beam of pure white light shot up, carrying a boundless coercion, rushing to the sky.

In the Terran Continent, there used to be only one country, but now it has become 78 small countries.

The Human Race Continent is [-] miles across, which is really too big for mortals.No matter how powerful the mortal court is, it cannot control such a large territory.

When the statue was lit up, all the disciples of the Wusheng Cult screamed wildly. They met in front of the statue and worshiped the statue.

At this time, Fang Yang's voice came from the statue.

"The end of the Dharma is coming. This seat is the leader of Wusheng Cult, the master of the vacuum hometown. This seat returns to lead all the believers of my Wusheng Cult to the vacuum hometown. All believers who believe in my Wusheng Cult are devout to this seat Worship, psychic blessings, and then you can be guided by me and enter the vacuum hometown."

At the same time, this voice resounded through every piece of land in the Human Race Continent.

Seeing the appearance of the Wusheng leader, those who originally thought that the Wusheng leader was a fiction were immediately shaken.They ran faster than the followers of Wusheng Cult, squeezed away everyone, rushed to the statue, and worshiped for a while.

Fang Yang released a small part of his natal cave, covering the entire continent in it.

"receive!"

After the words were collected, all the cities, all the villages, all the rivers, and everything related to the human race were collected by him into his natal cave.

Harvest a continent, done only in the breath.

Fang Yang didn't bother to take care of Yaozu Continent.

It is too costly to preach to the monster race. Transformation requires spiritual energy, and cultivation requires spiritual energy. It is far less cost-effective than preaching to the human race.

After leaving the small world, Fang Yang became extra cautious in his actions.

If only he was alone, he could fight people.But at this time, there are billions of mortal believers in his natal cave.

Mortals are too fragile, if his cave is shaken, a large number of mortals will die.

He had few believers in the Lifeless Sect, so how could he be willing to let them die?
However, just as Fang Yang was thinking about how to place the believers after returning, a huge power of incense and vows was conveyed to his body.

"May the lord bless my family with safety and good luck!"

"Twenty-six believers, because of their strange looks, have never met a woman who treats me sincerely! Please give me a wife who treats me wholeheartedly!"

"Master, the county exam will be held on the third day of next month. If the master blesses me to pass the test, I will definitely reshape the golden statue and build a big temple for him."

Fang Yang couldn't help frowning because of this incense and wish power, which was full of all kinds of desires and distracting thoughts.

He does not need incense and vows.

He never said that as long as someone visits him, he will bless him.

However, something that made Fang Yang even more unhappy soon appeared.

When all the believers were frantically visiting and making wishes, those members of Wusheng Sect who managed the temple came out.

These people didn't come out to maintain order, they came out to collect money.

"Want to be fragrant? Bring 1000 taels of silver!"

"Get out! Can anyone enter the leader's temple?"

"Master Wusheng! This benefactor, you haven't paid for the sesame oil yet."

A lot of ghosts and monsters appeared, using the name of the leader of Wusheng, frantically reaping benefits.

Looking at all this, Fang Yang calmed down instantly, and he was no longer unhappy.

this is the truth.

Immortals are trading with immortals, and mortals are also trading with immortals. Everything in life is a transaction.

(End of this chapter)