Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 2 Hongmeng Purple Qi
"Let's go now?" Zhang Yang was puzzled for a while, always feeling that something was wrong, but he just couldn't explain why he came here, and finally let it go.

"I want to see what kind of inheritance it is?" Zhang Yang began to browse through the information in his mind with curiosity. He saw that there was only one exercise, which pointed out several hidden places in Buzhou Mountain where spiritual roots were hidden. Lingbao.

"Damn, what kind of peerless inheritance should I be, bird eggs, just one exercise, just these few magic treasures and medicines, and even kill the Four Sages, in my current state, it's even hard to kill a bird, liar, big liar... ..." Luckily, Zhang Yang is just a gourd vine, without a nose, if he had a nose, his nose would be crooked.

I thought that the inheritance that could kill the Four Sages was at least at the level of the Opening Three Treasures. Even if there was no magic weapon at the level of the Opening Three Treasures, at least three or five innate treasures would be given, or a treasure map of a shocking secret treasure or something?Fortunately, there is only one solitary exercise now.

People who practice the Tao pay attention to the law, wealth and land, and the four things are indispensable. Let alone the partner, there is neither wealth nor land.

Zhang Yang felt that he was cheated. If he had known earlier, he should not have agreed to him so early and was blackmailing him a little bit. Sick body. ． ． ． ．

Talking about the sick body, Zhang Yang always felt that something was passing away in his body, and his heart tensed up inexplicably, and there was a faint voice in his heart telling himself that if he didn't stop this passing quickly, he probably wouldn't be able to last long.

With a thought in his heart, Zhang Yang stopped complaining, calmed down his excited thoughts, calmed down and began to browse this exercise. If he didn't read it, he didn't know it.

The four characters at the beginning: Hongmeng Ziqi.

Zhang Yang is too familiar with the primordial purple qi, the primordial purple qi is the foundation of holiness, how many ancient powers were involved in the great calamity of the world in order to obtain the primordial purple qi, and disappeared forever between the heavens and the earth, if others know, Zhang Yang cultivated the primordial Ziqi, others have no choice but to swallow Zhang Yang in one go.

This is not a chance against the sky, but the source of disaster.

"Heaven! Earth! Can you give me some way to survive!" Zhang Yang looked up to the sky in grief and indignation, and crossed the gourd and rattan Yuanling thousands of times in his heart, but after thinking about it in the blink of an eye, the situation was wrong. Is it the same as the primordial purple qi?

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Zhang Yang read the scriptures of "Hongmeng Ziqi" again. After reading it from the beginning, Zhang Yang's brows relaxed, and his mood became better and better.The exercises are not what I thought at all. In addition, the cultivation of Primordial Purple Qi can be shaped, and you can shape it according to your liking.

"Good exercise! Good exercise!" Zhang Yang was overjoyed. After watching the complete exercise, Zhang Yang's old face suddenly collapsed, because to cultivate the primordial purple energy, the original source must be complete, but his original source was [-]% missing. What can I do?
Feeling the body's essence passing away, but he had no way to do it, Zhang Yang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, constantly waving bare branches and dead leaves.

Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in Zhang Yang's mind, and Zhang Yang suddenly remembered the memory of the inheritance: "It seems that a hundred miles away from here, there is a Sanguang Mountain thousands of meters high, and there is a secret cave on the top of the mountain. Water heals the source of all things."

"Yes, let's find the Xiantian Sanguang Shenshui." Zhang Yang immediately decided to go without hesitation. Zhang Yang couldn't wait for it to take shape as soon as possible. In such a blessed place, the saints will return to their positions, and they will not be able to get any food. Zhang Yang is very clear about this.

Zhang Yang's heart moved, and the branches, leaves, and roots around him began to shrink slowly, turning into a ball. Just about to use the method of earth escape to go away, suddenly the sky came out and gave a light sigh, and said to the other: "Young master, look at the old withered vine, The leaves are almost gone, only the bare branches are left, and they are not dead yet, it looks like you want to change to a better place?"

"Is there someone?" Zhang Yang was startled, let go of his feet, and without thinking about it, he burrowed into the soil and disappeared in an instant.

"Good luck, good fortune, it's still an innate spiritual root, hurry up, the innate spiritual root will never fall into a place without treasure." The young master behind shouted in surprise.

These words just reached Zhang Yang's ears who had just dug into the soil, and Zhang Yang was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, "I only heard that the phoenix does not fall into a land without treasures. Some bastard told him that the innate spiritual roots do not fall into a land without treasures." God, let me know that he must smash his dog's mouth."

When he was angry, Zhang Yang let go of his feet and ran forward desperately, but was caught when he ran too slowly, and his soul was wiped out. He wanted to take regret medicine, but there was no place to buy it.

The innate spiritual root will have one or several innate escape methods. According to its own attributes and the different environments where it grows, the escape methods are also different. Metropolis, the spiritual roots born in water and fire, imply the two attributes of water and fire, plus the earth element, water, fire and wood are all three escape methods, these are the principles of the five elements' mutual generation and mutual restraint.

Otherwise, Zhang Yang would not dare to say anything.

Zhang Yang ran forward with milking energy, and a white cloud followed Zhang Yang lightly and tightly behind him, neither fast nor dissatisfied, always keeping a certain distance, Zhang Yang speeded up, it also speeded up, Zhang Yang slowed down, and he also slowed down.

There are two people standing on the white cloud, one in front and one behind, the former is a young man in a yellow Taoist robe, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes, his eyes are wandering around, flashing a greedy light from time to time, it's hard to see It's not a good thing, it's called Shu Lai Bao.

Standing behind him is a middle-aged man in his 30s, who also looks like a mouse, bowing his head from time to time, showing respect and flattery when he looks at the young people, calling him "mouse money".

While closely following Zhang Yang, Shu Qian flattered and said, "Young master, with our strength, we can directly grasp this withered and prosperous spiritual root and forcefully ask about the place of treasure. Wouldn't it save time and effort? Why do we have to return it?" Follow him?"

"Haha, if you are tough, you may not get anything, and your efforts will not be appreciated." Shu Laibao smiled slightly, with a mysterious look on his face.

"Why?" Shuqian showed surprise and asked without knowing why
Shu Laibao didn't directly answer Shu Qian's question, but pointed to Zhang Yang and said, "Look at the withered appearance, almost [-]% of its vitality is left. If we catch it directly, it will drive him into a hurry and directly shatter his wits." , the vitality dissipates in an instant, not only will the treasure land not be obtained, but the spiritual root will also become dry wood, and it will definitely be beaten by chickens and eggs!"

"Young master has great views, wisdom is unparalleled, the jade tree is facing the wind, and he is romantic. It is not a loss to the first genius of the rat clan. Ten rat money is not one ten thousandth of the son. My rat money is mixed with the son, and I am with the right person." His face suddenly realized, and his flattery clinked.

"You really know how to talk, boy, come hang out with me in the future, and reward you for being popular and spicy." Shu Laibao was triumphant, feeling as if his whole body was floating in the clouds, the beauty in his heart!
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Tens of miles away, there is a simple black sword sticking out on the top of Sanguang Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there are two groups of people standing, one is a group of beast-headed people, wearing black scales, with fire snakes on their ears, and red eyes, and the other is a group of mang-headed people, wearing black scales, with green snakes wrapped around their hands.

The two groups are one or two meter giants, holding spears in their hands, wrapped in unknown animal skins around their waists, looking at each other from a distance, sparks are shooting out, and the fighting spirit is rising.

Among them, the one with the animal head and human body was the first to speak: "Gonggongye, you old water bug, our Zhu Rong family is ready, don't spit when you lose, haha."

As soon as I said this, the people behind clapped their hands on their chests and shouted provocatively, "Zhu Rong, you must win, Zhu Rong, you must win..."

"Zhu Rongman, Hugh is going crazy, the treasure hunt competition, the winner or loser is still unknown." Gonggongman snorted coldly, and raised his big hand to the sky, and all the Gonggong people behind roared: "Gonggong, we must win, Gonggong!" , must win..." and Gonggong's people are facing each other, and they will not give in to each other.

"Stop talking nonsense, you can see the real trick, whoever can take down the big black knife on the top of the mountain will win, Erlang, rush for me..." Zhu Rongman snorted angrily, and waved at the others behind him .

"Quack!" With Zhu Rongman's consent, the rest of Zhu Rong's family screamed strangely, like a wild wild horse that had run wild, and rushed towards the thousands of meters high Sanguang Mountain.

Seeing Zhu Rong's people rushing towards Sanguang Mountain, Gong Gongye snorted coldly, and waved his hand behind him without any nonsense. The people of Gong Gong rushed towards San Guang Mountain like a surging tsunami. ． ． ． ． ．
At this moment, a yellow light flashed in the soil.

Zhang Yang arrived with the Congenital Earth Escape Technique, just in time to see the two parties rushing up the mountain with great arrogance, Zhang Yang's face changed suddenly, he couldn't care about anything else, the Congenital Earth Escape Technique worked to the extreme, and rushed to Sanguang Mountain ． ． ． ． ． ．
The new book needs your care, a collection and a recommendation are all great encouragements to me, thank you all.

(End of this chapter)