Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

Fang Yang's words woke up the dreamer and boosted the morale of the alliance.

In the past, it might not have been easy for them to find a backer. But now, they are all Daluo Sanxian, and they are still Daluo Sanxian with great luck.

Which person with great supernatural powers would refuse the refuge of a great Luo Sanxian?

Even Western religions are thirsty for talents from the great Luo Sanxian, let alone those with great supernatural powers.

Hong Zhou didn't think of this method, not because he was stupid, but because he never thought about finding a backer.

Along the way, he relied entirely on himself, without anyone's protection. He had absolute confidence in himself when it came to enlightenment.

Just like now, after listening to Fang Yang's method, he remained calm and said nothing.

Nanyue Shenjun and the other three bowed deeply to Fang Yang, their gratitude beyond words. At this time, it suddenly dawned on them that the threat from heaven no longer existed.

"Let's not mention the matter of finding a backer. We also need to deal with it in Heaven."

Hong Zhou said calmly.

In fact, it was obvious that Heavenly Court's goals were him and Fang Yang.

Fang Yang also heard the hidden meaning in Hong Zhou's words.

He is not afraid of the Emperor of Heaven, but he cannot break the rules even if he is not afraid. He couldn't leave any evidence to give the Saint Sect an opportunity to deal with him.

"That's right! Since the Emperor of Heaven wants those three Star Lords to become our confidants, we will let them do so. We will make a decision after 20,000 years."

"Ok!"

Hong Zhou nodded slightly and agreed to Fang Yang's proposal.

They have countless time to improve their cultivation and strengthen themselves. There is no need to fight head-on with Heaven just to gain momentum.

Their cultivation level is still a little short of a level.

With the departure of Hong Zhou and the other four, Fang Yang's opening ceremony came to an end.

This time when we opened the government, we inadvertently solved a problem, which was also an unexpected gain. Even if Heavenly Court and the Magic Lantern Society take action 20,000 years later, it will only be 20,000 years later.

After sending away his allies and sending the believers who came to fill the scene back to the world of destiny, Fang Yang began to think about the next task.

The top priority is to refine the essence and blood of the Demon God of Destiny and improve his own origin. This kind of thing can easily lead to long nights and nightmares. If others find out about the essence and blood of the Destiny Demon, there will be endless trouble.

He stretched out his right hand, and the shadow of the Qiankun Wanli Gate flashed away in his palm. With a bang, a dark space door was opened.

call!

The moment the space door appeared, a gloomy wind poured into the cave sky, and the gloomy wind was accompanied by the howling sounds of many ghosts.

On the other side of the space gate, there is a gloomy world shrouded in blue mist, and a few ghosts can be vaguely seen floating around.

He was going to the underworld to meet Empress Houtu.

In any case, he was able to prove the truth because of the great efforts of the Pangu League. Empress Houtu also came forward to defend him after he shattered the body of Long Er Dingguangxian.

Even if he couldn't repay this kind of kindness, he still had to express his gratitude to others.

Now that he wants to go to the Buzhou Mountain ruins, he has to get permission from Queen Houtu. After all, it is the holy land of the Wu clan.

After entering the door of space, Fang Yang stood on the Huangquan Road.

Ghosts cry on the road to hell, and the pain of death and the grief of separation from loved ones fill this road. No, two ghosts escorted a group of ghosts into his consciousness.

"My father is Master Gu Chen of the Zhuolu Sect. He is a Golden Immortal. How dare you seduce my soul?"

"Snapped!"

"Be honest! Even if your father goes to the underworld, he still has to be honest."

"Uuuuuuuuuuah, it hurts, it hurts so much!"

"Little sister, don't cry. Once you enter Qinguang City, uncle will take you to apply for ghost registration, and then he will take you to see your father and mother."

"I don't want to die. I still have some elixirs that I haven't finished yet."

On the road to hell, there are all kinds of ghosts. Every ghost, young or old, has their story.

Being a human being is difficult and painful. If you cannot see clearly the reality of the world, life will be a time of suffering.

He kept flying along Huangquan Road and soon flew over a ghost town.

In fact, the underworld is similar to the human world. People have a city with humans, and ghosts have a ghost city. People want to eat Yang food, and ghosts also want to eat Yin food.

In the world of Yin and Yang, everything can correspond one to one. Yin and Yang are opposites and unified.

Fang Yang, who has cultivated the Yin-Yang Avenue, knows this very well.

Outside the ghost town, ghosts entering the city have already formed a long queue. They are applying for ghost registration. Only with ghost registration can they become ghost citizens and live in a ghost town.

Those who have no ghost status are wandering ghosts.

In the underworld, there are many ghost cultivators and underworld beasts. Without the protection of the ghost city, wandering ghosts can easily be devoured by ghost cultivators and underworld beasts.

In the underworld, there are ninety-nine and eighty-one ghost kingdoms. The ghost kings of the ghost kingdoms are served by Chi You's eighty-one brothers.

Above the Ghost King are the Ten Palaces of Yama, the Five Ghost Emperors, the Great Emperor of Fengdu, and the Empress Houtu.

In addition to the official institutions of the underworld, there are also ghost cultivators. There are many powerful people in the ghost path, such as the Ancestor of the Other Side, Taoist Wangchuan, Taoist Wu Chang, Ancestor of Sansheng, and Emperor Huangquan.

These great powers are all innate ghost saints, and some roads, mountains and rivers in the underworld are named after them.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation Hall is located in the center of the underworld, where the destiny of the underworld lies. Ninety-nine and eighty-one ghost kingdoms are built around the Six Paths of Reincarnation Hall.

After seeing the novel scenery of the underworld, Fang Yang once again activated the Qiankun Wanli Gate, and with a whoosh, he arrived outside the Six Paths of Reincarnation Hall.

With the Qiankun Wanli Gate, he doesn't have to rush as long as it's the prehistoric world, which saves him a lot of time.

You must know that the underworld, heaven and demon world are on the same level. Needless to say, its area is huge. If he had to fly, he would have to fly for decades to reach the Six Paths of Reincarnation Hall.

Because it is a palace in the underworld, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Palace is not as magnificent as the palace in the upper world. The cyan lanterns hanging outside the palace give people an eerie feeling.

When Fang Yang arrived at the palace gate, the palace gate just opened, and a maid in black clothes with a white ribbon hanging on her shoulder came out.

Naturally, this maid is also a ghost cultivator. The laws of heaven and earth in the underworld are different from those in the Yang world. The creatures in the Yang world are not suitable for cultivation in the underworld.

"The person coming is Taojun Fang Yang. Your Majesty invites you!"

"Thank you, fellow Taoist!"

Fang Yang cupped his hands and thanked him.

The interior of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Hall is no different from the outside world, with dark gray tones, a faint blue yin energy, and the words "underworld", "ghost", "death", and "death" are occasionally posted on the walls.

In some places, Fang Yang even saw walls made of bones. Skulls with empty eye sockets stared at the visitor without saying a word.

The aesthetic values ​​​​of people in the underworld are completely opposite to those in the upper world.

After walking for about half a quarter of an hour, Fang Yang finally saw Empress Houtu.

Empress Houtu is sitting on a white bone-shaped lotus with a compassionate face. There are six holes rotating quietly behind her, and an endless river of great avenues flows around her.

"You came!"

Empress Houtu opened her eyes, and the room was filled with brilliance and divine light, and the space suddenly became sacred.