Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

In the cave, Fang Yang held a blue fairy sword and frowned deeply.

"Top-grade immortal weapons. It seems that it is impossible to refine top-grade immortal weapons without the power of law."

He had lived a very fulfilling life during this thousand years.

It takes two hundred years each to refine weapons, refining Gu, refining poisons, practicing Taoism, and researching formations.

It's a pity that although he is very good at theory, he has very few practical operations.

He was seriously short of materials and used them up after just a few exercises.

Baidu Boy's space magic weapon contains a lot of materials, but the level of those materials is too high, and he is reluctant to use it.

"and this!"

Fang Yang put away the fairy sword he had made and took out a small green bottle, feeling a little embarrassed.

This small bottle seals the poisonous energy of the ancient plague king.

The poisonous air is a big trouble!

Plague is no more poisonous than other poisons.

Other poisons will disappear if they are dispersed, but the plague can continue to spread and replicate.

The poisons come together to form a great plague.

Even the Golden Immortal may not be able to withstand the poison of the Ancient Plague Lord. If this poisonous air were released, how big a disaster would it cause?

If Fang Yang can't handle it well, just wait for the karma gift package!

"For today's plan, we can only store it. When the cultivation level improves in the future, we will find a way to deal with it."

He thought for a long time, but couldn't think of a reason, so he had to give up.

Everything that needs to be digested has been digested, and it’s finally time to leave.

Fang Yang walked to the entrance of the cave, reached out and grabbed the poisonous gas at the entrance of the cave. He looked at the poisonous gas that had previously poisoned him without any power, with a faint smile on his face.

boom!

After an explosion, he flew out of the sea.

After not seeing the sky for a thousand years, Fang Yang couldn't help but take a deep breath when he saw the blue sky again.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"

There was a shout from the distance, Fang Yang looked with his consciousness and saw a young Taoist priest wearing beige robes flying over.

Golden fairy! At least it’s a golden fairy!

Fang Yang felt a headache. Since when have there been so many golden immortals in the East China Sea?

He originally wanted to ignore it and leave directly, but after seeing clearly the Taoist priest's cultivation, he decided to wait.

The young Taoist priest flew in front of Fang Yang, raised his hand and asked.

"Is this fellow Taoist going to Penglai Island?"

Fang Yang returned the gesture: "That's not the case. This Penglai Island is a monastery for saints. How can it be that everyone can go there?"

When he saw that the young Taoist priest was full of vitality, he knew that this Taoist priest was a disciple of the saint.

The young Taoist priest was surprised: "My fellow Taoist is in the East China Sea, but you don't know about the Seven Immortals Dharma Assembly?"

"What is the Seven Immortals Assembly?"

Fang Yang had some guesses just by hearing the name, but he couldn't be sure.

"Have you ever heard of the names of the Seven Immortals of Penglai?"

asked the young Taoist priest.

"Of course I have heard of it. There are many masters under the disciples of Saint Jie Jiao, and these Penglai Seven Immortals are the top masters in Jie Jiao."

"Not bad!"

There was a hint of pride on the young man's face, "In the ancient world, there were many immortals with high cultivation levels. However, the only ones who can care about the world and benefit all living beings in the three realms wholeheartedly are the immortals from the three religions of Ren, Chan, and Jie."

"That's what fellow Taoist said."

Fang Yang nodded with a smile, but he didn't quite agree in his heart.

If there were not three saints pressing down on their heads, these saint disciples would have let themselves go.

"In Xia Yang, I am a disciple of Wusheng Cult. Dare you ask me your friend's name?"

The young Taoist priest frowned slightly after hearing this.

"Wu Sheng Sect, is there such a sect in the ancient times?"

"Haha, it's a small sect. It's normal that fellow Taoists have never heard of it." Fang Yang looked careless.

"That's it. I am a poor Taoist named Kinnara, and I am taught by Taoist Ran Deng."

The young Taoist priest said seriously.

If he had just arrived in Honghuang and found out that the person in front of him was Kinnara, Fang Yang would definitely be shocked.

The name Kinnara may not be well-known, but if it were changed to another name, it would be different.

Wutian!

Fang Yang's luck is still good.

First he met a mysterious boss like Shenlong, and now he met Wutian Buddha himself.

"Jie Jiao and I, Chan Jiao, are both authentic Taoist sects and have the responsibility to preach to all sentient beings. Therefore, every one hundred thousand years, the seven uncles from Penglai Island will hold the Penglai Dharma Assembly on Penglai Island, and at the Dharma Assembly, they will pray for all the immortals. Open up the road."

"After the sermon, the seven master uncles will also hold a fighting conference. Anyone who performs well in the conference will have the opportunity to receive guidance from the seven master uncles. Especially outstanding immortals will have the opportunity to worship the Jie Cult. "

Kinnara talked eloquently.

After speaking, he looked at Fang Yang with regretful eyes.

"It's a pity that fellow Taoist disciples already have a disciple. Otherwise, fellow daoist disciples would have a great chance of becoming a disciple."

"It is indeed a pity. However, once you are a teacher, you will always be a teacher. You must never do such a thing as betraying your sect."

Fang Yang said with emotion.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, Pindao reminds you."

"Fellow Taoist Kinnara, please give me some advice."

"Fellow Daoist Fang, you have the aura of demons all over you. It's okay if you meet the Jie Jiao disciples. If you meet our Chan Jiao disciples, they will definitely kill the demons on you. This time, you'd better go to the Seven Immortals Dharma Assembly. If you can gain some understanding while listening to the sermon and remove the demonic aura from your body, it will be much easier to travel in the wilderness in the future."

Kinnara's tone was very serious.

In addition to the evil spirit, there is also a vague karma in the demons who do many evil things. He didn't feel the existence of karma on Fang Yang.

That's why he reminded Fang Yang.

"What Taoist friend Kinnara said makes sense, I have learned from you!"

Fang Yang solemnly bowed his head.

So, at Kinnara's invitation, Fang Yang embarked on the road to Penglai Island.

With Fang Yang holding back, the two flew for two months and finally flew to Penglai Island.

"Penglai Island is quite close. If Fellow Daoist Fang wants to go to Jin'ao Island, it will take at least two hundred years to fly."

With a relaxed look on his face, Jinnuluo flew Fang Yang hundreds of millions of miles without blushing or panting, and he didn't consume much mana.

Fang Yang had reason to suspect that Baidu Boy was a fake golden immortal.

He was right to think so.

One is a state achieved through enlightenment by a person with great supernatural powers, and the other is a state achieved through hard work. Can these be the same?

From the moment a child is enlightened, it is difficult for them to improve their cultivation. Unless they are reincarnated, baptized with the power of reincarnation, and condensed into a brand of life.

Penglai Island is so big that it is inappropriate to describe it as an island. It is simply a floating continent.

It was originally transformed from chaos fragments, and the island is filled with the atmosphere of chaos.

But after countless years, the chaotic atmosphere on the island dissipated, and it became similar to other fairy islands.

Fang Yang landed on the island and saw that there were strange flowers and plants and rare treasures growing everywhere on the island. In the center of the island, there are countless mountain peaks, countless rivers, and countless palaces.

At this time, because of the Seven Immortals Dharma Assembly, many immortals and demons flew to Penglai Island. Due to the majesty of the Seven Immortals of Penglai, immortals and demons are distinct and do not invade each other.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, Pindao is a junior. When he arrives at Penglai Island, he should pay homage to several uncles. Therefore, Pindao can only send fellow Taoist here."

"Fellow Taoist Kinnara, you're so polite! I haven't thanked you yet."

After Fang Yang and Kinnara separated, they spontaneously walked into the demon camp.