Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

Divine glory! Soaring brilliance to the sky!

Different from the last time I entered Shuidou Pavilion, this time, there were densely packed sacred objects, and they were of particularly high grade.

Every fairy grass is a material for refining the spiritual elixir, and every piece of heavenly material and earthly treasure is a material for refining the acquired spiritual treasure.

Fang Yang glanced around and saw many innate spiritual objects that enhanced mana and improved qualifications.

"The thief is so brave, put down the treasure quickly!"

At this time, Yao Shaosi's voice came from behind.

Fang Yang stretched out his hand and swept the magic power, and put all the heavenly materials and earthly treasures into the natal cave.

Then, he threw the Poison Lord Tower and blocked the door. Because he sensed that Baidu Whip was completely at a disadvantage.

The Hundred Poison Whip is only a middle-grade acquired spiritual treasure, but the Dragon Binding Rope is a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure. The gap between the two is really too big.

If it weren't for the fact that only the Golden Immortal was using the dragon-binding rope and couldn't bring out the true mystery of the dragon-binding rope, the Hundred Poison Whip wouldn't have been able to hold on even for a moment.

boom!

Fang Yang had just blocked the door with the Poison Lord Tower when a terrifying bombardment sounded outside.

"Hurry up!"

This time, Fang Yang no longer looked at what he was collecting. As long as it was an item in the Water Dou Palace, he would collect it.

Jinxian's speed was so fast that he circled a thousand miles of space in a matter of seconds.

In just this short moment, the treasures of the entire space entered his natal cave.

Boom!

At this time, the Poison Lord Tower could no longer withstand the attacks from the outside world. The light on the tower was extinguished, and it suddenly shrank and was shaken into the space.

Then, Fang Yang saw a figure coming in with two swords.

"Good thief, who are you?"

This person is Yao Shaosi.

"It's coming so fast! The thirty-sixth strategy is to leave first. I'll leave first! If I fight with these people, I will suffer the loss whether I win or lose."

Fang Yang had a thought in his mind and put it into action.

He made a casual move, and two flying swords at the level of top-grade immortal weapons flew out, heading straight for Yao Shaosi.

Yao Shaosi glanced disdainfully at the flying sword, the top-grade immortal weapon, and slashed out both swords at the same time.

Unexpectedly, just before his swords were about to kill the top-grade immortal weapon, the Flying Sword, a destructive light bloomed on the top-grade fairy weapon.

"No! He's going to blow himself up with the ultimate immortal weapon!"

Yao Shaosi's scalp felt numb.

The self-destruction power of the best immortal weapon is extraordinary. Even if he is hit by the explosion, he will be seriously injured. What's more, outside the palace, there is Chen Jiugong who has not recovered his vitality.

boom!

Two huge mushroom clouds rose inside the Water Dou Hall.

These two mushroom clouds are like two scorching scorching suns. Anyone who comes too close will be melted.

Master Yao sacrificed a defensive acquired spiritual treasure and blocked it in front of him, also blocking the entrance of Shuidou Pavilion.

At the moment of the explosion, everyone's hearing, vision, and consciousness were all disabled.

At the same time, a big hand scratched the dome of Shuidou Pavilion, and white light flew out from the broken hole, and soon disappeared.

After the power of the explosion of the top-quality immortal weapon subsided, Yao Shaosi looked at Shuidou Pavilion again. Where could he see Fang Yang's figure?

"What? He actually escaped with the power of the explosion!"

"This person's cultivation is not worth mentioning at all. Fighting alone, he is definitely no match for me. He doesn't even dare to take the magic weapon because he knows this clearly."

"It's a pity that all the treasures in the palace were stolen by him."

Yao Shaosi was very unwilling.

West Bank of the Yellow River.

Fang Yang did not expect that he would encounter the disciples of a saint and two gods of wealth on this trip to collect the treasure.

"Just wait, one day I will have a fair fight with you."

He was secretly angry and encouraged himself.

It is very uncomfortable to live in fear every day for fear of offending the power of heaven and earth. However, it was this feeling that spurred him to practice non-stop.

He raised his head and glanced at Feng Yi, who was still struggling in the long river of fate. He turned into a stream of light and disappeared by the Yellow River.

Feng Yi was facing death, but he had to find his own way out.

Time flies by, and one hundred and eighty years have passed in a flash.

Cave Paradise is not easy to find.

Fang Yang relied on his memory to visit many famous mountains and rivers. Unfortunately, he has never been able to do so.

The reason why Dongtian Paradise is called Dongtian Paradise is because they are secretive enough. If the Cave Heaven Paradise had not been born or the owner of the Cave Heaven Paradise had hidden them, no one would be able to find them.

What is gratifying is that during these one hundred and eighty years, he has successively found some of the remains of Taiyi Jinxian and Jinxian, and obtained many cultivation classics from them.

Not long ago, he discovered a small world and completed a mission in the small world.

These gains somewhat offset some of the regrets of not being able to find the Paradise of Cave Heaven.

"Look for another twenty years, and I can't find it after twenty years. I will go to the south and use Nanyue Hengshan as a dojo. I don't care if there is a paradise in the cave or not!"

Fang Yang didn't want to waste any more time and made a decision in his heart.

Could it be that if you can’t find the Paradise of Cave Heaven in your whole life, then you won’t practice cultivation for the rest of your life?

Regardless of whether Nanyue Dongtian has not been born, he still has a master. As long as he continues to practice and improve his strength, Nanyue Cave Heaven will be his sooner or later.

He chose to go to Nanyue because the myth of his previous life said that there was a Zhurong Peak in Nanyue, which was the dojo of Zhurong, the God of Fire.

The prehistoric world overlapped with mythology to some extent, so he decided to try his luck.

What if a treasure related to Zhu Rong is really found?

One of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, a great figure in the quasi-holy realm. A drop of his blood can bring countless benefits to Fang Yang.

Twenty years passed very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

As expected, Fang Yang failed to find the Paradise of Cave Heaven.

Not only that, he also encountered people from the Demon Cult.

This group of demon sect members claimed to be the seven-star messengers of the demon sect. In order to refine an acquired spiritual treasure called the Nether Bone Flag, they massacred the creatures in ten cities one after another.

Immortals, demons, mortals, and animals, they don't let them all go.

After they focused on Fang Yang, they chased Fang Yang for thirty-three billion miles until Fang Yang activated Daluo's magic hand to repel these madmen.

That's right! Just fight back!

Fang Yang originally thought that these seven people were just golden immortals, but after he activated Daluo Divine Hand, he discovered that all seven of them were Taiyi golden immortals, the kind who had reached the peak of their cultivation.

They pretended to be golden immortals to hunt down Fang Yang, just to enjoy the fun of hunting!

After temporarily repelling these madmen, Fang Yang never released the fusion with Daluo's arm. He was always on guard against the appearance of these madmen.

One person was running away in front, and seven were chasing after him. Before he knew it, he had covered half of Kyushu.

"Qi Yunshan is ahead. If you have the ability, chase after us. We will all perish together!"

Fang Yang was tired of being chased, so he changed his direction and flew straight towards a fairy mountain shrouded in auspicious aura.