This is How the Heavens and the Worlds Come

Just when the great black shark was thinking this way, an invisible beam quietly appeared above the Blood Sea Clan.

Daozu shot, how could this group of newly born Blood Sea Clan be able to discover that all the creatures of the Blood Sea Clan were bound by the big net in an instant.

"Ah, despicable old man, he clearly said that this place was given over to us, and he still played tricks!"

The big black shark, whose head is not very bright, roared, furious, twisting its body wildly, opening its bloody mouth, biting the invisible net frantically, trying to help the whole race break out of the bondage.

However, it was doomed that all this was in vain. Even the Eight Great Heavenly Venerates couldn't get rid of Daozu's attack. Nothing too tortuous happened. The entire Blood Sea Clan was caught by Daozu like fishing.

"This is the real fishing master."

Above Nine Heavens, Yang Shou said with emotion.

This net directly caught all the Blood Sea Clan, bound them together, and then... dragged them to the vicinity of the Island of Life. It was the same as raising fish, except that Daozu had a relatively large hand and raised a race.

This farce ended at the cost of the destruction of the entire army of the Blood Sea Clan. Fortunately, only some high-level members of the Blood Sea Clan came to the Island of Life this time, and some... the whales escaped the catastrophe and were not captured. captivity.

If this continues, the speed at which the blood lake absorbs the doomed energy will become slower and slower, but it will not affect the overall situation. The flood has flooded the world for more than 500 years, and most of the energy of death and birth has been collected.

In today's prehistoric world, there are not many deaths.

However, the floods are still coming, and the sea level is still rising. If this continues, within a thousand years, the entire world, except for the highest peak, Buzhou Mountain, and all other small islands will be submerged.

Yang Shou glanced at the current prehistoric situation. Floods are everywhere. Who would have thought that five hundred years ago, this place used to be a piece of land with great rivers and mountains and vicissitudes of life, but now it has been reduced to torrential waters.

"Fu Nao, you continue to monitor the world here, and I will return."

After solving the problem of the traverser, Yang Shou returned to Fangcun Mountain.

Rather than being high above the nine heavens, he would rather incarnate in the world and cultivate talents in the Three Star Cave.

"I don't know how the white clothes are doing."

In the Three Star Cave, Yang Shou stretched his waist. This time, he had been in seclusion for more than thirty years.

"Theoretically speaking, the white clothes before my retreat were in the Three-Yuan Realm. After getting the meditation method and the alchemy inheritance, she should be enlightened now."

Opening the door of the cave, Yang Shou walked up to the Lingquan, took a sip of the clear spring water.

It's a bit sweet, but it's quite beneficial to this body.

Right now, he is still in the three-element realm and has not broken through to the Dao-enlightenment realm, but...for him who can hang up at any time, no one in this world can threaten him.

In the entire prehistoric world, if anyone is the protagonist of the world, it must be him.

Who made him the incarnation of the Creator God?

"Forget it, I won't summon them this time, I will go to their cave to find them myself."

After all, he has to wait a hundred years in silence before he can continue to absorb the energy of doom. He has to find something to do.

Sitting high and high on the Nine Heavens all day, although a hundred years can pass in the blink of an eye, Yang Shou feels that such cultivation is too boring.

He was going to witness the splendor of the flourishing age of cultivation that he had finally cultivated.

By the way, go learn it secretly.

As the God of Creation, he naturally has to know everything. The prehistoric world is too vast, and the various cultivation methods that were born are changing with each passing day. The eight holy places all have their own unique skills, such as the creation formula of the Creation Sect, and the world's extreme speed of the Extreme Speed ​​​​Tianzong...

It's time to continue harvesting waves.

Walking out of the Three Star Cave, Yang Shou walked on the mountain path of Fangcun Mountain. Along the way, all kinds of creatures who had achieved success in cultivation and turned into human shapes all looked up at him with doubts.

It stands to reason that the flood swept across the world, and Fangcun Mountain, as a paradise, was not damaged by the flood, but relatively, no strangers came in.

The people in Fangcun Mountain basically know each other, except Yang Shou, the master of Fangcun Mountain who has been retreating all the year round.

"Could it be a fellow Taoist of the new form?"

Some people muttered, quite curious about Yang Shou.

Finally, Yang Shou was walking on the mountain path when a white-haired old man suddenly recognized him, and suddenly knelt on the ground, pressing his forehead to the ground: "Old man Situ Yu, pay homage to the ancestor of Sanxing."

Hearing the name of the three-star ancestor, Yang Shou's mouth twitched, what a thing, it's too ugly.

"you know me?"

Raising his eyebrows, Yang Shou beckoned, and an invisible force lifted the old man up.

In Fangcun Mountain, there are not many people who can know him, after all, he has never gone down the mountain.

The white-haired old man who called himself Situ Yu smiled, showing his mouth with only a few teeth missing: "The girl in white often visits the old shop, and thanks to her care, I had a chance to see the portrait of the ancestor of Sanxing."

Yang Shou nodded, it's not surprising that he can get to know him like this.

It's just that I have time to talk about white clothes, and it's fine to draw a portrait of myself. Why am I called the ancestor of Samsung?

"My... Dao name is Bodhi, not Sanxing Patriarch."

Yang Shou waved his hand, and decided that since it has been applied, it will be applied to the end. The Bodhi Patriarch sounds countless times better than the Samsung Patriarch.

He has decided that in every world that will evolve in the future, there will be a Lingtai square inch mountain, a slanting moon and a three-star cave, and the Bodhi Patriarch will come out.

As the first generation of Bodhi Patriarch, let me be myself.

The Bodhi Patriarch in the following world will be selected slowly.

"Don't blame the patriarch, it was written on the portrait of the girl in white, the old man called it wrong."

Situ Yu was terrified, and it was a big taboo to call the Master of Fangcun Mountain the wrong name.

Fortunately, Yang Shou waved his hand and didn't get entangled in these trivial matters.

"The Patriarch is going to find the girl in white?"

On the mountain road, seeing Yang Shou was about to leave, Situ Yu bowed and said suddenly.

Yang Shou turned around, nodded, and then heard Situ Yu explain: "If the Patriarch wants to find a girl in white, he can't find her in the cave. She is in the Fangshi on the mountainside, and is holding the first session of Fangcun Mountain... Painter Contest."

"Painter contest?"

Yang Shou secretly thought that sure enough, after he retreated, instead of practicing hard in the cave, he went to Fangshi to hold some kind of competition.

Doing something messy is simply not doing business properly.

Thinking of this, Yang Shou's expression turned a little dark, and he asked Situ Yu to lead the way to Fangshi.

The area of ​​Fangcun Mountain is not small. After hundreds of years of reproduction, plus the transformation of the spirit-gathering runes, Fangcun Mountain is full of immortals, outstanding people, and there are not a few monks who have transformed.

Most of them live in every corner of Fangcun Mountain, some live in caves, some live on trees, some live in the soil, and some live on rocks, anyway, they are very strange.

Correspondingly, in order to communicate with each other and pass the boring time, with more and more monks, the square market was formed logically, but... the actual manager of the square market is the second disciple of Patriarch Bodhi, in white.

Because he bears the name of the Patriarch's disciple, his cultivation is tyrannical, and there is no tyranny, so the white clothes are quite popular in Fangcun Mountain.

Especially the competitions that are often held, with rich rewards, attract many monks from Fangcun Mountain to participate.

For example, this time, the artist competition, the name is very low. However, because of the ultimate reward promised by Baiyi, it has become the competition with the largest number of participants and the highest enthusiasm.

The competition went through two stages: preliminaries and finals. The first stage was the free painting stage. More than 1,000 contestants participated, and only eight were able to advance. The judging standard is... the three judges jointly scored.

Well, fair and reasonable.

Along the way, listening to Situ Yu's explanation, Yang Shou felt that he really needed to educate Bai Yi. As far as he knew, Bai Yi had held more than 30 competitions in the past 30 years.

Still have time to practice like this?

"Bai Yi, Qing Qiong will be the judge, and there is one more...couldn't it be you?"

Listening to Situ Yu's explanation, Yang Shou asked suddenly.

Situ Yu blushed. Being watched by the patriarch, he couldn't help but nodded and said, "Thanks to the girl in white for being a judge."

"Patriarch, look, this is here."

Finally, Yang Shou and Situ Yu arrived at Fangshi. At this time, the bustling Fangshi was sparsely populated, and they all gathered in the center of Fangshi.

In the center of Fangfang, there are already a sea of ​​people, all looking forward to who will enter the final.

More than a thousand people are eagerly waiting for the result, and countless spectators are crowded around, and in the innermost part, Bai Yi and Qing Qiong are choosing who can advance from more than a thousand paintings.

"Second Senior Sister, isn't your judgment standard too hasty? Are you talking about openness and fairness? I didn't even take a look at it, and Situ Yu didn't even show up. You eliminated more than 700 paintings."

Qing Qiong rubbed his forehead, feeling a little dizzy with this second senior sister, and muttered softly.

"What? Do you have an opinion?"

Bai Yi didn't even look at him, and put an X in one painting after another, indicating elimination.

Qing Qiong shook her head again and again, not daring or wanting to reason with Second Senior Sister.

At this time, his whole body's acupuncture points are connected as one, and after the 409 acupuncture points are connected, his spiritual power is far beyond that of the ordinary three-element realm.

That's right, in the past 30 years, he has penetrated 409 acupoints in one fell swoop, and he has broken through to the Three-Yuan Realm logically.

And the second senior sister seems to often hold various competitions to pass the boring time, but in fact, her cultivation has long been unfathomable, especially when the master came out more than 30 years ago and taught her the way of alchemy and divine consciousness. With five hours of daily practice, he has successfully broken through to the realm of enlightenment.

Only by successfully finding your own way can you step into the realm of enlightenment.

It's just that he asked Second Senior Sister several times what her way is, but Second Senior Sister never said it, but her strength is really terrifying.

Ten years ago, his acupoints had penetrated into one body, and he had reached the Sanyuan Realm. He could only compete with the Second Senior Sister who had just broken through to the Dao Enlightenment Realm. Now that the Second Senior Sister has practiced for ten years, she no longer knows how strong she is.

Although the acupuncture point cultivation method is strong, the second senior sister's alchemy and spiritual power are even more perverted.

Comparing people to people, it really makes people mad.

Although he was beaten up every day, Qing Qiong was never jealous. He had mediocre aptitude, and it was a blessing to be accepted by the teacher.

It's just... the teacher has been in seclusion for more than 30 years, and he doesn't know when he will leave.

Come and clean up this little fairy, she wants to pass this competition and marry herself off!