This is How the Heavens and the Worlds Come

Jin Lin's words were unbearable, and he twisted his tail coquettishly, urging his speed, and fled quickly according to Yang Shou's words.

Although Jin Lin didn't have a half-step god realm, but with his huge body, his defense was astonishing, and he was transformed by the energy of calamity, Jing Futu couldn't help him for a while.

After some venting, Jing Futu could only watch Jin Lin walk away, disappearing from sight.

"Who the hell are you?"

He frowned and stared at Yang Shou. Although he was displeased, he suppressed his impulse and did not attack Yang Shou.

This stopped Yang Shou from asking, he pondered for a long time, and opened his mouth to compile an identity for himself.

"The owner of the first Buddhist scripture pavilion in the ages."

That's right, he originally planned to build a Tiandao library, in the words of this world, it is the Sutra Pavilion.

Hearing Yang Shou's words, Jing Futu was taken aback, his mind was full of the number one case in all ages.

Who dares to claim to be the number one sect in the ages these days?

If it weren't for his good temper, other people would have sneered at Yang Shou and even made a move.

"Let's go, remember not to associate with monsters in the future, the Blood Sea Clan likes to feed on wild creatures, it's not a good stubble."

Frowning, Jingfutu finally waved his hand and let Yang Shou go.

But Yang Shou stood in the void, didn't move half a step, saluted slightly: "Sect Master Jing, there is a lack of a skill in my pavilion, I came here specially to ask for a copy."

Jing Futu raised his eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "What kind of exercise is it?"

The Good Fortune Sect has collected countless exercises, and he only thought that Yang Shou wanted to copy an ordinary exercise...

"Fortune formula."

Jing Futu was stunned suddenly, thinking he had heard it wrong, but when he realized it after a long time, he almost vomited obscenities.

"Can you say that again?"

Jing Futu asked in a deep voice, with a bad tone.

Yang Shou nodded understandingly and repeated. Although he is a monk, it is understandable that he can't hear clearly when he is old.

Then I heard the word "roll" from Jingfutu.

The sound was as shocking as thunder, echoing non-stop throughout the Creation Sect.

Many disciples of the Good Fortune Sect have already been attracted, and they are gradually coming here.

"Sect Master Jing, don't worry, there are countless patriarchal clans in my pavilion, all of which are the laws of the gods, and the dharmas that are hard to find in the world can be exchanged with you."

Yang Shou had expected this for a long time, and directly came to the door and said that he wanted the family's Zhenzong Gongfa. This request is a bit too much.

"If you don't want to change, please leave the Good Fortune Sect."

Jing Futu said in a cold voice, and wanted to turn around and leave without further entanglement.

As for what Yang Shou said, there are countless patriarchal clans in the pavilion, all of which are the laws of the gods, which are hard to find in the world. Is the law of the gods really the Chinese cabbage?

How many Heavenly Venerates have there been in the prehistoric times so far?

He only thought that Yang Shou was talking nonsense, and he couldn't help shaking his head because he said that he was the first sect in the ages, he was indeed a lunatic.

Seeing that Jingfutu was about to turn around and leave, Yang Shou quickly stopped and said, "I heard that the Creation Sect has a path of good fortune. As long as you reach level ninety, you can make a request to Tianzun, isn't that true?"

Yang Shou paid attention to the whole process when Bai Yi climbed the stone steps of creation.

Jing Futu, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped, turned around, and nodded.

The rules established by the Heavenly God of Good Fortune, as long as they are prehistoric creatures, regardless of their race, as long as they come to the Good Fortune Sect, the good fortune stone steps are unconditionally open and cannot be refused!

"That's right, but Good Fortune Road is very dangerous, are you sure you want to go?"

"Naturally."

Yang Shou nodded, although now that the masters of the Creation Sect are withered and the Heavenly Venerable Creation is far away, he can use violent methods to snatch the Creation Art, but...

If everything is resolved by violence, it would be too boring for him to be a creator god.

"clang!"

...

A bell rang and suddenly spread throughout the entire Creation Mountain.

The sound was clear and distant, echoing continuously, attracting many disciples of the Creation Sect.

However, drawing on the lessons of facing the wall back then, the number of people who came this time was sporadic and not many.

"Master, is someone going to climb the stone steps again this time?"

Beyond the stone steps, next to the good fortune clock, the holy son Zhao Tiantian was seriously injured, and the first time he heard the good fortune clock, he rushed over.

The Good Fortune Sect had just suffered a near-extinction disaster, with heavy casualties, all due to that black-robed sword-bearer.

The man who claimed to be Tianzijian was unparalleled in the world in swordsmanship, and he and Song Na were no match for each other.

If he hadn't seen the opportunity at a critical moment and chose to retreat, he and Song Na would have fallen by now.

Jingfutu nodded, looked at the back of Yang Shou who had already stepped on the ten stone steps, and said lightly: "These days, you don't go out, I saw the Tianzi sword outside the sect. This person...is a lunatic , I want to climb the ninety stone steps in exchange for the Art of Creation."

"The Art of Creation is never passed on to the outside world, unless it is a disciple of the sect, how can it be given to him, it is simply wishful thinking!"

Hearing this excessive request, Zhao Tiantian was also a little displeased.

"But as long as he proposes to go on the path of creation, we have no way to refuse."

Jing Futu shook his head and sighed.

In fact, he didn't want Yang Shou to climb the stone steps, but this is the rule set by the master.

Zhao Tiantian shook his head secretly. His master is good at everything, but he is too pedantic. If it were him, he would have kicked this person out of the sect long ago.

As for Yang Shou, he was standing on the road of fortune, feeling the scenes that Bai Yi experienced that day.

Scenes of fantasies appeared in front of him like a fleeting moment,

One after another female monkeys kept appearing and phantasmagorizing, each of them scratched their heads and swayed, walking towards him.

Yang Shou looked a little nauseous...

What kind of inferior product is this?

Yang Shou even wanted to directly question Creation Tianzun for making such a disgusting thing.

This look can make him addicted?

Yang Shou felt that Heavenly Creation was insulting him, and it was hard to imagine how Bai Yi was immersed in it back then.

In fact, this cannot be blamed on the God of Good Fortune, who created the road of good fortune to evolve fantasy based on everyone's own most primitive memory.

And Yang Shou... this body was transformed from an ape, and the most primitive memory was nothing but those female monkeys.

The memory after the birth of wisdom is protected by the energy of calamity, which is far from what the road of fortune can pry out.

Level 20, Level 30, Level 40...

Yang Shou walked casually, even felt bored, and even jumped a few levels...

Soon, he reached level sixty.

After reaching level 60, one can be called the pride of heaven in the prehistoric world.

"Master, why do I feel like the stone steps are broken?"

Zhao Tiantian watched Yang Shou walking so leisurely, and remembered the Bai Yi who had let him lose his fortune back then. By comparison, at least Bai Yi still felt a little stressed.

But looking at Yang Shou...

"It's not really in disrepair, is it?"

Then a chestnut was rewarded on his head.

"This is created by Master, how can it fall into disrepair for a long time?"

Jing Futu glared at him, then looked at Yang Shou again.

Sure enough, there are two brushes.

"This kind of person is either pure in heart or firm in Dao. That's why the first sixty levels are so easy and relaxed, and it looks like there is no influence. But after sixty levels, as the illusion strengthens, he is not so easy ..."

As a result, before Jing Futu finished speaking, he saw Yang Shou still strolling in the garden, without a single pause, walking three stone steps in a row, reaching more than seventy steps.

Zhao Tiantian numbly pulled Jing Futu's sleeve, and couldn't help asking: "Master, is it really not broken?"

"Bastard, you still dare to question your master, why don't you go and see if it's not bad?"

Jing Futu gave him a cold look, and cursed angrily.

Good luck on the road.

Yang Shou originally came here with the idea of ​​testing his Dao Xin, but the result was more and more disappointed as he walked.

In his opinion, it is no different from ordinary stone steps. The first sixty steps are still a little bit scenic, and there are many female monkeys scratching their heads, but after the sixtyth step...

Not even monkeys anymore.

He looked around, it was empty, there was nothing like the good fantasies, the good tempering.

When did my Dao heart become so invincible?

So awesome?

Soon, Yang Shou walked up to the eighty stone steps in a daze.

Seeing such a terrifying scene, Jingfutu couldn't help swallowing.

"It's not really broken, is it?"

A guess came up in his mind, but he quickly vetoed it.

The stone steps created by Tianzun will definitely not go wrong.

If there is no problem with the stone steps, then there is something wrong with the person in front of him.

The first case in eternity, the Sutra Pavilion, the owner of the pavilion, exchanging exercises...

Thinking of what Yang Shou said before, he couldn't help but treat it with caution.

Could it be that what the people on the stone steps said was true?

Is it true that the Buddhist scriptures pavilion is full of Heavenly Laws?

Just thinking about it is a bit scary, unless this sect is really worthy of the name of the first sect in the ages.

"Eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-three..."

Behind him, Zhao Tiantian counted numbly, his whole body was not well.

This scene was too shocking, it could even be said to be terrifying.

No one has ever been able to walk so fast after level 80. In just a few breaths, they have reached... level 90.

The Xuan Ye back then, the white clothes back then, had narrow escapes and only reached the eighty-ninth level.

And the person in front of him...

Zhao Tiantian really couldn't find any words to describe it. If it wasn't that the good luck road was broken, it was because he met a big boss.

The real boss is probably not Tianzun, and he is not far away from Tianzun.

Yang Shou was standing on the eighty-nine stone steps, and was about to step on the ninety stone steps, when suddenly there was a change in front of him, and a broken starry sky appeared.

The stars were dim, and broken stars were floating around. There was a blood-stained figure in white clothes standing in front of him, staring at him fiercely.

Yang Shou raised his eyebrows, Bai Yi's Dao Yun from back then was still rubbed here.

Sensing his arrival, Bai Yi turned around and turned into a huge star. The phantom of the white sable flickered and attacked him.

"White clothes?"

Yang Shou spoke softly, without any movement, and let the blood-stained figure attack. Just as he shouted out, the huge star suddenly trembled, stopped his figure, and stopped in mid-air.

"Master... Master?"

The white clothes, which had been imprinted with will and dao rhyme, still had a hint of will hidden, and the lips moved slightly, and read two words.