I'm Teaching to Watch the Door

"Huh! After five thousand years, there is only one last restriction left."

In Wangchuan Hanoi, Shui Yuan looked happily at the flags that were twirling in front of him.

There are thirty-seven to forty-eight prohibitions among the best Xiantian Lingbao, and forty-nine prohibitions for Xiantian Supreme Treasure.

In order to fully control the magic weapon and exert its greatest power, it is natural to refine many restrictions.

Once the refining is banned, even if the magic weapon is lost and taken away, it can also drive the primordial spirit to recall.

Feeling the strength of the last prohibition, Shui Yuan was a little depressed.

According to his estimation, it would take at least tens of thousands of years to refine the last one.

After pondering for a while, Shui Yuan left the six-hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-soul-flank in the river of Wangchuan, and walked out to the river.

Nurturing with the body can also dissolve the restriction, but the speed is much slower.

The Six Soul Banner is one of the very few magic weapons to attack the primordial spirit. You can engrave other people's names on the tail of the banner to pick the primordial spirit, and you can also wave the banner to collect the soul of the person. It is very powerful.

Of course, it was also thanks to Wang Chuanhe being a part of his body, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible for a saint to control this streamer, let alone the restriction in refining.

Taking a step forward, Shui Yuan appeared under the Six Paths of Samsara, and a figure stood in the distance, which was Houtu.

Shui Yuan was not surprised, and slowly walked up to him and asked, "How is it, how long will it take?"

"There is a trickle gushing out, and I don't know how long it will last." Houtu turned around, and the excitement at the beginning was no longer on his face.

It has been tens of thousands of years, and she basically comes here every day, sometimes hundreds of thousands of years in one squat. Whether you are happy, excited, or depressed, you are used to it.

Shui Yuan took a look, and saw that half of the spring water was already in the mouth of the well, but it would obviously take a long time before it spewed out.

"This matter can't be rushed, after all, it concerns the entire underworld." Shui Yuan nodded, not too surprised.

There are nine yellow springs, each of which may correspond to an authentic saint, how can it be so easy to succeed.

Although the eruption speed of the underworld is slow, his connection with the underworld is getting closer, and Shui Yuan is still very happy.

Houtu curled his lips, not entangled in this topic, looked at Shui Yuan up and down, and asked curiously: "What kind of treasure did you obtain, that it caused the Wangchuan River to tremble earlier?"

Although Wang Chuanhe is in the body of Shui Yuan, she is a sage of the underworld, so she can easily sense the fluctuations in Hanoi.

Now that they have known Shui Yuan for a long time, and with the connection of Huang Quan, the two of them have already become more casual.

"Master bestowed the six-hundred soul banner!" Shui Yuan didn't hide anything, and replied calmly.

Compared with Tongtian, Houtu is more clear about his details, it is just a magic weapon, there is no need to hide it.

"Six soul banners?"

Houtu let out an exclamation, with a little surprise on his face.

The body of the Witch Clan is as strong as a magic weapon. To them, the magic weapon is more of a weapon, but this does not mean that Houtu does not know the power of the magic weapon.

The six-hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-soul banner is a fierce and strange treasure of the heavenly way, comparable to the existence of an innate treasure.

Houtu retracted his gaze, and said with a little emotion: "Tongtian really loves you very much."

Although Shui Yuan's Taoism is extraordinary now, there are not many such rare treasures in the world.

As far as she knew, in addition to the disappearing God-killing Spear, there were also the Four Immortal Swords in the palm of Tongtian, which were three thousand Chaos Demon God's blood, the Heavenly Refining Coffin transformed by the Primordial Spirit, and the heavens formed by the awe-inspiring righteousness in the chest of the Father God. Qingyun.

Adding the six soul banners, there are only five heavenly treasures in the whole world, almost all of which are in the hands of the saints. What a blessing that Shui Yuan can get this one.

"Haha! This is the truth!" Shui Yuan readily accepted Houtu's words.

I didn't care about what I did on the island, and I even gave him the position of the deputy leader of Jiejiao afterwards, and I was more responsive to myself.

Shui Yuan is still very satisfied with Master Tongtian.

"I'll leave first if there's nothing else to do, and you will take care of the affairs of the underworld."

It took five thousand years to refine the Six Soul Banner, and it is not clear whether the human race is prosperous or not. There is also Haotian's new heavenly court, and the matter of conferring gods may be planned in advance.

Seeing that Shui Yuan had just appeared and was about to leave, Houtu couldn't help asking strangely: "You must be a direct disciple of Tongtian, why are you so busy?"

During these tens of thousands of years, every time Shui Yuan appeared, he just showed his face to see the progress of Huang Quan, and the rest of the time was either busy or busy.

With Shui Yuan's current level of practice, it is no longer useful to break through, and retreat has long been meaningless. She doesn't understand what Shui Yuan is busy with.

"Heavenly Court is newly established, I want to go and see it!" Shui Yuan turned around to look, and responded with a smile.

Houtu was taken aback for a moment, as a saint, although she hadn't gone to Zixiao Palace, how could she not know such important events in the world.

After thinking about it in my mind, I already realized something in my heart.

"I'm afraid this guy is out for Tianhe's idea." Looking at Shui Yuan who had disappeared, Houtu muttered softly.

It eroded the Wangchuan River, swallowed the sea of ​​blood, and finally took out a law to incarnate Huangquan, and now he is going to make Tianhe, what does Shui Yuan want to do? The body spanned the prehistoric world?

"It's getting more and more interesting!"

Slightly raised his head to look at the sky, Hou Tu's eyes were filled with inexplicable expectation.

Tens of thousands of years have passed since Tongtian preached. At this moment, many disciples on the island have left the customs, and from time to time, the sky can be seen passing through the sky. Occasionally, there is a slight fluctuation in the mountains and forests, obviously there are still many people who are still retreating and enlightening.

Shui Yuan, who gathered his spiritual thoughts, sensed the existence of Tianhe with ease, and it didn't take long for him to assimilate a drop of Tianhe's water.

"It can be eroded!"

After a while, Shui Yuan was overjoyed, as if Haotian had established the Heavenly Court, that will was gone.

But after half a day, Shui Yuan felt a little depressed, the rate of erosion was very slow, even slower than that of the Wangchuan River at the beginning.

"Could it be the reason for the heavy drowning?"

With a mutter, Shui Yuan was also puzzled.

The Milky Way is full of drowning, and a drop of water weighs ten thousand catties, but the Wangchuan River and the Sea of ​​Blood are equally extraordinary, but they are not so slow.

After sinking his mind and thinking carefully, Shui Yuan found that it seemed to be related to the will of the Heavenly Court. Obviously, the Heavenly Court was not as simple as he imagined.

After a little thought in his heart, Shui Yuan left some spiritual thoughts and let him erode on his own.

Appearing on Jin'ao Island, he casually recruited a few fellow disciples, and after explaining everything, he sent them directly to the Great Desolate Land.

"Perhaps we can use this to explore the essence of conferred gods. I hope it won't be as expected." Seeing the digital figures disappearing in the river, Shui Yuan murmured in a low voice.

The prehistoric human race has not yet prospered, but Haotian has established the heavenly court, and the conferred gods are not far away. Shui Yuan is very clear about the ending of Fengshen Zhongjiejiao.

With his current methods, it is impossible to fall, even if a saint takes action, he can still save his life. But if it is like in the original book, it will be difficult to intercept and teach those people.

Now, as the deputy leader of Jiejiao, Tongtian is so loving, how could he wish to see many fellow sects perish and Jiejiao be destroyed.

Hundreds of years later, Shui Yuan, who was condensing the law, was slightly startled, with a look of joy in his eyes.

In the prehistoric land, in a valley, several figures stood tall, and they stood respectfully by the river. Not long after, the river in front of him swayed slightly, and a figure walked out slowly.

"I've seen Senior Brother Shui Yuan!"

Seeing the person who came, everyone hurriedly stepped forward to salute respectfully, but they were all members of the Jiejiao sect.

"Well! How about the order?"

Shui Yuan nodded slightly and asked.

The Taoist on the left arched his hands, and quickly responded: "I followed my senior brother's order and threw myself into the Heavenly Court. I don't want that Haotian to reject me, which is very annoying."

Shui Yuan frowned.

Another person among them also opened his mouth to respond: "That's right, I was mixed with a group of monster races, and I also failed to join the Heavenly Court."

"Yes, Senior Brother, there have already been quite a few monster clans gathered outside the court that day, but very few of them made it into the court, and many of them were directly blasted away."

All the people who were talking were angry and not surprised.

Hundreds of years ago, although they didn't know why Senior Brother Shui Yuan asked them to join the Heavenly Court, out of respect for Shui Yuan, they all went to the Demon Court of the Great Desolate Continent without the slightest hesitation.

I didn't want to come here with a crowd, but they were all blocked out of the door, it was so irritating.

Frowning, Shui Yuan looked at the last one, the only real fairyland junior in the field, the one he specially arranged. Judging by the other party's expression, it seemed that an accident had also happened.

"Senior Brother, that Haotian child is too hateful. I confess frankly that I am a disciple of a saint. I don't want that servant to leave me outside the demon court and wait for a hundred years without seeing him. It's just rude!"

After all, the Taoist's chest heaved violently, and his eyes were filled with raging anger.

The saint's disciples put their bodies down to seek refuge in the heavenly court, but they avoided seeing him, how could this not make him angry.

The rest of the people in the field were all taken aback when they heard the words, and they were all furious immediately.

It's fine for them to be rejected, after all, they didn't reveal their identities, but now they heard that some fellow disciples went as disciples of saints, but they were also rejected, how could this not make them angry.

To disrespect them is to disrespect the master, which is really abominable.

Shui Yuan, who was listening, sighed heavily in his heart, already feeling very bad.

"Okay! You have done a good job. Go back and absorb this thing, it will be of great benefit to your cultivation!"

Looking at the angry crowd, Shui Yuan waved his hand, and suddenly saw several drops of essence floating in front of everyone.

"Senior brother's order is my duty, how dare I ask for a reward."

Seeing this, the Taoist who spoke just now responded loudly, and the rest of the people also echoed in unison.

Shui Yuan smiled slightly, and said softly: "It's nothing, after accepting it, this matter cannot be mentioned on the island."

Seeing Shui Yuan's solemn expression, knowing that this matter may not be easy, several people in the field respectfully agreed. Then he didn't say any more, and carefully put it away.

"Thank you, Brother Shuiyuan!"

Thank you one by one, with gratitude in their eyes.

"Well! Let's go back!" As he spoke, he suddenly saw a portal appearing by the river.

Several people did not stop, bowed to Shui Yuan, stepped into the portal one by one and disappeared.

Shui Yuan didn't leave, and stood alone by the river, looking up at the sky above his head, with worry on his face, Haotian's deeds were too weird.

Although those disciples only had cultivation bases of celestial immortals and true immortals, and their strength was a bit weaker, they were born on Jinao Island and were not infected with evil spirits, so they had no reason to be rejected by Haotian.

Sure enough, Fengshen is not as simple as imagined, and it may not be so easy to easily avoid the calamity.

The general trend of heaven, the general trend.

Shui Yuan rubbed his head, feeling a little bored for no reason, and suddenly his eyes lit up slightly.

With a move of the right hand, the water-shaped portal appeared again, and a familiar figure walked out of it, it was the six-eared macaque.

Seeing Shui Yuan, the six-eared macaque was also very happy, and quickly bowed respectfully: "Six-eared salutation, master!"

Glancing at the opponent's realm, Shui Yuan was very satisfied.