The real and false disillusionment in heaven became lively again.

In order to deal with the greater catastrophe and inspire peers and juniors to move forward, Yang Xiaoman and others will take out a batch of top-quality innate spiritual treasures and ninth-level spiritual objects seized and give them to everyone!

How to give it depends on your contribution first and your strength second.

After the news spread, the island almost immediately became excited.

I feel that I have made many contributions in this catastrophe, or the monks who have realized that they are strong in their strength are ready to go.

And if there are Di clans and Qiankun clans, in order to protect everyone, the Southern Taoist sent them directly.

As for other distributions, there is no need to mention them in detail.

The fact that Fang Junmei actually had the third body of the immortal god finally spread. The monks at the level of the ancestral level who had hooked all said they could not believe it, and they all put down their reserve and asked for advice, but no one could do it.

In short, the atmosphere on the island became very warm and the details were not mentioned.

When I was exhausted, the Taoist in the South came to see Song Shede alone again.

Click!

A large box opened, and the rich fragrance came to the nose. After rushing into the human brain, my heart was refreshed and I couldn't say anything.

Song Shede looked at it and was immediately ecstatic!

In the box, four mirrored sacred flowers are arranged neatly, as if they are still hanging on the branches, trembling slightly, and the mirror-like petals are shining with a different kind of dazzling light.

Song Shede took it with both hands like holding a treasure, and his old body was so excited that he trembled.

“Where are so many?”

After watching for a while, he turned around and asked.

The Taoist Nanfang smiled and said, "I got two flowers. There was one in the storage space of the mother clam, and the other one was snatched by Senior Brother Gu."

"Okay, good, grab it!"

Song Shede said yes repeatedly, and he was so happy that he didn't know what to say.

"Senior brother, these four flowers may have created four monks with the three changes in the Taoist heart. Now we will give you research and medicine together. In the future, we can create more or less. It depends on your methods!"

The Taoist in the South said.

Song Shede smiled and said, "I can't make a promise, but in this world of cultivation, if I can't even study it, Song Shede, it will be even more impossible for others."

The eyes were filled with confidence.

"Don't brag, Feng Jun Wang Dao's level is no worse than you."

The Southern Taoist is human.

Song Shede was not annoyed when he heard this, but his eyes lit up, and he suddenly came to his senses and said, "Junior brother, can I call him to study together? This person's level is indeed not inferior to me."

The Taoist in the South thought about it and nodded, "Senior Brother, let's decide for yourself. I just need the result. If I lack any materials, I will ask other monks to find it. There are many monks here, so I am not afraid of not being able to find it. As long as the monks of the Spirit Root clan do not hurt their roots, they can trade if you like it, but say hello to Xiaohan first."

"That would be even better!"

Bang!

Song Shede slapped his thigh and said.

...

Arrange things one by one.

Fang Junmei was gone, and the Taoist in the South became a busy man.

The younger generations with lower realms obviously should also inspire and encourage. Taking advantage of so many races together, the Southern Taoist people started to perform great repertoire. Regardless of race, they selected elite juniors, focused on cultivating, arranged monks at the level of human ancestors, and personally guided them.

The junior monks were all excited and excited.

And that night, Daolang came to meet the Taoist in the South and discussed another thing.

"Nanfang, before leaving, Lao Long mentioned something to me that I told Junmei that I almost forgot that Junmei was not here, and now I will tell you."

After entering the door, he put a ban on the turbulent times, and the Dao Lang said, looking very serious.

"What's the matter?"

The Taoist in the south asked.

Dao Lang said in a troubled time: "Do you feel that the world is trembling strangely one day on the way to escort your team?"

The Taoist in the South recalled what he heard.

After a moment, he said, "There is no strange trembling, but in one day, there was a strange buzzing sound between heaven and earth, as if God was touched."

"We have also felt this, and I still don't know what's going on, but I'm talking about another thing, which was years before it."

Dao Lang's way in troubled times.

“Not an impression.”

The Taoist in the South shook his head.

Dao Lang nodded in the troubled times and said, "Maybe it's because you are too far away, the movements are indeed weaker the further you go."

The Taoist in the South did not speak, and his eyes signaled him to continue.

"A few years after that movement, the monks in the mirror came out... Lao Long suspected that it might be the movement they made to fight against the power of the channel."

The Dao Lang said again in troubled times.

The Southern Taoist's eyes flashed in his eyes and immediately asked, "Have you ever tracked it down? Where is the detailed location?"

"I was retreating at that time and didn't have that much time, but I left the team alone for several days, but I still couldn't find the source of the movement, maybe it was farther away."

"Draw the area and show it to me."

The Taoist in the south quickly said again, and pointed his fingertips and displayed a map of the central holy realm of the human race in the void.

"We were probably at this position!"

The Dao Lang looked at it and pointed at a point.

He pointed to another direction and said, "The movement in this direction is getting stronger and stronger, and perhaps even bigger."

A big circle was drawn, at least as big as one-eighth of the human race's holy realm.

The Taoist in the South smiled bitterly.

Dao Lang laughed in troubled times.

"It's a bit bigger, but it's much better than before."

The Taoist Nanfang nodded and said, "When I get time, I will go and look for it myself."

"Don't learn from Feng Yao. If you find something, don't act rashly and tell us."

Dao Lang said immediately in troubled times.

"Don't worry, that old guy, Youxian from Wanjie, might be there. Although I haven't beaten, I'm not arrogant yet and feel that I'm already his opponent."

The southern Taoist said lightly.

"That's good!"

Dao Lang nodded, thought for a while, and asked again: "If you really find that passage, how do you plan to deal with it?"

"……have no idea."

The Taoist in the South thought about it and shook his head depressedly, but he really didn't know how to deal with it.

It’s a headache to think about it in troubled times. It’s really difficult to deal with it. The most important thing is that you don’t have enough strength, and no matter how many plans you have, you will be confused.

"Where is your first-life senior brother now? What are you doing?"

The Southern Taoist asked with great meaning, but of course he asked him.

When the Dao Lang heard this, he was silent for a moment.
Chapter completed!