Everyone lived in the valley for thousands of years and had a sense of belonging. When they heard the word "moving", they were full of unwillingness, but they had to follow Yang Sanyang's laws and start packing things.

Large bags and small jars, pots and pans, piled up into small hills and spread out in the valley.

I saw a dragon, beard and tiger with big mouths, swallowing all the daily necessities like a hill in it, looking at Yang Sanyang with a flattering face.

"Baoshi! What's the use of this magical power? It can't trap people!" Yang Sanyang glared at Longyehu, swept across the entire valley, and said to Fuxi: "All traces must be erased."

Fuxi knew this: "Don't worry, senior brother, there will be no more omissions, and there will be no traces left in the cave."

The innate Eight Trigrams can be regarded as the fastest and simplest innate supernatural powers, which have nothing to do with the practice of magic power, but only with understanding.

If you can learn the innate Eight Trigrams, you can trick the secrets of heaven, even if the gods of Daluo can fool them. This magical power is beyond the will of heaven, how can you easily be learned by others?

With a wave of her sleeve, the fine wine that had been buried underground for thousands of years was taken away by the Taoist robe. Yang Sanyang looked at the direction of the main peak of Daoyuan, and after a while, he said, "Let's go!"

"Finally there is a peak of my own." Wa's face was no longer disappointed, but instead seemed very excited.

Yang Sanyang rolled his eyes and patted Wa's head: "You, when you get to the mountain, you can open up a medicinal field by yourself to comprehend your great path of life for your creation."

"Yes! Yes!" Wa nodded excitedly.

The boy doesn’t know the taste of sorrow!

After leaving the valley, the dragon-bearded tiger steps suddenly stopped. Yang Sanyang, who was riding on the dragon-bearded tiger, felt aware and turned around to look at the white figure not far away.

Daoyuan!

"Where are you going?" Daoyuan's eyes were swollen and blocked the way, and his body was trembling, as if they were leaves floating in the wind.

"Senior Sister!" Yang Sanyang bowed with respect and said, "You know that I am not in line with Daoyi. If my senior sister becomes a Taoist partner in the future, I am afraid that I will be uneasy. If my senior sister is caught in it, it will be difficult for her to deal with it. It should be noted that the most terrible wind in this world is the wind beside her. If Daoyi says bad things about me, it will make her disgust towards me, which is not beautiful."

"You... I have offended all my senior brothers in the mountains. Can't you stay for me?" Daoyuan stood in the wind with thin body, his eyes full of expectation, his eyes full of longing.

"Senior Sister, you don't know my temperament!" Yang Sanyang shook his head, kicked the dragon-bearded tiger under his crotch, and then walked slowly to the distance: "Besides, my mountain is not far from my senior sister's mountain. If you have free time, you might as well come to me to sit."

"It's not early, and the cave needs to be opened. In the future, the cave will be seated. I will definitely invite my senior sister to sit down." Yang Sanyang smiled, and disappeared into the canyon with a few flashes of dragon beard and tigers, leaving Daoyuan looking at the mess all over the ground, silently speaking.

The peaks of Yang Sanyang selected the Taoist temple are the best peaks in Lingtai Fangcun Mountain. They were left by fellow teachers who had fallen in the previous disaster.

It was just that the world changed. The architecture had become nothing and turned into nothingness and returned to the original state, without any sign of it.

"Senior brother, there is no people here and it is deserted. What should we do?" Wa was helpless.

"Don't worry, let's see my methods." A red light emerged between Yang Sanyang's mouth and nose, and instantly turned into the sun's divine fire, crossing half of the mountain. He saw the grass and vegetation in the peak turned into ashes in the blink of an eye, and even the rocks began to melt.

Seeing this, Yang Sanyang closed the real fire, looked into the distance with his eyes, and took out his own shovel in his hand: "Next, construction is to start and build the palace corridor. We must live here for a long time in the future, and we must build it well."

"Senior brother, let's do it slowly!" Wa pulled Yang Sanyang.

Yang Sanyang looked puzzled, and Wa patted her chest proudly: "Have you forgotten what kind of Dharma image Wa used to rely on? As long as the senior brother tells me the appearance of the palace to be built, leave the rest to Wa."

Yang Sanyang was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes stared at Wa with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong with Senior Brother?" Wa's face turned a little blushed, and she was a little uncomfortable when she was staring at Yang Sanyang. She looked far away, as if she was casually saying.

"The little radish head seems to have grown up!" Yang Sanyang sighed.

"snort!"

Wa rolled her eyes when she heard this, turned her head proudly, and the next moment, the earth roared, and the hard rocks began to build palaces in the void like flowing water.

Girls are girls, and their artistic cells are naturally countless times stronger than boys. In a blink of an eye, dozens of palaces spread out in the mountains, with their backs back, each holding the terrain and intrigue.

The palace is carved with delicate patterns, including ancient ferocious birds and colorful flowers. The patterns are lifelike and flexible in life, shining with endless mysterious light.

The small bridge and flowing water in the palace are like a holy land on earth. Living water flows through the palace, and the air is filled with moisture of water vapor.

There are pavilions and small buildings, but the only regret is that there is no green and lacks vitality.

"Senior brother, don't worry, I have decomposed some of the rocks in the palace and turned them into soil. We will plant seeds at will in the soil of the palace in the future. It won't take long for the entire palace to be flawless!" Wa seemed to see through Yang San's thoughts, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

"Not bad! Not bad! The junior sister's method is to open my eyes to you!" Yang Sanyang swept over everyone: "Now that you have settled down again, and everyone can choose the palace. Tomorrow, you have to trouble your junior sister to open up the steps."

"It's not difficult!" Wa smiled lightly, the yellow light flowed around her body, the rocks at her feet twisted, and a step leads to the foot of the mountain, which has been formed.

The steps are three meters wide, full of majestic atmosphere, and have a great smell.

Yang Sanyang smiled, turned around and walked into the palace, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. A woman's heart could be observed at this time, so that Yang Sanyang could see clearly how delicate the little radish head was.

"The palace is the senior brother. Wa lives on the left side of the senior brother, and the brother lives on the right side of the Styx. As for the Dragon Beard Tiger..." Wa glanced at the Dragon Beard Tiger with disgust: "You can do whatever you want."

Yang Sanyang nodded with a smile, walked through the corridor and the courtyard palace, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. Obviously, Wa had been conceiving this palace for a long time, and it was not a hasty. This little radish head was probably trying to leave the mountain of Daoyuan.

The main hall of the Central Palace, like the royal palaces of later generations, fully conforms to Yang Sanyang's aesthetic views. In the main hall, living water flows, forming a spring, and warm air emanates from the spring, which is obviously a soup spring.

Yang Sanyang nodded with satisfaction, went to the mountains to find seeds tomorrow, plant potted plants and vegetation in the palace, and everything would be perfect.

"It's all made of stones, deserted and unpopular. Otherwise, how about you bring the sycamore tree back?" The blue birds flew around in the palace, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction.

Yang Sanyang shook his head. The sycamore tree was given to Daoyuan by himself. Since it was given to others, how could it be returned?

"Oh, it's so uncomfortable to live in such a boring palace for a lifetime! When I go to the mountains to find some strange flowers and plants to help you improve it!" After the blue bird said, he flapped his wings and left.

Yang Sanyang didn't feel bored, but felt very satisfied. He took out a demon skin from his sleeve and covered it on the main seat, treating it as a soft collapse. His eyes looked at the screen in front of him without saying a word, his eyes were a little dazed and dazed.

"What is love in the world? It's just to let people agree with each other in life and death!" Yang Sanyang sighed, and his cold words echoed in the hall. Standing from his perspective and looking at Daoyuan, I really felt that I hated him for not fighting and mourned his misfortune.

But what if you look at it from the perspective of the sidelines?

Daoyuan treats Daoyi so wholeheartedly. No matter what, it is, people can't hate such a girl?

"But I'm too ruthless to treat me!" Yang Sanyang closed his eyes, observed the Dharma image of Amitabha, and fell into the state of concentration again, and his entire human energy converged to the extreme.

"Fire-relieving beads, although I don't have the materials for Fire-relieving beads, I have natural magical objects!" Yang Sanyang thought in his mind, and the silencing man appeared in his hand.

Suiren Jiong is a divine object that is blessed with the origin of fire. Is there any better material to refine fire-removing beads than him?

"I have mastered the origin of fire. The Suiren drill is not very useful to me. The humanitarian fire has been melted into the sky net and turned into magical powers. It is useless to keep this thing! Besides, it is just a change of form and add some mystery. The Suiren drill is still a Suiren drill, but it has just changed its appearance!" Yang Sanyang looked at the Suiren drill in his hand. The next moment, his mouth and nose opened, and the Suiren drill turned into flowing light and was swallowed into his belly, and directly penetrated into the Bagua Furnace.

The divine light flows in the Taiqing Dharma Image, and the vast and infinite magic power is rolled up, and it is irrigating madly into the Bagua Furnace.

Another sacrifice begins!

Whether it is the Dingfeng Bead or the Fire-Breaking Bead, it is not just for the sake of Taoism, but more for himself.

He always needs to prepare for every disaster every five hundred years.

If you can have the Feng Ding Feng, Fire Breaking Pearl, and the Tai Chi diagram to resolve thunder disasters, even if you cannot attain the Great Way of Heaven and Immortals, you can force your life to be extended.

"Immortality is difficult! The innate race wants to seek immortality and immortality, break the boundaries of heaven and man, and achieve the level of celestial immortality, which is not that simple!" Yang Sanyang shook his head: "I have actually predicted some things long ago, but I just don't want to say them."

"For example, if Daoyuan uses Dingfeng Pill to overcome the wind disaster, he will inevitably ask me for morality. I just need to do a little trick and destroy the true body of Daoyi, so that he will die without a burial place! In this way, it will be perfect! Daoyi dies and the stone human race is destroyed, and I will feel refreshed!" Yang Sanyang smiled coldly, and he secretly plotted against him in his heart...
Chapter completed!