It is beyond Yang Sanyang's expectation that he could refine treasures by silently reciting the "Tao Te Ching" one day. If he could one day preach the Tao Te Ching, what kind of style would he have at that time?

Will you directly enter the ranks of immortality and immortality?

Yang Sanyang didn't know that he couldn't learn Shenyu. The only thing that could make him contact with incredible power was the "Tao Te Ching".

Facing Bai Ze's eager gaze, Yang Sanyang chose to ignore it, looked into the distance with his eyes, gently stroked the Baolian Lantern with his fingers, and there was a look of thought in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Time is long

Three hundred years of spring and autumn in the blink of an eye

The old people around Yang Sanyang died one after another, and the familiar faces that were gradually becoming unfamiliar. Two hundred years was the limit of the primitive life expectancy. In addition to Ye and the female leader and Yong, the primitive people around Yang Sanyang had completely changed a group of them.

Three hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. Over the past three hundred years, Yang Sanyang has been constantly hunting and killing monsters. Yes, the female leader has been brave enough to swallow the essence of the monster's bloodline. Not only has it not aging, but it has become younger and younger.

A ray of sunrise in the sky, and Yang Sanyang sat quietly in front of the thatched cottage, looking at the rippling fish pond in front of him, and a few divine lights appeared in his eyes.

After three hundred years of spring and autumn, Yang Sanyang spent three hundred years of spring and autumn. Bai Ze was still the same, and the old god was lying in front of Yang Sanyang again.

Holding the feathers of the golden crow in his hand, Yang Sanyang's face was not very good-looking. He had never even recorded three runes for three hundred years. No wonder Bai Ze said that he did not have the talent to practice.

"It's too difficult! But no matter how difficult it is, you can't give up!" A helpless light appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes.

Although the three hundred years of spring and autumn are a bit boring, seeing the primitive people around him continue to die of old age, he not only does not feel old, but instead desires the power of immortality.

"Old ancestor, how much life span I have now?" Yang Sanyang looked sideways at Bai Ze.

"Shou Sanqian!" Bai Ze's eyelids twitched and he wailed helplessly: "You kid has been too ruthless in recent years. All the monsters thousands of miles away from nearby have been killed by you. This move will hurt the heavens."

"If you don't kill monsters, how can the female leader and I extend their lifespan? Living for a few more years may lead to a few more variables and a few more chances of immortality!" Yang Sanyang shook his head and refuted Bai Ze's words.

Bai Ze was silent, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. If this continues, it seems that he wants to inherit the kid's legacy.

"Boy, I'm going to sleep in my heart! Although I have recovered a little magical path in recent years, it's not enough. I should go to sleep in my heart!" Bai Ze looked at Yang Sanyang with his eyes: "I will restore my magical powers as soon as possible, so I can take you out as soon as possible and lead you to seek the opportunity of immortality."

Over the past three hundred years, Bai Ze saw Yang Sanyang's efforts, and he worked divinely day and night, and did not dare to leak any slightest reproduction. Unfortunately, he was trapped by his talent and still made no progress.

Although three hundred years are not long for the gods, it is enough to create a deep friendship between Yang Sanyang and Bai Ze.

"The ancestor is going to fall asleep? How long will it take?" Yang Sanyang said in surprise.

"I don't know! Maybe ten or eight years, maybe thousands or hundreds of years, maybe I wake up and you're already old. At that time, you remember to stuff all kinds of treasures into my arms of my ancestor. I'll inherit your inheritance!" Bai Ze licked his face and came up, patted Yang Sanyang on the shoulder: "Don't forget, you kid."

Yang Sanyang was silent when he heard this, then slapped Bai Ze's hooves, revealing a hint of disdain in his eyes: "The ancestor thinks that if I continue to do this, will I die?"

"I'm afraid I won't..." Bai Ze's slightly excited eyebrows drooped in an instant, and he turned around and walked into the basket behind him with a sigh: "Ancestor, I will practice in this basket in the future. This basket can cover up my aura. Of course, if you encounter a life-and-death crisis, you must remember to wake me up. Ancestor, I am a congenital god after all..."

Bai Ze was talking nonsense, his words were full of worry.

"I understand, you should sleep quickly!" Yang Sanyang turned his palm and completely covered the basket, revealing a hint of sadness in his eyes. For the innate divine beast, millions of years pass by. If he cannot enter the door, he is afraid that even if he is devouring the monster, he will not be able to withstand the power of time.

"Three hundred years have passed. If Bai Ze hadn't been talking with him all day long, he would have gone crazy!" Yang Sanyang saw Bai Ze fall into a deep sleep, and slowly inserted the golden crow's feathers into the hair behind his head, revealing a touch of contemplation, and then recited the Tao Te Ching silently.

For three hundred years, he has not only recited the magical texts all day long, but also studied the Tao Te Ching, and recited it day and night for a day without daring to leak it. Fortunately, the results are still there. From the beginning, he can recite it silently for two hours now.

With the blessing of the power of the great way for two hours, all the treasures have been refined with the active cooperation of all the treasures.

The sky net in his body also seems to have absorbed enough power of the great way, and it seems to be about to evolve Nirvana and undergo a qualitative transformation.

"It seems that there is no progress in three hundred years, but my foundation has been enhanced. These are all invisible soft power. One day, Skynet will evolve, and my soul will inevitably transform again. At that time, it may be able to improve its qualifications!" Yang Sanyang's mind was shining in his mind. The backpack not far away turned into a mini decoration the size of a fingernail, which was hung around his neck with a hemp rope.

Bai Ze likes to recite the Tao Te Ching himself the most. Perhaps it may be possible to recite the Tao Te Ching himself silently, which can help him with one arm.

He hoped that Bai Ze would fall into a deep sleep, restore his divine power as soon as possible, take him out of the tribe, seek the way of the world, and embark on the road of immortality as soon as possible. But he was afraid that after Bai Ze woke up, he would have turned into a turbulent bone, and by then everything would become strange.

"Oh!" Yang Sanyang sat cross-legged in the wooden house, and after two hours, he silently recited the true morality chapter, all kinds of treasures returned to nature. Yang Sanyang once again took out his feathers and quietly comprehended the changes in the divine text.

Looking up at the vastness of the world and looking down at the prosperity of the categories, Yang Sanyang's eyes opened and closed the French net, observing the unpredictable changes in the vast world, and the sparks of wisdom flowed in his eyes.

In three hundred years, tribes have developed more than imagined, and noisy sounds have soared into the sky in the distance. Human beings have completely transformed from hunting civilization to farming civilization.

With three hundred years of comfortable development, the human population has increased by ten thousand times, which is beyond Yang Sanyang's imagination?

He didn't know if it had exceeded 100 million, but humans had already walked out of the territory of the Vulcan God and continued to spread in all directions.

Although there are countless crises outside the Great Wilderness, the speed of human fertility is beyond imagination. Due to the crisis of racial supplies, humans continue to migrate to the land blessed by the Vulcan God.

Some monsters wanted to make trouble and hunt and kill people, but they were all killed by Yang Sanyang.

Standing on the pavilion, looking into the distance, there were densely packed houses and countless figures.

Although the human population has been increasing rapidly over the past three hundred years, civilization seems to have stopped moving forward and no progress has been made.

"The evolution of civilization does not depend on a certain person, but on the accumulation of the entire tribe. Only then can we detonate that key point under a secret in the dark, causing the entire tribe to evolve!" Yang Sanyang stood there without moving. Around his pavilion, there were lush flowers and plants, and no primitive people dared to come and disturb him.

All the primitive people looked in this direction, their eyes full of awe and fanaticism.

Yang Sanyang has hunted and killed countless monsters over the years, and countless primitive people have seen them with their own eyes, which is simply awe of them as gods.

A hierarchy has begun to form and small families have begun to be born in the big family.

"The evolution of human civilization is always a cross bone. Human beings cannot speak, so they cannot communicate, and civilization cannot be transmitted!" Yang Sanyang showed a hint of contemplation, put down the feathers in his hand, stood up and walked to the top of the mountain, looking down at all directions, and looking around, all of which were human wooden houses.

"Humanity!" Yang Sanyang was silent. It was difficult to manage with too many people. In recent years, various conflicts and differences have begun to arise in the primitive tribe. There are many small leaders under the big leader. If it weren't for fear of Yang Sanyang's power, I'm afraid the human race would have been divided long ago.

"Where should human evolution go? I just suppress and guide it, although it has accelerated the evolution of tribes and human races, it may not be a good thing!" Yang Sanyang fell into deep thought.

Tribes fight for power and profit are a process that must be gone through. Just like Yang Sanyang hunts and kills monsters, there is only so much meat from monsters? How to divide them when facing tribes with nearly hundreds of millions of people?

Of course some people are full of joy, some people are not able to share!

Those who can't get a chance to get apart are resentful and dissatisfied, and conflicts occur little by little.

But in the end, Yang Sanyang occupied the dominant position and suppressed all the conflicts. As long as he was there for a day, no one would dare to split the tribe.

"Even you are unwilling to talk to me!" Yang Sanyang looked at the ornaments in front of him, and a hint of loneliness appeared in his eyes.

The loneliness that no one can understand!

"Primitive human civilization may have gone wrong from the beginning!" Yang Sanyang pondered on the top of the mountain for a long time this day, then walked down the top of the mountain firmly and slowly came to the stone cave.

He hadn't entered the cave for too long, and the small house he had dug at that time had been occupied by a young primitive man.

Wherever Yang Sanyang passed, countless primitive people looked respectful and cast admiring eyes.

After scanning the stone cave, Yang Sanyang slowly stepped forward, picked up the stone bowl and caught the floating waterfall, and took a sip.

The spring water is cool, refreshing and has a sweetness.

Yang Sanyang stood alone in front of the waterfall for a long time. I don’t know when he came to Yang Sanyang’s side. He looked up at the waterfall and looked at Yang Sanyang’s side face. I don’t know what was good.

"Let's go!" After a long time, Yang Sanyang said, then turned around and left.
Chapter completed!