"The system dad is so powerful!" Just for this friendly reminder, even if the side missions are not rewarded, Mo Yu has to grab them!

"It seems that it's time to get out of seclusion." Mo Yu closed the protective formation, left Wuzhuang Temple, and began to travel through the prehistoric world. It was about seven thousand years before the second preaching. Maybe he could take the opportunity to get two or three kinds of innate spiritual roots: "Among the ten innate spiritual roots, hollow willows and green lotus of creation, don't think much about it. Apart from the ginseng fruit tree, there are seven more types, yellow plums are missing, and gourd vines are still some time away from being born. Now only those who can plan for Fusang wood, Bodhi tree, Peach tree, Bitter bamboo and Fairy Apricot."

"Fusang wood grows in Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea, but the system prompts it in the hands of the demon clan. It seems that the Eastern Prince has already let Taiyi and the others kill it." Mo Yu had no intention of sympathizing with the Eastern Prince: "If you want to wear the crown, you must bear the weight! If you don't have that strength, don't think about being the boss!"

Although this matter was planned by the Taoist ancestor, if the Dong prince admits his conscience and says that he doesn't want to be the boss, will Di Jun Taiyi still target him? The peach tree should be in the hands of the Taoist ancestor, and may have the chance to get it when he divides the treasures in the future. Both the Bodhi tree and the bitter bamboo are in Zhunti's hands, and they can just snatch it from him when he preaches the second time.

Logically speaking, Xian Xing would be obtained by Yun Zhongzi, who was reincarnated by Hongyun, but Hongyun died at Mo Yu's hands, and there was no possibility of reincarnation. This treasure must still be in Zhongnan Mountain.

After Mo Yu thought about it slightly, he decided to go to Zhongnan Mountain to find Xianxing first. After all, it must be easy to do things first.

Mo Yu walked on the giant tree in the sky, his soul swept across a radius of thousands of miles, and he did not let go of every grass or tree.

In this way, three years passed quickly.

"The ten innate spiritual roots are well-known, and they can avoid my investigation." Mo Yu leaned against a huge rock and frowned slightly, "When Yun Zhongzi found Xian Xing, his cultivation must be as strong as me. This thing must not be discovered by cultivation."

"Yun Zhongzi... Hongyun..." Mo Yu touched his chin and carefully considered a countermeasure to seduce Xian Xing to be born. He repeatedly said these two names. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he reached out to take out dozens of broken clothes. These clothes were left after he killed Hongyun. He forgot to clean them up before, but at this moment he suddenly remembered what might be useful.

"Go!" Mo Yu waved his hand, and dozens of pieces of clothes fell to various parts of Zhongnan Mountain, hiding his breath, silently circulating his soul to investigate the aura of all living beings in Zhongnan Mountain, waiting for the fairy apricot to appear.

One day passed, one month passed, and three months passed... Mo Yu was not panic and impatient, and still waited patiently.

Just after Mo Yu waited for half a year, a small tree as big as a palm came out of a cliff. It first looked at the surroundings carefully. After feeling that no creatures were watching it, it quickly jumped towards a piece of rag not far away. There was a breath on the piece of rag that attracted its attention, as if it was inextricable to it.

Mo Yu was overjoyed, continued to calm his breath, and rushed to the place where Xian Xing was.

At this moment, a golden roc with a wing of about three hundred miles wide fell from the sky and stretched out its claws to grab Xianxing. Xianxing was panicked and desperately crawled into the cliff, while the torn red clouds were still grasping the torn clothes on the branches.

"Bold!" Mo Yu was furious, swung his right fist suddenly, and rushed towards the golden roc. His left sleeves grew wildly, and he suddenly sucked Xian Xing out of the cliff and put them into his sleeves. It was the universe in his sleeves!

This is the first time Mo Yu has used this great power after he seized Zhen Yuanzi.

The golden big roc was blown off half of its wings by Mo Yu, and fell on the cliff, breaking hundreds of miles of mountains.

"A mere Taiyi Golden Immortal dares to plot on my treasure!" Mo Yu put away the fairy apricot and turned to look at the golden big roc not far away.

Jin Peng shivered, and he was 100% sure that the young Taoist in front of him must be a powerful person at the level of Daluo Golden Immortal. The key is that he had not discovered the existence of this Taoist just now. When he saw a treasure appear, he couldn't help but want to take it for himself.

Hearing Mo Yu get angry, Jin Peng hurriedly turned into a human form, but he was a handsome boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. He knelt down on the ground and said, "Senior, please spare your life! You are so confused that the treasures are so dazzling that you have never felt the existence of the senior! Otherwise, even if you give me one hundred courage, you would not dare to snatch treasures from a powerful person like you!"

Mo Yu suddenly realized that he was afraid of disturbing Xian Xing just now, so he specially restrained his breath. Taiyi Jinxian like Jin Peng did not have the ability to discover his existence.

But the prehistoric world is a world where the strong prey on the weak. It doesn’t matter whether Mo Yu has any reason or not. What’s important is that his fists are hard enough!

Mo Yu frowned and said, "What you mean is that this matter has nothing to do with you, but I blame you wrongly?"

"No, no, no, this is all because of the younger generation. I accidentally bumped into the senior, and I just wanted to let me give you a way out of life and act like a cow and horse." Jin Peng was so scared that he trembled all over and kowtowed hurriedly: "I am the legitimate son of Yuan Feng, the leader of the Phoenix Clan. If you can let me go, you will be rewarded in the future!"

"Yuan Feng?" Mo Yu's eyes lit up and he said, "Do you have another brother named Kong Xuan?"

Jin Peng shook his head slightly and said, "Kong Xuan and I are both Yuan Feng's legitimate sons, but we can't call them brothers."

Mo Yu said in confusion: "Let me tell me."

When Jin Peng saw Mo Yu interested, he hurriedly explained: "Before Yuan Feng died, two drops of essence and blood were left behind. One of them swallowed the five elements of essence and energy to transform into Kong Xuan, and he was born with five-colored divine light; and the other drop was swallowed by a passing roc. The powerful force burst the roc, and it took tens of thousands of years to transform again and become a golden-winged roc."

"So that's it." Mo Yu suddenly realized.

Jin Peng tentatively said: "The three ancient tribes bear too much cause and effect. If the seniors kill the younger generation, they may also have to bear the debt of evil. Why not let the younger generation go?"

"No!" Mo Yu shook his head slightly and said, "I am in the prehistoric world, and no one dares to take my treasures in person. If this matter is spread, what else can I see when I go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermons."

Jin Peng's face was ashamed, and his life seemed to be unable to be saved. Just as Jin Peng was about to be scared to death, Mo Yu slowly said, "But, Yuan Feng is an ancient strong man after all, and I, as a junior, have to give her some face. So, you can surrender to my disciples and be a mount."

"This..." Hearing this, Jin Peng hesitated a little. For the powerful people in the prehistoric world, it is no better to serve others as mounts than to die. In the future, if you walk in the prehistoric world, you will have no face to spread it.

Mo Yu snorted coldly: "I am the first person to listen to the Taoist lord of Wuzhuang Temple in Zixiao Palace. Even if Yuan Feng is resurrected, he will not dare to be arrogant in front of me. Could it be that you will be used as a mount for me and humiliate you?"

"I dare not!" Jin Peng hurriedly kowtowed nine times and said, "The little Jin Peng voluntarily surrendered to the master and served as the mount!"

Generally speaking, it is indeed embarrassing to serve others as mounts, but it is honor to serve as mounts for powerful people. After all, Wuzhuangguan Zhen Yuanzi once defeated Cundi, the Western Lingshan Mountains with one move in Zixiao Palace. This matter spread throughout the prehistoric world and was the first person to listen to the three thousand listeners in the mouths of many powerful people.

Mo Yu smiled indifferently and said, "You are a hero who knows the current affairs. You are not bad. There are three ginseng fruits. You will definitely recover after taking them."

"Thank you, Master!" Jin Peng took three ginseng fruits and fed one of them into his stomach. The scars were quickly repaired. Then he carefully put away the remaining two ginseng fruits and smiled and said, "Master, where are we going now?"

"I haven't traveled to the prehistoric world for a long time, just take a walk." Mo Yu waved his hand, and Jin Peng quickly turned into a true form and took him to gallop in the distance.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, the Witch Clan and the Ancestral Temple.

The twelve ancestor witches gathered together, with sorrow hanging between their eyebrows.

Gonggong stepped on a black dragon, with a green python wrapped around his hands, and grinned: "Brother, what's the matter with everyone today? I'm busy practicing!"

"Cultivate and practice, you know how to practice with your pig brain!" Zhu Rong and Gonggong were the most inconsistent, and opened their mouths and sprayed: "The demon clan of the dog said has all come on our heads, but you don't know anything, and you even asked the elder brother what's wrong!"

Gonggong was furious and said, "Who are you scolding?"

"What's wrong with scolding you?" Zhu Rong was not afraid at all.

"Shut up!" Seeing that the two guys were about to fight, Di Jiang shouted lightly, and they were trembling all over and sat back to their original position: "The demon clan has developed too fast recently. It is said that there are almost two hundred Daluo Jinxian. If they really want to develop, I am afraid that our brothers and sisters will not be able to get along in the future."

"I'm afraid he will do anything!" Gonggong slapped the table and shouted: "Search the guys to fuck them!"

Zhu Rong rarely agreed with Gonggong, but this time he nodded and echoed: "The demon clan is just the food in the mouth of my witch clan. Now he dares to challenge my witch clan. He really has to eat the courage of the bear heart and leopard. Brother, you must have sex with them!"

Di Jiang ignored them. These two had the most temper among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, had the lowest IQ, and were never mindful when speaking and doing things.

Xuan Ming frowned slightly and said, "There are hundreds of Daluo Jinxian in the Demon Clan now. Even if we can fight against ten, we still have to take into account Di Jun Taiyi. Fuxi and Nuwa really want to fight, and they will definitely not be their opponent."

"This..." Gonggong was stunned, but couldn't speak. The witch clan's body was strong, and one person could do it, and it was a bit of a brag to fight against ten.

As for Di Jun and Nuwa, they have the best innate spiritual treasures, and Taiyi even has the innate treasures like Chaos Bell. Not to mention fighting ten against one, even one-on-one may not be able to get benefits.

Zhu Rong jumped up in anger and roared: "This is not OK, that is not OK. What should I do?!"

Xuan Ming shook his head slightly, and she didn't think of any good solution.

The twelve ancestor witches sighed one after another, this is really a headache.

Suddenly, Di Jiang's eyes shot out of divine light, suddenly tore up the space, rushed out of the Ancestral Temple, and shouted loudly towards the sky not far away: "Who is here? How dare you break into the ancestral land of my witch clan?"

Hearing this, the other ancestor witches were afraid that the demon clan would attack, so they quickly followed.

Mo Yu rode around with a golden-winged roc, and unknowingly arrived at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. He accidentally broke into the witch clan's ancestral land and was about to leave, but he didn't expect that the twelve ancestral witches would find it, so he simply ordered the jinpeng to descend to the clouds and rush to the side of the twelve ancestral witches.

"Friends of Taoism, I haven't seen each other for thousands of years, and my grace is still the same." Mo Yu laughed loudly and said, "I accidentally broke into the precious land, I hope I will forgive you."

The Twelve Ancestor Witch frowned slightly. The young man in front of him looked quite familiar, and seemed to have seen him somewhere.

Xuan Ming tentatively said: "Wuzhuangguan Zhenyuanzi?"

"Yes, I am Zhen Yuanzi." Mo Yu smiled and nodded. After absorbing the ginseng fruit tree and fairy apricot, his roots and feet became stronger and stronger, and his appearance changed slightly. It was normal that the twelve ancestor witches would not recognize it for a while.

After traveling for two thousand years, after absorbing the immortal apricot, his soul and body reached the peak of Daluo. He was only one step away from breaking through the quasi-saint and completely settled in the first person below Hongjun.

Xuan Ming patted his huge chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It turned out to be you. I thought it was the guys from the demon clan who came to attack him."

Mo Yu peeked at him, quickly withdrew his gaze, pretending to be puzzled, "Demon Clan? Even their few remaining soldiers and generals dare to attack the witch clan?"

"The demon clan is different now." Among the twelve ancestor witches, another female Houtu shook her head slightly and said, "They killed the male immortal leader Dong Gong, whom Hongjun selected, and gathered hundreds of Daluo Jinxian, and became the most powerful force in the prehistoric world. Even the Three Qings dared not provoke them easily."

During the first preaching, Zhen Yuanzi acted quite domineeringly, surpassing three thousand listeners and occupying the first seat. If the conflict between Mo Yu and the demon clan could be triggered, their witch clan might have a short-term opportunity for development.

"What happened?" Mo Yu's heart was like a mirror. Houtu wanted to provoke his relationship with the demon clan. However, who was using whom, might be shocked and said in a pretentious shock: "I have been in seclusion since I heard the truth, but I didn't expect that the demon clan developed so quickly, and even the witch clan and the Sanqing were trampled under my feet!"

"Fart!" Gonggong was furious and said, "How could a mere demon clan trampl under his feet? When I gather my brothers to kill Sun Star, I will take the bird heads of Di Jun and Taiyi!"

"..." Hou Tu glanced at Gonggong, but it was hard to say anything. At the critical moment, Dijiang had to take action.

Di Jiang glared fiercely, and then scared Gonggong so much that he retreated and did not dare to speak loudly.

"Brother Dao laughed." Di Jiang laughed loudly: "The demon clan is now fierce and the many forces in the prehistoric world are in danger. Brother Dao's cultivation is amazing. Why not form an alliance with my witch clan to attack the demon clan?"

Houtu failed to provoke the disagreement, so Di Jiang simply went straight to the point and directly invited Mo Yu to send troops to attack the demon clan.

Mo Yu shook his head slightly and said, "I am alone. I don't dare to provoke me, so I won't get involved in these struggles."

Seeing the twelve ancestor witches' faces full of loss, Mo Yu changed his voice and said calmly: "But, I have a plan to improve the strength of the witch clan and easily surpass the demon clan."

"Really or false? Tell me!" The twelve ancestor witches were immediately excited. It was something they were more willing to see than relying on others to help and enhancing the power of the witch clan itself.

"The witch tribes only need to use their own essence and blood to cultivate dozens of great witches of the Daluo Golden Immortal level." Mo Yu had no mo's traces and said frankly: "With these great witches, I will order them to lead the witch tribe to form a tribe. It won't be long before the witch tribe can dominate the prehistoric world."

"Yes!" Gonggong applauded and said excitedly: "Why didn't we expect it!"

The other ancestor witches were also overjoyed. They were transformed by Pangu's essence and blood. They knew that this method was extremely feasible and that the loss of essence and blood was nothing. After resting in Pangu's palace for thousands of years, they could easily recover, and even create a group of new witches.

Xuan Ming Yingying smiled slightly: "Brother Dao is extremely smart and solves the difficulties of our witch tribe. I really don't know how to thank you."

"It's a great honor to help all the ancestor witches. There's no need to thank them." Mo Yu smiled lightly, "You may be busy creating the great witches, so I won't bother you anymore, so I'll say goodbye."

Then, Mo Yu waved his hand and rode the Golden Peng toward Buzhou Mountain not far away.

The twelve ancestor witches expressed their gratitude and welcomed him to visit the witch clan's ancestral land again.

Mo Yu smiled at the corner of his mouth. The witch tribe wanted to take him to fight the demon tribe together. He also wanted to improve the strength of the witch tribe, let the dogs of the lich tribe bite the dogs, and thus take the fish in troubled waters, take Fusang wood for himself, and why do you need to do something that can be used to your brain?

Not long after, Mo Yu came to the foot of Buzhou Mountain, raised his head to look at the extremely majestic Buzhou Mountain, and couldn't help but spit out two words: "Damn!"

The pillar of the sky formed by Pangu’s spine is countless billions of miles high, but probably thousands of miles wide. It’s so huge. I don’t know how the silly Gonggong, who broke the Buzhou Mountain?

Logically speaking, even if a hundred quasi-saints knocked their heads off, they would not be able to damage the foundation of Buzhou Mountain. Perhaps one of them would take action.
To be continued...