Author: Jiuwei Tianmiao

The red-robed ancestor died silently, but after his death, all the spiritual energy he had absorbed for countless years returned to the world.

The red-robed ancestor rushed into the sky with his magic power, exploded into a ball of light rain, and returned to the earth.

Endless rain of light falls from the sky. Each speck of light in this rain of light is equivalent to the spiritual energy absorbed by a heavenly being who has practiced for a hundred years.

Light rain appears between heaven and earth, forming a sea of ​​light and a sea of ​​aura.

In this moment, all living beings within a million miles around received huge benefits.

After absorbing the spiritual energy in the rain of light, the creatures that have not yet opened their spiritual wisdom have opened their spiritual wisdom and transformed into immortals. The magic power of the transformed immortals is even stronger.

Many monks flew out of the cave and fought hard to snatch the falling light rain.

Fang Yang stood quietly in the center of the light rain world. He looked deeply into the void with a complicated expression.

He had an indescribable feeling.

A great Luo Jinxian, a figure who was supposed to live forever, died like this in a calamity.

He would not be so arrogant as to think that he killed the red-robed ancestor. At most, he would only hasten the death process of the red-robed ancestor.

Daluo Jinxian, there is no way he can be killed now.

Whoosh!

Fang Yang turned into a white light and left this place.

He came out this time to do two main things. The first was to get the treasure money, and the second was to move the human races from the two small worlds to Hengshan Cave Heaven.

Therefore, his next stop was the small world near Kunshan City.

He was flying like lightning all the way, jumping through the void non-stop. Three months later, he arrived at the entrance to the small world.

Over the past 180,000 years, the landscape near Kunshan City has undergone tremendous changes.

The Liangchuan River disappeared, not only the Liangchuan River, but also the mountains, plains, and forests near the Liangchuan River.

There seems to have been a great war here. The land with a radius of thousands of miles has been sunken, and there is scorched earth everywhere. There is no grass growing on the ground, and it is extremely desolate.

A gust of wind blew by, kicking up dust all over the sky, and the sky suddenly turned dim yellow.

"The war affected such a wide area, it should be that the two golden immortals fought here."

Fang Yang looked at the situation around him and made a judgment. However, even if others broke the dog's mind, it had nothing to do with him.

He stamped his foot, the ground shook and rumbled, and the soil separated on both sides, exposing the entrance to the small world.

Back then, when he left the small world, in order to protect the small world, he put a ban on the entrance of the small world.

From the current perspective, what he did was very wise. If it weren't for this restriction, this small world would probably have been impacted by the Golden Immortal War.

Entering the small world, the situation in the small world made him frown.

It turned out that the small world had entered the Age of Ending Dharma. His consciousness enveloped the small world and he discovered that there were less than ten monks in the entire world.

"Forget it! Once everyone is transferred to Hengshan Cave Heaven, just throw some skills to them and let them practice on their own!"

Fang Yang has no plans to accept disciples yet.

To accept a disciple, you must at least become a Daluo Jinxian. A small Taiyi Jinxian who accepts disciples will be laughed to death if word spreads about it.

With a thought, he divided his consciousness into thousands of parts and scattered them between heaven and earth.

At this moment, all the statues of the Wusheng Cult Leader in the small world lit up. White beams of light were projected up, carrying a boundless pressure and rushing into the sky.

The human continent used to have only one country, but now it has become seventy-eight small countries.

The human continent spans hundreds of thousands of miles, which is really too big for mortals. No matter how powerful a mortal court is, it cannot control such a large territory.

When the statue of the god was lit up, all the believers of Wu Sheng Cult screamed wildly. They gathered in front of the statue and paid homage to it.

At this time, Fang Yang's voice came from the statue.

"The end of the law has come, and I am the master of Wusheng Cult, the master of Vacuum Hometown. When I return this time, I will lead all the believers of Wusheng Cult to Vacuum Hometown. All believers of Wusheng Cult should be pious to me.

If you worship and give spiritual blessings, you will be guided by me and enter your vacuum homeland."

This sound resounded throughout every land on the human continent at the same moment.

Seeing the appearance of the Wusheng Cult Master, those who originally thought that the Wusheng Cult Master was a non-entity were immediately shaken. They ran faster than the Wusheng Cult believers, pushed aside everyone, rushed to the statue, and worshiped for a while.

Fang Yang released a small part of his natal cave, covering the entire continent.

"receive!"

After he said the word "collect", all the cities, all the villages, all the rivers, and everything related to the human race were collected by him into his natal cave.

Collecting a continent is done in just one breath.

Fang Yang was too lazy to take care of the Monster Continent.

Teaching about the demon race requires too much spiritual energy. Transformation requires spiritual energy, and cultivation requires spiritual energy. It is far less cost-effective than teaching about the human race.

After leaving the small world, Fang Yang became extra cautious in his actions.

If he were alone, he could fight with others. But at this time, there are billions of mortal believers in his cave.

Mortals are too fragile. If his cave is shaken, a large number of mortals will die.

His Wusheng Cult has very few followers, so how could he be willing to let them die?

However, just when Fang Yang was thinking about how to place the believers after returning, a huge incense power was conveyed to his body.

"Please, Lord, bless my family and my family with safety and good luck!"

"I believe that there are six men in my twenties, but because of my strange appearance, I have never met a woman who is sincere to me! Please give me a wife who will treat me wholeheartedly!"

"Master, the county examination will be held on the third day of next month. If the master can bless me to pass the exam, I will reshape the golden statue of the master and build a big temple for him."

This incense power was filled with all kinds of desires and distracting thoughts, making Fang Yang couldn't help but frown.

He doesn't need incense or power.

He never said that as long as someone worshiped him, he would bless them.

However, something that made Fang Yang even more displeased soon appeared.

While the believers were frantically paying homage and making wishes, the Wusheng Cult members who managed the temple came out.

These people are not here to maintain order, they are here to collect money.

"Want to be incense? Bring me a thousand taels of silver!"

"Get out, get out! Can anyone enter the leader's temple?"

"Master Wusheng! This donor, you haven't paid for the sesame oil yet."

A lot of monsters and monsters appeared, using the name of the Wu Sheng Cult Leader to gain benefits crazily.

Looking at all this, Fang Yang calmed down instantly and no longer felt any unhappiness.

This is reality.

Immortals and immortals are making deals, and mortals and immortals are also making deals. Everything in life is a transaction.
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