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Chapter 2 My Ontology is

It was another thousand years, and a ray of light came from the dark and brown mountain belly, which penetrated the mountain belly and rushed straight to Qiongxiao. It was only a moment and then disappeared.

"Although it is not as fast as the transformation speed of Sanqing and others, in 1,300 years, I have transformed into a human form. My qualifications are not bad, similar to Zhen Yuanzi and others. A few days ago, a blood-colored red cloud floated over my mountain, and another Taoist in an apricot robe with a kind and wide-eyed look was Zhen Yuanzi."

He looked at his transformation. It was not a bad thing to walk in this prehistoric world. If he could become a saint, it would be even more profitable and harmless. However, it would be nonsense to become a saint. There are so many powerful people walking in the prehistoric world, and there are many geniuses. Dong Emperor Jun and others are not top-level geniuses. Even when the Three Pure Land was not a saint, it was a peer-to-peer friendship. Even if there were differences in strength, there was still not a big difference. But except for those saints, no other geniuses could become the saints?

Zhou Ran looks very ordinary, dressed as a middle-aged monk, wearing a black Taoist robe, and his hair is tied into a bun. His hands are empty, but there is no treasure in his hand.

As soon as he spread his palm, a glazed glass lamp appeared. A wick was already born in the coffin glass lamp. The purple glowing fire slowly burned. He had already refined this companion spiritual treasure in the past thousand years, and even controlled the purple glowing fire, which could burn people's souls. Moreover, this spiritual lamp made Zhou Ran feel the difference, as if the lamp contained a world connected.

"You have won, all-purpose water friends, I admit it, I'm what you think of."

Zhou Ran sighed lightly. He had to admire the otakus on the earth who had opened his mind and guessed his origin. Now he is a lamp, so he naturally sees through his origin when he transforms into shape.

It was a black stone coffin, the first coffin between heaven and earth.

And this accompanying glass lamp is actually a dead lamp, which can illuminate a person's past life. There is still a world in the glass lamp, but now the six realms of reincarnation have not opened, the underworld has not yet been established, and it cannot directly reach the underworld.

But he saw something amazing in the Black Stone coffin.

A piece of human skin the size of a palm.

At this moment, this human skin was transformed by him and pressed between the palm of his hand.

"I am the first coffin between heaven and earth. There is a piece of human skin in it. I'm afraid it's not difficult to guess who it belongs to."

Zhou Ran is not stupid. You should know that the demon gods of heaven and earth are all nurtured by Pangu. Everyone is born by enjoying the benefits of the world and earth. Your Three Pure Ones are the authentic Pangu, and they are the three clear airs. The twelve ancestor witches are the twelve turbid airs, mountains, rivers, crystals, rivers, flowers, plants and trees, all transformed by a certain part of Pangu’s body.

And the first coffin between my world was buried with the first corpse, that is Pangu's corpse. However, Pangu has become all things in the world, and no corpse is entered into the coffin. A piece of skin the size of a palm is this corpse.

This piece of membrane that is now in his palm has become a part of his body. He wants to comprehend the great laws contained in this membrane, but whenever he looks at it, he feels dizzy. Zhou Ran endures discomfort and tries hard to comprehend, but he only understands a trace of the fur contained in this membrane.

"This is a palm skin, containing the law of Pangu's incomplete power to create the world."

He condensed with one hand, and between the palm of his hand, a long axe transformed by spiritual power fell to the abdomen of the mountain. In an instant, the mountains collapsed and the entire mountain range slowly cracked from here.

"This is my strongest method besides the coffin palace lantern. It's a pity that I am not strong enough and cannot understand thoroughly. Perhaps when I step into the realm of Taiyi Jinxian, I can understand this treasure more deeply.

Under the sunlight, he felt a little uncomfortable, but he still flashed and stood on the top of the mountain.

The dark and brown mountains, except for some strange rocks, are spiritual flowers and plants, and there are no animals here.

"Sure enough, the coffin is equipped with a dead lamp, so no beast here dares to practice here? Then why can flowers and plants still grow?"

This is his transformation place, and it will be his practice cave in the future.

"This place is Lingjiu Mountain, Yuanjue Cave, and my path is called Lan Deng."

As soon as his figure flashed, Zhou Ran began to look at his dark-brown Vulture Mountain.

It stretches for hundreds of miles, and the dark brown rocks are clearly visible. After passing this dark brown mountain range, there is the vast ocean in the distance.

"Lingjiu Mountain is located on the edge of the East Sea of ​​Dongsheng Shenzhou, close to the southern Zhanzhou, which is a good place. It has strong spiritual power."

Now the transformation of the three thousand demon gods has not transformed, just like Kunpeng, red clouds, a blood-colored cloud, and a huge Kun covering the sky and earth enters the sea, then soars up and turns into a giant bird and fly.

"If you want to settle down in the prehistoric world, you must have enough strength. Everyone is transformed by three thousand demons. Although the realm is high or low, except for the three purities, it seems that the difference is generally between the treasures. Whoever has a strong treasure will be hard. Why can Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun fight against the twelve ancestor witches during the battle of the Lich? It is not that Hetu Luoshu and Donghuang Zhong are too powerful."

So the question is, where is my ruler?

Now he has empty hands and a companion coffin lamp, and he is unwilling to reveal it easily. After all, he wants to expose his origins and feet. The fewer people know, the better. The Qiankun ruler is different. It is his innate spiritual treasure that burns the lamp. Where is it now?

"I don't know where the lamp in the early days of the prehistoric world got the ruler of the universe."

Zhou Ran shook his head and no longer thought about it. Now in the prehistoric world, the little demon and the little witch occupy the mountains and fields of various continents, but the dragon, phoenix and unicorn are the dragon, phoenix and unicorn.

As the three tribes of Pangu’s body, the scales are king with the dragon clan and dominate the four seas; birds are dominated by phoenixes and live in the immortal volcano in Zhanzhou in the south; animals are respected by Qilin, but they occupy Mount Buzhou.

You should know that Buzhou Mountain is the center of the prehistoric world, and the spiritual power there is much stronger than the other four continents. Zhou Ran saw more than once in these thousands of years, phoenixes flying in the sky and crossing the East China Sea. The black and ink-colored auspicious beast Qilin also fought with the dragon clan, and even wanted to kill the little demons and witches of the Lich clan.

Why?

Because the lichs and the two tribes contain blood and spiritual power in their bodies, this is still not enough for the ancestor dragon, phoenix, and qilin.

They all want to occupy Buzhou Mountain, but how could the Qilin clan let go of such a blessed land?

"Oh, it's okay to be a little bit messy. No one pays attention to a golden immortal like me. The most urgent thing is to find treasures. If you don't have treasures, you always feel unsafe."
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