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Chapter 74 Yasheng's Dao (please collect, please recommend)

Under the operation of the secret, all the powerful monks in the prehistoric world started to deduce the secret on a whim, and soon discovered the whole story, and began to use their magical powers to watch one by one.

Free Heart Palace.

Doumu Yuanjun, Xiao Yanghui, and Yaoqiong sat cross-legged on the futon, and in the other direction, Cheji was lying on the ground.

In the middle of the four, a picture unfolds, it is exactly two congenital refined iron balls rolling on the three-foot path.

"Don't underestimate this little competition. The principles contained in it are not only suitable for the comprehension of the earth immortals, but also for the sub-sages." Doumu Yuanjun pointed out aloud.

Her aura became more sublime, and she looked more and more like a luxurious mortal woman.

In the undead volcano, there is a tall, slender woman with a cold and noble face, wearing a red and luxurious palace dress, with a golden phoenix embroidered on it, making the woman look more noble, dignified, graceful and calm.

In the light and shadow projected in front of her, two congenital refined iron balls were rolling side by side.

"Mother God, can these two things be eaten? Why do you take them so seriously?"

A little bird fluttered in and landed in her arms.

The little bird is Xiao Yanghui's good friend, little Suzaku, and this woman is obviously Fenghuang.

She came out of Nirvana again, and now she is full of vigor and coercion, and she has entered the perfect state of quasi-sage.

However, the strange thing is that little Suzaku doesn't feel the coercion of the mother god at all.

"These two little things, but the two sub-sages are discussing the Tao, and it's not an ordinary discussion."

Little Suzaku poked her head out of the mother god's arms, and looked at it carefully for a long time, "It seems very powerful, but it's not very cute."

Fenghuang had nothing to do with this little guy, he stroked her lightly, and said, "Someone will find them cute."

……

What Fenghuang said was right, at this moment, Tai Yi and Di Jun felt that these two little balls were quite cute among the speeding sun stars.

For more than [-] years, with great luck, the two have made rapid progress. Di Jun has touched the edge of quasi-sage, and Tai Yi has broken through to the realm of quasi-sage.

Di Jun has a feeling that when he finishes watching this competition, it will be the time for him to break through the quasi-sage.

The same is true on the Lunar Star, the two Goddesses who are consummated by Daluo Jinxian are watching by relying on the cooperation of magic weapons and supernatural powers.

……

To the north of Beihuang is the North Sea. In the depths of the North Sea, a giant fish nearly a million feet long turned into a young man.

He was on the bottom of tens of thousands of feet, there was no light here, but the palace behind him emitted a faint blue light.

The young man played a series of hand tactics, and the palace immediately emitted thousands of beams of light, which irradiated in the water, forming a picture.

"It's interesting."

He looked at it for a while, then suddenly said to himself, "I don't know when Father God will come back."

……

In Xihuang, under the dark sky, a thousand-foot tree grows on the edge of the cliff, with a wide crown, only half of it is outside the cliff.

At this time, two Taoist monks were under the tree.

These two monks are both tall and mighty, especially the one standing in front is simply a strong man.

Compared with him, the burly monk behind him looked thinner.

The monk in front looked at the picture randomly opened in front of him, and asked the monk behind him: "How is it? Did you see anything?"

The monk behind him looked at it for a long time, lowered his head to think for a while, then looked at it seriously, and said very seriously: "No!"

The burly monk laughed and didn't take it seriously.

"Look again!"

He knew that this kid had gained something, but he didn't know how to say it.

The cultivator at the back looked at it for a while, then closed his eyes with satisfaction, thought carefully, then opened his eyes, looked at the picture, and said slowly: "Everything that has a beginning must have an end!"

The tall and mighty monk in front hummed with satisfaction, and asked again: "What about you, what did you see?"

There was no one else around, but another voice sounded.

"In the end, it will return to oblivion."

……

The powerful people are very measured in watching. They only look at the picture of the two innate fine iron balls, and they will not randomly watch the big guys, otherwise the supernatural powers will be directly cut off by others.

But not all powerful beings can see this scene, and there are many who have no fate.

In the sky, Candle Dragon with a human face and a dragon body closed his eyes tightly. He had already reached the juncture when he was about to enter the sub-sage, and he felt the heavenly secrets working.

In a certain cave, a monk in red was refining his gourd treasure. As his first innate spiritual treasure, he could not be neglected. He blocked the secret at will and refined the treasure with peace of mind.

……

Two congenital fine iron balls rolled all the way, escorted by Yang Mei all the way, nearly a hundred quasi-sages followed and guarded, and two sub-sages stared at them, enjoying the high-standard treatment of the entire prehistoric universe.

Finally, after more than a year of running, the quasi-sages were able to observe a slight change in the speed of the two innate fine iron balls. After running for 70 years, they can already feel that they are a little slower. After 300 years, it's noticeably slower.

Finally, in the 350th year, the two innate fine iron balls passed the finish line at almost the same speed, and were collected by Ye Ang, who had been waiting for a long time.

The speed is about [-] kilometers per second!
But after all, Daoist Hongjun was stronger, his innate fine iron ball won by [-] seconds.

In fact, in the end, it was obvious that Daoist Hongjun had won, but all the monks didn't care much about the result, but observed more carefully.

Even Daoist Hongjun and the king of desolate beasts were engrossed in the two innate fine iron balls.

"Very good, I have gained a lot this time, Daoist Hongjun, if you are on Mount Buzhou from now on, I will not make mistakes."

The King of Desolate Beasts dropped these words, and his huge body quickly disappeared into the sky of the Northern Desolation, walking quite gracefully.

Many people gained a lot from this competition. As a real beast, the king of wild beasts also gained a lot!
Daoist Hongjun's clear and handsome face showed a thoughtful look on his face. He nodded slightly at Ye Ang and Yang Mei: "Thank you two fellow Taoists for your help. The poor Taoist has gained a little, and needs to be enlightened."

A group of quasi-sages also bid farewell one after another, and among them Sanqing came to express their thanks.

This time, I am afraid that many powerful people in the prehistoric world will have to retreat for a long time.

After a while, only Ye Ang and Yang Mei were left in the entire Northern Wilderness.

"How?" Ye Ang asked.

"It's really eye-opening." Yang Mei replied.

"These two guys are stronger than I expected." Ye Ang slowly floated two innate fine iron balls in front of his eyes, motionless.

Yang Mei also carefully looked at the two refined iron balls.

Just looking at it with the naked eye, it is still a perfect circle with incomparable rules. From this alone, we can see how terrifying Hongjun and the king of desolate beasts are!
A ball that is not a magic weapon and has no prohibition blessing, after being refined by them, can keep rolling for hundreds of years without deforming!

Of course, this is what the naked eye can see. During the consciousness scan, the two spheres have become irregular, especially the internal mass distribution, showing a weird spiral shape. This alone consumes a lot of kinetic energy!

Among them, the iron ball of the King of Desolate Beasts consumed more.

This time, the two inferior saints have no experience. If there is another time, maybe they can perform better!

Ye Ang thought so.

Putting away the two commemorative congenital fine iron balls, Ye Ang faced the two extremely clean three-foot roads, made a formula with both hands, protected them with space magic, turned them over, and buried them in the ground. Very memorable.

"Okay, Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, turn off the lights, let's go!"

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