Honghuang: I, the heavens, celebrate the clouds and establish mythology, Confucianism and Taoism!

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three hundred years have passed quietly.

In the past three hundred years, the Terrans have established many cities in the Eastern Continent.

On the top of the peaks of Shouyang Mountain, Meng Haoran stepped into the void, looking at the vast land from afar, and saw the human race cities, towering like gods and demons.

Confucian monks live in their own cities, and they are not attacked by demons and practice in peace.

"Although the Terran city has begun to take shape, no one is proficient in the way of formation, and it is impossible to use many cities as the foundation of the formation and lay a powerful defensive formation.

It seems that we must find a powerful and powerful person who is proficient in the way of formation and enter our Confucianism, so that we can lay out a peerless great array with the human city. "

Meng Haoran looked at the many Terran cities from afar, and couldn't help but sigh.

Although most of the cities established by the human race are above the leylines, there are no monks who are proficient in formations in Confucianism.

The reason why the Terran cities in the Shouyang Mountain Realm can lay out a large defensive array is because these cities are built according to the Innate Liangyi Dust Great Array.

However, the landform of the desolate land is complex, and the leylines are wantonly intertwined, and not all mountains and peaks can be arranged in the same formation.

Therefore, many of the cities built by the human race are just huge shells, and in order to make them truly effective, it is necessary to have monks who are proficient in formations and arrange them into formations.

In the flood and wilderness, there are very few monks who are proficient in formations, and even fewer who have friendships with Confucianism.

"If you talk about the way of the formation, except for Uncle Tongtian, it is estimated that Zhen Yuanzi can be ranked!"

The cultivators of all the clans in the Flood Desolation knew that the Tongtian Sect Master was the most proficient in the way of formation, but as a disciple of the Sect of Interpretation, how could Meng Haoran seek the help of the sect.

Moreover, the other party may not be willing to help Confucianism, and may even make excessive demands.

In addition to the Tongtian Sect Master, it is also the way of Zhen Yuanzi's formation, which can cover the 19th of the flood wilderness.

Zhen Yuanzi is the ancestor of the future earth immortals, he holds the book of the earth, and can mobilize the power of the desolate earth veins to lay down a powerful innate earth array.

In the past, Zhen Yuanzi used the book of the earth to lay out the innate Wutu Great Array, guarding the Wuzhuang Temple, which made many monks who coveted the opportunity of Hongyun shy away.

Even if they were as strong as Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, they couldn't break through the big array laid by Zhen Yuanzi, so they could only wait until Hongyun left Wuzhuang Temple before taking the opportunity to snatch Hongmeng Purple Qi.

If Zhen Yuanzi can join Confucianism, he can use the book from the ground to mobilize the power of the leylines and combine with the Terran city to set up a large defensive array.

At that time, the Terran City will use the entire desolate leyline as the source to lay out a peerless array, and even the Heavenly Dao Saints may not be able to destroy it.

If it destroys the Terran City, it is equivalent to indirectly destroying the desolate landlines, and it will definitely produce immeasurable cause and effect, even if it is a Heavenly Dao Saint, it will have to weigh one or two.

Of course, Zhen Yuanzi is powerful and the future ancestor of the earth immortals, and it is definitely not easy to get him to join Confucianism.

Fortunately, Meng Haoran once saved a primordial spirit of Hongyun, and now he has gradually recovered.

There is a cause and effect to save Hongyun, although it may not be possible for Zhen Yuanzi to join Confucianism, but at least it will make the other party owe a favor and help the human race to set up a formation.

If Zhen Yuanzi can be persuaded to join Confucianism, it will naturally be great.

"Without further ado, this seat will go to Wuzhuang Temple immediately!"

Meng Haoran's voice fell, and his ethereal body flew in the direction of Wuzhuang Temple.

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Flood Continent, Wanshou Mountain Five Villages.

Towering immortal mountains stand in the clouds, there are ten thousand bamboos between the precipices and cliffs, pines and cypresses are forests everywhere, Qiongcao Yao flowers are swaying one after another, spitting out majestic fragrance.

On the endless peaks, there are cranes circling and crying, and there are spirit foxes running on the forest paths, showing the scene full of vitality.

Between the clouds and mist, you can also see a majestic Taoist temple, located on the mountain, and the clouds and smoke cover the void in all directions.

"Huh!"

A ray of light swept through the void, manifested into Meng Haoran's ethereal body, and slowly fell in front of Wuzhuang Temple.

I saw that the five villages view the simple sandalwood, the immeasurable rhyme turned into clouds and mist, and a door couplet was written on both sides of the gate.

"The Immortal Immortal Mansion, the same longevity as the sky. "

Meng Haoran said in a deep voice, his eyes glancing at Wuzhuang Guan.

At this moment, the gate of Wuzhuang Temple slowly opened.

"Crunch!"

As the gate opened, two boys in children's robes walked out slowly and saluted Meng Haoran.

"Qingfeng (Mingyue) has seen the immortals, the lord learned that there are distinguished guests coming today, and I am specially ordered to wait here to greet them, and invite the immortals to enter the palace!"

Qingfeng Mingyue explained, and Meng Haoran had a clear understanding in his heart.

Zhen Yuanzi, as one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, has reached the quasi-saint realm in cultivation, and his strength can be described as very strong.

The moment Meng Haoran arrived, Zhen Yuanzi sensed it, so he sent Qingfeng Mingyue to greet him.

"There are two boys!"

Meng Haoran responded slightly, and immediately followed the breeze and bright moon and walked towards the Wuzhuang Temple.

Wuzhuang view is antique, carved beams and paintings show a sense of majestic atmosphere, a billions of ginseng fruit trees stand in the sky, and the branches and leaves are luxuriant and shrouded in the four fields.

"Shangxian here, please!"

Qingfeng Yu's hand was slightly invited, and he took Meng Haoran to the main hall.

In the main hall, Zhen Yuanzi, dressed in a Xuanhuang robe, sat on top of the head, his face was serious, his body exuded a majestic earth essence, and the terrifying coercion was hidden.

Qingfeng Mingyue took Meng Haoran into the main hall, and immediately saluted: "Master, the distinguished guest has arrived!"

When Zhen Yuanzi heard this, he slowly opened his eyes and directly ordered: "Wait until you get a few ginseng fruits in the courtyard, and this seat will entertain distinguished guests!"

"Yes!"

Qingfeng Mingyue responded and immediately withdrew from the main hall.

Seeing this, Meng Haoran immediately bowed to Zhen Yuanzi and greeted: "Poor Dao Meng Haoran, I have seen Zhen Yuanzi's Taoist friends!" (read the violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Zhen Yuanzi smiled when he heard this, and immediately bowed his hand and said: "Poor Dao has seen Haoran Daoist, the name of the leader of Confucianism has resounded and shook the wilderness, and being able to come to Wuzhuang Temple today really makes me shine."

You're welcome, please feel free to sit down!"

Zhen Yuanzi was polite and made a gesture of invitation to Meng Haoran.

Meng Haoran was not polite, and sat directly on the guest seat, looking complacent.

Zhen Yuanzi is a hospitable person, although it was the first time he met Meng Haoran, the atmosphere between the two sides was quite harmonious. []

At this time, Qingfeng Mingyue entered the hall with several ginseng fruits, and placed them next to Zhen Yuanzi and Meng Haoran.

"Immortals, please use it slowly!"

As the words fell, Meng Haoran's gaze shifted to the ginseng fruit.

I saw that the ginseng fruit was shaped like a child under the age of three dynasties, and the whole body was covered with complicated patterns, circulating bright glow.

A rich fragrance gushes out, making people feel refreshed when they smell it.

Ginseng fruit, also known as grass returning pill, is one of the ten innate spiritual roots.

The ginseng fruit tree blooms once every 3,000 years, bears fruit every 3,000 years, and matures after another 3,000 years, and only bears a total of 30 ginseng fruits in 10,000 years, which can be described as extremely precious.

Ordinary people can live to be 360 years old just by smelling it, and if they eat one, they can live for 47,000 years.

If a monk swallows the ginseng fruit, he can improve his cultivation and greatly save his cultivation time.

This ginseng fruit is very precious, if it weren't for someone Zhen Yuanzi valued, he would never be entertained easily.

Zhen Yuanzi picked up a ginseng fruit and motioned to Meng Haoran.

"Daoyou come from afar, there is nothing to entertain in the poor Dao, only this ginseng fruit can be handled, and you are invited to taste one or two. "

Saying that, Zhen Yuanzi ate the ginseng fruit by himself, as if it was really just an ordinary thing.

When Meng Haoran heard this, he directly picked up a ginseng fruit and tasted it carefully.

"Poof!"

Meng Haoran took a bite, only to feel that he was biting on top of nephrite, and the tender flesh was extremely refreshing, which made people's lips and teeth fragrant.

In the next moment, the flesh of the ginseng fruit melted in his mouth, deriving majestic energy, which was instilled into Meng Haoran's limbs.

In an instant, Meng Haoran was blazing, as if he had eaten something great, and even the Lingtai became very clear.

"The ginseng fruit is worthy of being one of the top ten innate spiritual roots, the effect is really powerful, it can actually make people improve their cultivation, thank you for your hospitality!"

Meng Haoran sighed and smiled at Zhen Yuanzi.

Although the effect of the ginseng fruit is powerful, for Meng Hao, at most, it is to replenish energy, and it is not enough for him to improve his realm.

Zhen Yuanzi waved his hand slightly, and said humbly: "The immortal fruit is not enough to worry about, and the Taoist friend is also in a hurry, and he has caught up with the ripening of this ginseng fruit."

If it was usual, these ginseng fruits would be eaten up by Hongyun, and he would not even be blessed by the poor Dao, but unfortunately, he is no longer there. "

Zhen Yuanzi said, his face showed a trace of sadness, and even the ginseng fruit in his hand felt tasteless.

He and Hongyun have been friends for more than 130 years, and they have been practicing the Tao together, which can be described as extremely free.

It's a pity that Hongyun gave way to Zhun Ti in Zixiao Palace, and he was contaminated with huge karma, causing him to be calculated by the saints, and finally died.

Nowadays, the ginseng fruit tree is fruitful, and the courtyard is full of strange fragrances, and Zhen Yuanzi sees things and thinks about people, but he can't raise any interest.

If it weren't for Meng Haoran coming to visit, this ginseng fruit would never be allowed to be touched by anyone.

In the past, Meng Haoran used an edict of punishment to file a complaint with Heavenly Dao and state the latter's guilt.

Only then did Zhen Yuanzi know that it turned out that Hongyun blew himself up and fell, and it was the Zhun Ti Sage who planned behind it.

If it weren't for the edict of punishment written by Meng Haoran, Zhen Yuanzi would not even be able to find out the truth about Hongyun's death.

It was precisely because Meng Haoran let Zhen Yuanzi know the truth about Hongyun's death, that he would entertain the former with ginseng fruit.

If someone else comes, even if they are hospitalized, they will not be so polite.

Meng Haoran saw Zhen Yuanzi's sad face, and there was a touch in his heart.

Everyone knows that Hongyun is a good old man, thinking about others in everything, completely ignoring his own gains and losses.

In the midst of the dangerous flood, the good old man is destined to suffer, and if it weren't for Hongyun's good deeds, he would not have been allowed to calculate and die.

With Hongyun's temperament, he has been able to survive in the treacherous desolate world, and a large part of the reason is because of the help of Zhen Yuanzi.

If it weren't for Zhen Yuanzi helping Hongyun break the siege, I am afraid that he would have been killed by someone long ago, and he would not have survived the day when Zhun Ti planned it.

I have to say that Zhen Yuanzi treats Hongyun, it is good and has nothing to say, but it is a pity that the latter does not know how to cherish it.

Meng Haoran was touched by Zhen Yuanzi, and thought in his heart whether to tell the other party the truth that Hongyun had not completely fallen.

When he rescued Hongyun, he was originally in order to get in touch with Zhen Yuanzi, and now is the time to play a role.

Meng Haoran retracted his thoughts, and immediately said in a deep voice: "In the past, when Hongyun blew himself up, Poor Dao was fortunate to be present, and in the Ninety-Nine Soul Scattering Gourd, he was found to have a remnant of Yuan Shen.

I spent a lot of heaven and earth treasures to condense the primordial spirit for the red cloud, and now it has been restored to its original state.

It just so happens that Daoist friends mention this, so let Hongyun Daoist friends meet with you!"