Ask the ancestors to make decisions for the Eagle Clan

Chapter 572
"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

Hearing these extremely terrifying words from the Conferred Gods, Mo Lin's expression changed slightly, and he immediately looked behind him.

There, a white-fronted tiger leaped out from behind the hillside. On the tiger's back sat a group of people, with a blue scarf fluttering on its head, a scarlet Taoist robe with large sleeves facing the wind, and a sword hanging from its back and a gourd hanging from its waist.

With such a dress, there will be no one else except Shen Gongbao who killed the engine in the group of gods!

"Shen Gongbao..."

Looking at the person coming, Mo Lin's expression remained unchanged.

In the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods, evil spirits permeate, cause and effect are entangled, and the secrets are obscure. Even a saint can't deduce too much information at all, but Shen Gongbao is the flying bear in the Conferred Gods. , even a sage could not deduce his message.

This is also the reason why, with Molin Daluo Jinxian's perfect terrifying consciousness covering hundreds of millions of miles, Shen Gongbao was so close to him that he didn't even sense Shen Gongbao!
This also convinced Mo Lin that the monk in front of him was definitely Shen Gongbao!

"Fellow Daoists are full of aura and good fortune. You can tell at a glance that you are a virtuous person, a true immortal with good fortune. I don't know where your teacher is from, and where you are practicing in a blessed place!"

Shen Gongbao reined in the white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes, and slapped Mo Lin on the tiger's back, as if he was familiar with him. The smile on his face was extremely sincere and contagious, making people trust him involuntarily. feel!

"Jujiao, Mo Lin!"

Mo Lin looked at Shen Gongbao in front of him, with a gentle smile on his face, and said.

"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Mo Lin of Jiejiao!! I've seen you for a long time!! I have a lot of friends, but I have many friends in Jiejiao. I don't know if you are not in Jin'ao Island to enjoy blessings, what are you doing here in this barren mountain!"

For some reason, after seeing the gentle smile on Mo Lin's face, Shen Gongbao instinctively felt a sense of danger, but he always liked to make friends. Although he was vigilant in his heart, a hearty smile appeared on his face, as if It's really as if Molin is already very familiar with him!
Mo Lin kept his expression on his face. He didn't believe a single word of Shen Gongbao's words. This guy's tongue is so eloquent that he can say that he is alive. If you are not careful, you will be fooled by him!
Moreover, he came here just to send Shen Gongbao to the Western Church, not to make friends with Shen Gongbao.

After confirming Shen Gongbao's identity, Mo Lin threw out a wave of mana, and directly knocked out Shen Gongbao and his eye-catching white-fronted tiger who hadn't reacted yet.

Immediately, Mo Lin cast his mana, and carrying Shen Gongbao, together with his eye-catching white-fronted tiger, flew towards the prehistoric western land!

. . . .

Floods don't count years.

Even though Mo Lin's speed is very fast, it covers hundreds of millions of miles in an instant, but the vastness of the Great Desolation is too vast, especially from the Great Desolation East to the Great Desolation West, it is simply billions of trillions of trillions of miles away!

A mountain is as big as the Milky Way in Mo Lin's previous life!

A tree with fruits on it is equivalent to the entire earth in Mo Lin's previous life!
A single blade of grass can cut the sun, the moon and the stars!

This is the prehistoric world, so vast that it is difficult to express it in words. In a speck of dust, there is a world of dust, and there are billions of creatures living in it!

Ordinary monks, I am afraid that they will not be able to cross the flood in their entire lives!

And at Mo Lin's speed, it took nearly a hundred years of flying before he finally arrived at the center of the entire prehistoric region!

Buzhou Mountain is the center of the whole prehistoric world!
Mo Lin crossed the Buzhou Mountain all the way, and then flew over the Liangjie Mountain, and he had already reached the prehistoric western boundary!

"Compared with the Great Desolate East, the aura here is simply far worse!"

Mo Lin held the Shen Gongbao and the eye-catching white-fronted tiger in his hands, and observed the western land boundary which was clearly different from the prehistoric east, frowning slightly!

In his perception, the environment in the entire prehistoric western land is harsh and full of dead silence, and the aura in the air is extremely thin, even less than half of that in the prehistoric east!
If the prehistoric east is compared to the fertile soil for monks to practice, then the prehistoric west is equivalent to the desert and the Gobi. It is no wonder that the prehistoric oriental monks would not go to the west and worship under the Western religion unless they had to.

"Rather than saying that this is the prehistoric west, it is better to say that this is the western wilderness!"

Merlin sighed.

When the prehistoric world was opened up, the prehistoric west and the east were actually the same, full of aura and vitality!

It's just that in the ancient times, after the Dragon and Han catastrophe and the final battle of the three clans, the entire prehistoric west became the decisive battleground of the battle between Taoism and demons!
The five quasi-sage powerhouses including Mozu Luohou, Daozu Hongjun, Taiji Patriarch, and Yinyang Patriarch, each of them is a true prehistoric top powerhouse, possessing the supreme power to destroy the world. It can collapse the earth in a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, and the aftermath of every blow can make the ancient stars fall!

That decisive battle was extremely fierce, the sun and the moon were dimmed, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, countless spiritual veins were interrupted in the entire prehistoric west, and the earth was riddled with holes and pits like billions of stars falling!
In the final decisive battle, Mozu Luohu lost to Hongjun and the four quasi-sages teamed up, directly detonating the land of the ancestors of the prehistoric western aura, triggering an extremely terrifying explosion!
All of a sudden, the countless spiritual roots and spiritual veins in the Paradise of the Western Continent were all directly detonated and destroyed, and hundreds of millions of prehistoric creatures were directly killed in the aftermath of that terrifying war!
It is precisely because of this that from the war between Dao and Demon to the present, the prehistoric west has been barren to the extreme. There is no paradise, no spiritual roots, and even better spiritual veins are hard to see!
Next, the two sages of the prehistoric west, who are supposed to guide and repair the damaged land veins in the west, become the masters of the west. , Zhunti picks up and won't get the two purple futons representing the Holy Throne!
"arrive!"

When Mo Lin was thinking, he had already flown to a place with abundant aura. It was far away from three thousand top-level spiritual veins. In terms of the richness of aura, it was not inferior to that of the East, and even much richer than some places in the East. !

And looking at the western world, the one who can have this blessed place is naturally the entire dojo of the Western religion!
(End of this chapter)