Honghuang Xuanyang Dao

Chapter 115: One Qi Transforms into Five Elements and Nuwa Arrives from the East

At this moment, a burst of light suddenly surged from Hou Tu's body, and she actually forced a drop of the ancestor witch's blood out of her body and presented it to Li Xuanyang, "Please accept it, Master!"

"Thank you, Ancestral Witch!" Li Xuanyang took out a jade bottle and collected Hou Tu's blood essence. He said, "In addition, I also need a drop of blood essence from Rushou, Ju Mang, Gong Gong, and Zhu Rong."

At this time, Hou Tu's face turned slightly pale, but when she heard Li Xuanyang mention the names of the other four ancestor witches, she still showed a hint of curiosity and said, "Brother Rushou is the ancestor witch of gold, brother Ju Mang is the ancestor witch of wood, and Gong Gong..."

"I am the Ancestral Witch of Earth!"

"Master, are you planning to take the blood essence of the five ancient witches, Gold, Wood, Water, Fire and Earth?"

Upon hearing this, Xing Tian and Wu Xian's eyes all fell on Li Xuanyang, and they couldn't help feeling confused.

It would be fine if he used the essence and blood of the ancestor witches, but he had to use the essence and blood of the five ancestor witches: Rushou, Jumang, Gonggong, Zhurong, and Houtu.

"There is no need to think too much, Ancestral Witch. I only intend to use the Ancestral Witch's essence and blood to replace the innate five elements' energy to practice a Dharmakaya magical power." Li Xuanyang said with a smile.

"I'm afraid that you will need to wait for a few days to obtain the essence and blood of the four brothers. Please allow me to explain this matter to you brothers." Hou Tu pondered for a while and then agreed.

"As for the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley!"

Hou Tu suddenly stood up and bowed to Li Xuanyang, bowing respectfully before continuing, "Master, this Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley is related to the hundreds of millions of people in my Wu Clan. I hope Master will take me to see it first!"

"This matter is simple. The ancestor witch and I will just go for a trip." Li Xuanyang stood up and returned the greeting to Houtu.

For the witch clan, the matter of five drops of the ancestor witch's blood is not a trivial matter.

If they had not seen the real thing, how could Rushou, Jumang and other four ancient witches agree so easily?

"Please lead the way, sir." Hou Tu didn't have time to think too much, she just wanted to see the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley that Li Xuanyang mentioned as soon as possible.

"Two great wizards, why not go together!" Li Xuanyang invited with a smile, then walked out of the hall.

Xing Tian and Wu Xian looked at each other, then followed Hou Tu out with excitement.

"Master, where is this Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley?" Xing Tian couldn't help but ask.

"Great witch, don't be anxious. This thing is only a dozen miles away from here, and we can get there in an instant!" Li Xuanyang pointed outside the tribe, and a golden divine light flashed around his body, and he rose up on a auspicious cloud.

"More than ten miles?" Xing Tian looked doubtfully in the direction Li Xuanyang had just pointed, and muttered softly, "Just outside the tribe?"

Hou Tu didn't say anything, flew into the air, and followed Li Xuanyang to the outside of the tribe.

For Li Xuanyang, the area of ​​more than ten miles was just a blink of an eye.

This place is on the side of the Houtu tribe, close to the river, and witches come here from time to time to fish and get water.

Li Xuanyang stood on the auspicious cloud and pointed to the open space below and said, "This is it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xuanyang waved his sleeves downwards, and a golden light shot out, wrapping up the colorful nine-eared grains that fell down and were planted neatly in the soil.

"Here comes the rain!"

Li Xuanyang shouted softly into the void, and the sky was immediately covered with dark clouds. Countless innate spiritual energy gathered and merged into the clouds, turning into a light drizzle and falling down.

The rain contained rich innate spiritual energy, which fell on the colorful nine-ear valley plants, nourishing their vitality and allowing them to take root in the ground. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a golden area, like a field.

After finishing these things, Li Xuanyang said to Hou Tu and the other two, "This thing is the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley that I mentioned!"

After saying that, Li Xuanyang descended from the auspicious clouds and came to the edge of the field, looking at the colorful Nine-Eared Valley that he had just reclaimed and planted.

It feels like being in the farmland of the afterlife. Looking around, you can see crops that are about to mature everywhere, as if a harvest season is about to come.

The only difference is that the Five-Colored Nine-Eared Corn is not the common millet in later generations, but a kind of spiritual rice.

Coming to the Five-Colored Nine-Ear Valley, Hou Tu bent down and picked a bunch of ears, rubbed them open in her hands, revealing the bright yellow rice grains. She put them in her mouth and chewed them. They seemed to have a slight sweetness, and indeed they could fill her stomach.

At this time, Xing Tian and Wu Xian also imitated Hou Tu's example, picking a large handful of ears of corn, rubbing them together, putting them in their mouths and chewing them, saying, "It is indeed a rare and delicious food."

"Although it's not as delicious as meat, it does contain a hint of spiritual energy. Moreover, as long as it's planted in the ground, it can be like what the Immortal said: sow in spring and harvest in autumn. It's the best food."

The taste of the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley is not as delicious as meat.

But the advantage is that you can farm and cultivate the land. This alone is far better than eating meat, and you don't have to go out hunting all day long.

Hearing Xing Tian's loud shouting, Li Xuanyang couldn't help but smile and said, "Great Wizard, why not wait a moment!"

After saying that, Li Xuanyang first picked up some firewood and built a wooden frame. He then took out a bronze vessel and placed it on the wooden frame. He started a bonfire, poured some clean water into it, and then put the rubbed five-colored nine-ear rice into the cauldron and stirred it gently.

In just a moment, steaming mist emanated from the bronze vessel, and a fresh air was emitted.

"Why not try this spiritual rice porridge?" Li Xuanyang took out a few jade bowls, filled some spiritual rice porridge into each, and invited Hou Tu, Xing Tian, ​​and Wu Xian to taste it.

Cook with boiling water!
Hou Tu's eyes lit up, she reached out and picked up a bowl of spiritual rice porridge, put it into her mouth, and tasted it carefully. She found that it was sweet and soft, and several times more delicious than before.

Xing Tian also picked up a bowl of spiritual rice porridge, put it in his mouth, and exclaimed in surprise: "It's so delicious!"

"You are a real talent. Wu Xian admires you very much." Wu Xian said sincerely.

"It's just that the spiritual energy it contains is a little scarce!" Xing Tian suddenly showed a look of regret.

The spiritual energy contained in this colorful Nine-Spike Valley is the best food for ordinary witches. It can even be said to be spiritual food, which is very beneficial for spiritual practice.

But for the great wizard Xingtian, the spiritual energy contained in the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley is a little too scarce. At most, it can satisfy his appetite and is of no use anymore. Even many successful wizards are like this.

"If the Great Witch feels that the spiritual energy is insufficient, he might as well find a place where spiritual energy gathers, plant the Five-Colored Nine-Eared Grain there, and water it with spiritual water every day."

"You can also use spiritual water when cooking." Li Xuanyang said meaningfully, "This will increase the spiritual energy contained in the spiritual rice porridge."

The spiritual rice cultivated in this way still has no effect on Xing Tian. At most, it makes the spiritual energy richer.

Not to mention the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley, even the Innate Spirit Fruit would be of no use to him.

But for ordinary witches, it is very useful.

Even for living cultivators, this kind of spiritual rice is a rare spiritual food that can be eaten every day to improve one's own cultivation.

Hou Tu's expression changed slightly. Thinking of what she had just promised Li Xuanyang, she felt a little regretful.

But when Hou Tu saw Li Xuanyang's meaningful eyes, she was suddenly shocked. It seemed that if she had not agreed to this matter just now, Li Xuanyang would not really take out the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley to exchange for the Ancestral Witch's blood.

Thinking of this, Hou Tu suppressed her thoughts and bowed respectfully to Li Xuanyang, "Master, your great kindness will surely be remembered by the Wu Clan!"

Li Xuanyang came only for the blood essence of the witch clan. He did not expect Hou Tu to show such a great gift. He quickly dodged and said, "This time I only came to exchange the blood essence of the ancestor witch. How can I accept such a great gift from the ancestor witch!"

Upon hearing this, Hou Tu knew Li Xuanyang's concerns and did not force him. Instead, he asked, "Excuse me, Master, how do I plant the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley?"

Although the witch clan has the ancestor of wood, Ju Mang, who is good at cultivating and planting various spiritual plants and trees.

But after all, we don’t know the habits of the five-colored nine-ear grain, let alone how to cultivate the land.

"This isn't difficult. This Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley is very easy to grow. As long as it's in a place with rich innate spiritual energy or a place where innate spiritual energy gathers, it can be easily planted."

"In addition, just prevent the spiritual insects from eating it and use magic to condense spiritual rain for watering every day." Li Xuanyang explained briefly.

How to open up fields, prevent weeds from growing in the fields and robbing them of nutrients, and how to irrigate, breed, fatten, etc.

These steps may seem very simple, but they are the crystallization of wisdom accumulated by human beings over thousands of years, and each step is indispensable.

Li Xuanyang only made a few slight improvements and used it to grow the five-colored nine-ear grain.

This five-colored nine-ear grain contains five colors and five elements. Compared with the corn in later generations, it is much more vigorous and very easy to grow.

As soon as Li Xuanyang picked out a batch of seeds, Houtu hurried back to the tribe and ordered people to open up a large piece of field, carefully planted the seeds of the five-colored nine-ear grain, and took good care of it every day.

However, the witch clan is not the human race in later generations. They possess all kinds of witchcraft and magical powers. They can easily attract dark clouds and send down spiritual rain. Weeding is even easier. They just need to send out rays of divine light to ensure that there will not be a single weed or spiritual insect left in the spiritual field.

In addition, Li Xuanyang also set up a formation outside the spiritual field, which can not only prevent the invasion of wild beasts, but also gather spiritual energy independently and improve the quality of the field. It can already be called a spiritual field.

In a flash, several months passed, and the cultivated spiritual field turned golden. Each plant of the five-colored nine-ear grain produced huge ears, which were filled with spiritual rice grains as big as pearls.

"The Five-Colored Nine-Eared Valley naturally contains the five colors and five elements. It can be cultivated with the innate five elements' spiritual energy and turned into spiritual rice with the five elements' attributes of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. However, it does not like spiritual energy with attributes such as yin and yang, wind and thunder." Li Xuanyang instructed Hou Tu on the side of the spiritual field.

"Thank you for your guidance, Immortal. I have benefited a lot from it these days." Hou Tu showed a hint of emotion.

If Li Xuanyang had not set up a formation to gather spiritual energy, no one in the Wu clan would have thought that the formation had such a wonderful use.

"Haha, there is no need for the Ancestral Witch to do this. I am also trying to obtain the Ancestral Witch's blood." Li Xuanyang mentioned the Ancestral Witch's blood seemingly unintentionally, and then talked about the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley again.

"Besides, I have also benefited a lot from cultivating the spiritual fields and growing the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Grain."

"The essence and blood of the ancestor witch!" Hou Tu smiled and stretched out her hand to take out a palm-sized white jade bottle. The whole body was as crystal clear as jade, showing a bright glow. A trace of innate spiritual light emanated from the bottle, which was obviously an innate object.

"This spirit bottle contains four drops of the ancestor witch's blood. Please accept it, Master."

Seeing this, Li Xuanyang took the Soul Bottle in his hand and gently opened a gap. He saw four auras of the ancestor witches, accompanied by the turbid air of the earth, gushing out, which just contained the four innate five elements of gold, wood, water and fire.

His eyes lit up, revealing a hint of joy, and he blurted out, "The essence and blood of the four ancient witches: Rushou, Jumang, Gonggong, and Zhurong!"

"Thank you, Ancestral Witch!"

"This time, it's my Wu clan that should be thanking the real person!"

"With this Five-Colored Nine-Eared Valley, countless tribesmen will no longer have to worry about food, and we can even avoid disputes with the demon clan and the Heavenly Court in the future." Hou Tu was extremely grateful to Li Xuanyang.

Although Li Xuanyang came only to exchange the blood of the ancestor witch.

But the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley is too important to the Witch Clan.

In the future, we just need to cultivate and graft various kinds of spiritual rice with the five-colored nine-ear grain and promote them.

Then the witch clan can solve the food problem simply by reclaiming spiritual fields and planting spiritual rice. There is no need to hunt in large quantities, which can reduce disputes with the demon clan in heaven. Even as time goes by, the witch and demon clans may not be unable to coexist peacefully.

In response to this, Li Xuanyang sighed inwardly. How could the great calamity of the Lich be changed by a mere Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley?
The two races of Lich and Warlock restrained themselves and wanted to live in peace.

However, you future saints should educate all living beings and practice the way of education. How can you allow the two races of wizards and liches to rule the ancient world?

It would be fine if the human race did not appear in the world.

Once Nuwa creates humans and becomes a saint, and the future saints see the potential of the human race, that will be the time when the Lich and Warlock races will once again start a huge war.

Besides, the Wu clan needs to grow spiritual rice, but the living beings and cultivators in the prehistoric world don’t need it? The demon clan doesn’t need it either?
It is conceivable that the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley alone will certainly not be able to change the trend of the Lich Catastrophe.

"I plan to go back to the mountain to meditate in seclusion to refine the essence and blood of the Ancestral Witch, so I will say goodbye to the Ancestral Witch. When I come out of seclusion, I will come back to congratulate the Witch Clan on their good harvest." Li Xuanyang said goodbye to Hou Tu.

In less than a year, he obtained five drops of the Ancestral Witch's blood. He could no longer bear it and planned to go back to perfect the method of transforming one breath into five elements, and kill the five five-element Dharma bodies one by one.

Li Xuanyang then explained to Hou Tu the precautions for cultivating and grafting the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley, then rode away on auspicious clouds. Since the incident with the Red Cloud, Nuwa had returned to Fengqi Mountain and secluded herself for tens of thousands of years, comprehending the Dao, refining the Primordial Purple Qi, and seeking her own path to sainthood.

However, nothing has been achieved so far.

Not to mention refining the Hongmeng purple energy, she had never truly understood the evil thoughts in her own evil corpse and had never cut it out.

He clearly sensed the presence of evil thoughts, as if separated by a thin layer of window paper, which could be broken with a little effort. He placed it on the innate spiritual treasure and cut it out with the method of beheading corpses.
But what made Nuwa feel helpless was that she was always just one step away from cutting it out.

As the time of retreat grew longer and longer, Nuwa felt a little impatient. "Good corpses are easy to remove, but evil corpses are hard to kill. It's really true."

"After tens of thousands of years of hard work and achieving sainthood, I still have no clue."

Nuwa had a melancholy look on her face. Her teacher had clearly bestowed upon her the Hongmeng Purple Qi, but she was unable to refine it, and even gained nothing.

"In the past, Master Hongjun of Zixiao Palace once said that to become a saint by slaying the three corpses, one must successively slash away the self-obsession with good and evil. Only when one reaches this level can one attain sainthood."

"But now I can't even kill the evil corpse."

Nuwa sighed, a trace of loneliness appearing on her face.

After painstakingly refining the Hongmeng purple energy for tens of thousands of years, he was unable to even realize the evil thoughts, let alone achieve the Hunyuan Dao Fruit and become a saint.

"It seems that for the time being, I can't use the method of beheading corpses to comprehend the opportunity of becoming a saint. I can only try another way. Maybe I can gain something!"

"Also, the teacher once said that I have a great merit to perform, but I don't know what that is."

"Is it related to proving the Tao through merit and virtue?" Nuwa thought of three ways to prove the Tao: proving the Tao through force, proving the Tao through beheading the three corpses, and proving the Tao through merit and virtue.

"The matter of attaining sainthood cannot be rushed."

Seeing that Nuwa had finished her practice, Fuxi stepped in and said, "Instead of just sitting there doing nothing, it would be better to travel around the wilderness. At the very least, it would help alleviate the boredom in your heart."

"Brother, what you said makes sense." Nuwa nodded slightly.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Nuwa could no longer remain in seclusion. She said goodbye to Fuxi, got up and left Fengqi Mountain, heading towards the prehistoric world.

In just over a hundred years, Nuwa walked all the way from Fengqi Mountain to the inland of Honghuang, and encountered many witch tribes during the journey.

Nuwa was shocked by the conditions of some of the Wu tribes.

The same kind of spiritual plants are planted around all these witch tribes. Looking around, it is a dense area, like a golden ocean, and there are various formations guarding the outside.

Every day, wizards use magic to gather spiritual rain for watering, or to eradicate spiritual insects, weeds, etc., and they take care of it very seriously.

At this time, Nuwa saw an old witch in front of her, sprinkling some wood ash into the soil, and she couldn't help but step forward to ask.

"May I ask, old man, why do you sprinkle this wood ash into the soil?"

Hearing this, the old witch looked up and saw Nuwa's attire, and couldn't help but laugh, "Haha, I think the fairy must be a cultivator from far away, and she has never seen the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley and the Spiritual Field!"

The colorful Nine-Spike Valley and the spiritual field!

Nuwa was stunned for a moment, obviously she had never heard of it.

Seeing Nuwa's expression, the old witch pointed at the spiritual plant in the field and said with a smile: "This is the Five-Colored Nine-Eared Grain!"

"I sprinkled this wood ash into the spiritual field to fertilize the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley and increase the spiritual energy in the soil."

This was also the method passed down by Li Xuanyang. The plants and trees containing spiritual energy were burned into ashes and buried in the soil.

Over time, the soil in the spiritual field can be transformed into spiritual soil.

"I wonder what the use of this five-colored nine-ear valley is!" Looking at the large five-colored nine-ear valley in front of her, a hint of confusion flashed in Nuwa's eyes.

This five-colored nine-ear valley is obviously not some precious spiritual root or immortal herb, but just a very common spiritual plant.

Why do these witch tribes plant a large number of ordinary spiritual plants and sprinkle wood ash into the soil as fertilizer to increase the spiritual energy in the soil?

Even each spiritual field is guarded by wizards and protected by formations, which seems to be very important.

"The fruits of this Five-Colored Nine-Ears Valley are the best spiritual rice." Speaking of the Five-Colored Nine-Ears Valley, the old witch's tone was extremely excited.

In just a hundred years, Hou Tu had already popularized the technology of growing the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley. Reclaiming spiritual fields to grow the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley had become a top priority for many Wu tribes. Almost every Wu tribe would cultivate large tracts of spiritual fields to grow the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley.

In order to avoid seizing the sacred mountain and the place where the innate spiritual energy converges, they even burn a large amount of wood ash.

"Although this Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley is not some precious spiritual root or immortal herb, the spiritual rice it produces can not only fill your stomach, but is also very beneficial for spiritual cultivation."

"For our Wu tribe, its importance far exceeds that of spiritual roots and immortal herbs."

The old witch said with a smug look on his face, "Now spiritual rice has become the most important food in our Houtu tribe. Even many monks come to exchange it."

"As for the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley, as long as we plant in spring and harvest in autumn every year, we can harvest a continuous supply of spiritual rice."

"Plant in spring and harvest in autumn!" Nuwa was shocked. This action was in line with the cycle of nature. It can be said that there is a cycle of growth and decline every year.

Nuwa was amazed by the steps of reclaiming wasteland and turning it into spiritual fields, as well as turning the soil, selecting seeds, removing pests, weeding, and using wood ash as fertilizer.

Unexpectedly, the Wu clan could come up with such a farming method. It seems that there must be a wise man among the Wu clan.

"I wonder which ancestor witch cultivated the five-colored nine-ear grain, and the farming methods such as cultivating spiritual fields?" Nuwa couldn't help but ask.

"This Five-Colored Nine-Spikes Valley and its cultivation method were first popularized by our tribe's ancestor, Hou Tu." The old witch showed a trace of admiration on his face and said, "However, this Five-Colored Nine-Spikes Valley and its cultivation method were not invented by our witch clan."

"It wasn't thought up by the Wu clan!" Nuwa couldn't help but be a little surprised. Could it be that it was the work of a great master among the cultivators?
"It is said that this five-colored nine-ear grain and the farming method were all exchanged between Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, and Xuan Yang Zhenren." When talking about this, the old witch's face was full of gratitude, and the only trace of complexity in his expression was also concealed by him.

Ever since Hou Tu popularized the method of cultivating the Five-Colored Nine-Eared Rice, countless wizards have been able to fill their stomachs with the magical rice without having to hunt wild animals all day.

Even the elderly, weak, women and children in the tribe can cultivate spiritual fields and harvest enough spiritual rice to eat for a year.

As a result, many ordinary witches in the tribe were full of gratitude to Li Xuanyang.

"So that's how it is!" Nuwa was filled with emotion, and her eyes could not help but look towards the East China Sea. "Fellow Daoist Xuanyang, you actually know this method of creation!"

With Nuwa's knowledge, how could she not see the benefits of the Five-Colored Nine-Spike Valley to ordinary witches? Not only could it replace meat to fill their stomachs, it could even improve their cultivation.

This thing will definitely benefit countless creatures in the ancient times, even the demons, and it can even change the way countless creatures practice.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the law of creation.

It is said that when Li Xuanyang returned to Xuanyang Mountain in the East China Sea, he summoned Yun Zhongzi and the Nine-headed Feathered Insect and asked them to go to the Five Elements Spiritual Mountain to cultivate the Five-Colored Nine-Eared Valley and cultivate the five kinds of spiritual rice of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, which could be used for the practice of overseas spiritual cultivators in the future.

Then he came to the side of the Chaos Spirit Spring and sat down.

Li Xuanyang showed the three flowers of his primordial spirit and sacrificed the innate spiritual treasure Qiankun Mountain. Above the Qingyun, countless innate pure airs were derived.

"The evil and turbid energy contained in the ancestor witch's blood is harmful to cultivators, so it is better to refine it all." Li Xuanyang took out five drops of the ancestor witch's blood, and suddenly the evil energy rushed into the sky and mixed into the innate five elements law.

The next moment, he threw five drops of the ancestor witch's blood onto the auspicious cloud, and they were wrapped in the innate pure energy. Suddenly, a sizzling sound was heard, and wisps of black smoke were produced. The turbid air of the earth's evil quickly disappeared.

"Fire!" Li Xuanyang shouted in a low voice, and sacrificed the innate Xuanyang true fire again, and began to temper the essence and blood of the ancestor witch until only a trace of the blood of the great god Pangu and the innate five elements law remained.

At the same time, from the three flowers of Li Xuanyang's soul, the innate five-direction flags and the innate five-element law evolved. According to the method of beheading the three corpses and the method of casting the Taoist magic weapon, he began to deduce the transformation of one qi into five elements.

This method is not an ordinary external incarnation, but a method similar to the method of beheading a corpse. It has independent thoughts, but is connected with the mind of the original body, and is not just a clone.

The difficulty of this method lies here.

Fortunately, there is a method of beheading corpses as a reference.

With the tempering of the innate pure energy and the innate Xuan Yang true fire, the turbid earthly energy contained in the five drops of the ancestor witch's blood gradually and completely disappeared, giving rise to bursts of golden light, mixed with a faint trace of merit and mysterious yellow energy.

This is a trace of the merit of creating the world contained in the essence and blood of the ancestor witch.

Although this mysterious and yellow aura of merit is only a faint trace, it is the true merit of creating the world.

At this time, the innate five elements law in the three flowers of Li Xuanyang's soul fell on the five drops of the ancestor witch's blood, and slowly merged with the innate five elements law contained in it.

In an instant, a brilliant light appeared in the three flowers of the primordial spirit, and five-colored light wheels of blue, yellow, red, black and white were faintly visible, like a huge turntable.

Among them, green is full of nature; yellow is full of heaviness; red is full of heat; black is full of vitality; and white is full of sharpness. The five colors blend with each other, sometimes giving birth to each other, sometimes restraining each other, and circulating endlessly, forming a five-element cycle.

"Using the laws of the great way of space as a guide, I will connect the innate five elements laws that are about to be cut out, and then connect it to my own laws of the great way of chaos. Finally, I will place them on the innate five-direction flag, and then use the energy of the primordial spirit to transform it into spiritual wisdom." Li Xuanyang gradually had a feeling of sudden enlightenment, and the method of deducing the one qi into five elements was gradually perfected.

A hundred years passed in a flash, and the five drops of the ancestor witch's blood in the three flowers of the soul had disappeared. Only five innate five-direction flags remained, flashing the innate five elements law. On the flags, there was a faint golden light flowing.

Seeing this, Li Xuanyang suddenly opened his eyes and shouted softly, "Kill!"

Among the five innate five-direction flags, the Southern Flame Flag suddenly emitted a powerful divine light, completely merging with the innate five elements law and the blood essence of the ancestor witch, and slowly transformed into a red-robed Taoist priest.

This Taoist looked almost exactly like Li Xuanyang. He was surrounded by innate divine light, and his aura appeared and disappeared from time to time, as if he was in harmony with heaven and earth.

The red-robed Taoist landed on the ground, bowed to Li Xuanyang, and said with a smile, "Hello, Taoist friend!"

"You and I are one, why do this?" Li Xuanyang said with a smile.

The red-robed Taoist nodded with a smile, then transformed into a ray of innate divine light, fell into the three flowers of Li Xuanyang's soul, and turned into a spiritual flag again.

This red-robed Taoist priest was very strange. He seemed to be very similar to the three corpses of good and evil, but there was a slight difference. He was not transformed by his own thoughts, but Li Xuanyang cut out the innate fire law in his body, used the Southern Lidi Flame Flag as a support, used the essence and blood of the ancestor witch to shape his body, and transformed the spirit into an independent thought and personality.

Eventually, it transformed into a Dharma body of the five elements, which could not only communicate with each other's minds, but also feel each and every move of the other party, but it was not an external incarnation.

This feeling is very strange.

The feeling is completely different from that of Taoist Bai Lian.

This red-robed Taoist priest embodies Li Xuanyang's innate fire law. As soon as he was born, he had the Taoism of a Golden Immortal, had strong magic power, and was protected by innate divine light.

Moreover, his true form is the Southern Flame Flag and the blood essence of the Ancestral Witch, giving him unparalleled natural defense.

Next, Li Xuanyang placed the remaining four innate five-element laws on four innate five-direction flags, and cut them out to transform into four Taoists.

"Greetings, fellow Taoist!" The four Taoists all bowed slightly to Li Xuanyang, then each transformed into a five-direction flag of the innate nature and returned to the three flowers of Li Xuanyang's primordial spirit.

Normally, Li Xuanyang not only lost a large amount of spiritual energy, but also cut out the innate five elements law in his body. He must have suffered considerable damage and even needed a long period of recuperation to recover.

However, at this time, Li Xuanyang felt that the Innate Five-Directions Flag was faintly turning into chaos, making his soul clear and bright, without any sign of damage. Instead, the Chaos Immortal Body in his body began to operate autonomously, and the physical body and soul were combined together, which was indescribably mysterious.

"The Chaos Immortal Body is forged by smelting the chaotic energy, and the innate five-direction flags in the primordial spirit can derive chaos. It seems that they can complement each other." Li Xuanyang couldn't help but smile. Finally, his hard work was not in vain.

In time, the cultivation of the five Five Elements Dharma Bodies will be elevated to the Quasi-Saint realm. They will be in charge of the innate Five Elements Five-Directions Formation and control the Chaos Pearl together with their own body, which will surely surprise everyone.

"Huh!" Li Xuanyang suddenly revealed a hint of surprise, sensing a subtle shift in overseas luck. "Why did Nuwa come to the East China Sea instead of retreating to Fengqi Mountain to refine the Primordial Purple Qi?"

(End of this chapter)