Pangu's pressure is caused by the suppression of the bloodlines for the prehistoric creatures. However, Yang Yi could feel the pressure, but this pressure could not affect him.

Therefore, even though Yang Yi's cultivation is still very low, even worse than Nuwa and Fuxi, he can continue to march towards the top of Mount Buzhou.

"The towering and unpredictable mountain"

After saying goodbye to Fuxi and Nuwa, Yang Yi turned north and turned into a stream of light, which suddenly accelerated his speed.

Seven days later, Yang Yi, who was rushing to the top of Mount Buzhou at full speed, finally climbed to the top of Mount Buzhou.

He looked up at the sky that was so close to him, as if within reach, this was the closest area to the sky.

In just a moment, Yang Yi walked to the cliff on the top of the mountain and looked down at the layers of clouds, the peaks like small mounds of soil, the earth, and the feeling that the heaven and earth were all in my heart suddenly entered his mind, filled with his spirit.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered a poem.

"I will be on the top of the mountain and overlook all the mountains."

This poem was originally written by Du Fu to Mount Tai, but it is suitable for use on Mount Buzhou, and it complements each other.

"boom"

Suddenly, a terrifying wave came out on the other side of the mountain top, and then a yellow light column dozens of feet high suddenly shot out, reflecting into the sky, emitting infinite light.

"A treasure is born, hey, it's better to come early than to come by."

Yang Yi looked at the pillar of light soaring into the sky, was startled and then happy, and ran quietly towards the other side of the top of the mountain.

Soon, all the creatures who were hunting for treasures on Mount Buzhou were alarmed, and they turned into various divine lights and rushed towards the top of the mountain. The birth of the treasure was definitely a great opportunity.

Yang Yi walked forward and swept lightly. He did not go up rashly, but carefully sensed the cultivator's cultivation level.

Treasures have always been occupied by those who are capable. If there are terrifying fourth-level powerful people or even fifth-level powerful people, what if he comes up, everything will be in vain.

After some investigation, Yang Yi was surprised that the highest cultivation level here is only at the late stage of the third level, and there is no one at the fourth level or above.

"Is it possible that when the previous battle for the colorful fragments, most powerful monks were injured and were in seclusion and were now going to recuperate?"

Suddenly, Yang Yi's eyes lit up, and he remembered the scene when he first met Hongjun and the other two. At that time, he also learned that almost all the strong people around him participated in that battle. At the end of the battle, even the fourth-level strong people fell, and almost everyone was injured.

"Yes, it must be."

He thought to himself that even if he could use the fifth level of Taoist realm, it would be useless for a fourth-level strongman to use it. His cultivation level was too poor, and the other party might have just a magical power to bear him.

Faced with the third-level strongman, with the fifth level of Taoist realm and the soon-to-be-completed Taoist God's strength, he felt that he might as well fight one.

"This treasure is so fluctuating so much, it seems not simple." A third-level creature had a burning look on his eyes and stared at the pillar of light soaring into the sky.

At this moment, the light column is still emitting, and the divine light in the center of the light column is made, making people unable to see the truth inside, and can only rely on fluctuations to perceive.

"It may be an innate spiritual treasure, or an innate treasure." Some creatures talked to themselves, with bright eyes.

"No matter what it is, as long as it belongs to the innate world, it will definitely contain infinite opportunities."

"I vaguely saw the fourth-level king realm waving to me."

"It just so happens that the powerful people are not here, I'm going to settle this treasure."

...........

For a moment, the many creatures watching had different thoughts, all staring at the light column and were ready to move.

Yang Yi was the same. He held the stone sword, immersed himself in his mind, and was in line with the surrounding environment. At this moment, his bones changed, and his appearance had changed drastically. His sword eyebrows and starry eyes had a little more solemn and murderous aura than before.

His robe also changed, and his white purple-edged battle robe was covered with a breath, making people unable to see their cultivation.

"boom"

Suddenly, the light column shattered and dissipated. In the central area, a ruler-like treasure appeared in shape. The ruler was gray. There were stars on the front, and there were sketches of mountains, rivers and rivers on the back. The surrounding chaotic energy was filled with chaotic energy.

"It's the ruler of Qiankun." A monk exclaimed and recognized the root of the ruler.

"The Qiankun ruler, one of the three treasures of Qiankun?"

"It seems to be true, the best innate spiritual treasure, one of the three treasures known as the Qiankun Picture and Qiankun Cauldron."

In an instant, many monks' eyes were red and their bodies trembled.

Immediately afterwards, the terrifying war began. Almost all living beings took action at the same time in an instant. Clouds and fog rose and dust flew. The area on the top of Buzhou Mountain suddenly turned into a battle domain. The fairy grass was broken and the ancient trees were cut off in half, making a mess.

"Everyone let me go, the Immortal King of the Haotian Immortal Palace is here." Suddenly, a dazzling fairy light shot from a distance, turning into a big hand covering the sky, grabbing the floating and rising ruler.

"Immortal King without I? Why is he here? I remember he is a top master in the third level, and a master in the fourth level under the throne of the Haotian Immortal Emperor." Some creatures said in surprise.

"What is Haotian Immortal Palace? Hehe, please give it to me with the ruler of Qiankun."

A black magic blade slashed out on the side, and the sword light was sharp, instantly cutting off the fairy light with its wrist. Then a ball of black fog went forward strangely, and instantly enveloped the Qiankun ruler.

"You dare to be a thief, and you dare to act fiercely in front of my fairy palace."

As the light and shadow flashed, a handsome man wearing a purple gold crown and delicate armor appeared. A divine spear popped out in his hand and stabbed into the black fog. The void shook, and the sound of dragon roaring and tiger roaring was emitted.

"It's the Immortal King without Self." The cultivator who had the early stage of the third level exclaimed.

"Hehe, little Doyle." A strange sneer came from the black fog, and then he did not dodge and let the divine spear penetrate into the black fog.

Unexpectedly, no screams were heard, but there was a sizzling sound coming from time to time.

"Not good." Somehow, the Immortal King Wuwo suddenly changed his face and he hurriedly pulled out his divine spear.

"This is........"

In an instant, all the viewers' faces changed drastically, and they saw the pits on the head of the divine spear, as if corroded, and a layer of rust appeared on the spear peak.

They knew that this divine spear was an acquired spiritual treasure with infinite power, and they did not expect it to be eroded by strange things.

"Shameless, the immortal light condenses, and all laws are not invaded."

The Immortal King Wuwo shouted angrily, and a layer of glaze of glaze outside his body appeared, protecting his whole body, which was quite a sign of indestructibility.

After saying that, Wuwo rushed into the black fog with the glow of rays. For a moment, the fairy light was boiling, the black fog exploded, and roars continued to come out.

At this moment, the surrounding battle groups had already started, and they were constantly attacking and killing those approaching.
Chapter completed!