Chapter 177 Buzhou Mountain

Fang Yang entered the ruins of Mount Buzhou.

Although Mount Buzhou was broken, Pangu's will did not disappear. After Fang Yang entered it, he felt an extremely powerful will pressing down, which made his mind tremble.

Fortunately, he was prepared.

When Pangu's will pressed down, his body changed and turned into the innate Pangu Kaitian Dharma. In this state, the obstacles he encountered disappeared immediately, and Pangu's pressure and Pangu's will never oppressed him again.

How could Pangu oppress Pangu?

Swish!

He moved his body and went deep into Mount Buzhou.

Mount Buzhou after destruction is no longer the Mount Buzhou before destruction. There is no spiritual energy in the void, and the spiritual energy inside is completely exhausted.

Fang Yang's consciousness covered it, and he didn't see even a living being with cultivation. No, it should be said that there is no living being at all, because even if there is a living being, it can't withstand Pangu's pressure.

Mount Buzhou is very large, with an unknown radius of billions of miles. It's no wonder. Once upon a time, Buzhou Mountain was the first sacred mountain in the prehistoric world.

The first one should look like the first one.

When Fang Yang thought of such a thick mountain, it was actually broken by Gonggong. He had some understanding of the true power of heaven and earth.

The dead silent Buzhou Mountain seemed to be the only one left. He flew around, and everything in front of him was trance and desolate.

It was like the end of the world here.

"You are so brave, young man, you dare to break into Buzhou Mountain. Did you escape to this prison to avoid your enemies because you were desperate in the outside world?"

At this moment, a powerful voice sounded in the void and reached Fang Yang's ears.

Just hearing this voice, Fang Yang's mind automatically emerged with a figure with a tall stature, standing upright, and a straight edge, as if he was going to poke the sky.

Gonggong!

Xingtian has no head, Gonggong has a head.

Fang Yang hurriedly said, "Senior Gonggong, I am Fang Yang, the junior, on the order of the Queen Mother Hou Tu, to deliver a letter to you."

His voice pierced through the clouds and cracked the rocks, spreading continuously, spreading continuously, until it reached the farthest horizon.

"A letter from Sister Hou Tu, hurry, give it to me."

Then, the figure just now suddenly appeared in front of Fang Yang, and the ancestor of the witch Gonggong came in front of him.

Fang Yang did not dare to delay, stretched out his hand to take out the letter, and handed it to Gonggong.

Gonggong was a middle-aged man with a resolute face, with totems and oil paint all over his body, which was extremely wild. However, no one dared to look down on him because of Gonggong's image.

The twelve ancestor witches are themselves synonymous with strong people.

Being able to fight back and forth with the owner of the Chaos Bell, no matter how many people they fought, proved their strength.

The Chaos Bell has unparalleled defense, and the sound waves are indiscriminate attacks. Group attacks are actually not very effective against Taiyi.

If it were a quasi-saint like the Burning Lamp Taoist, 100,000 of them would stand together without forming a large formation for defense. Taiyi would flick the Chaos Bell with his finger, and 100,000 Burning Lamp Taoists would be wiped out.

After Gonggong received the letter, he did not open it in front of Fang Yang, but put it away.

"Your name is Fang Yang, and you are very brave. Since the Buzhou Mountain was transformed into a prison by the saint, no one has been able to get out alive."

Gonggong looked at Fang Yang with a little regret in his eyes.

With his Taoism, he could of course tell Fang Yang's age and foundation. In his opinion, Fang Yang was trapped in this Buzhou Mountain and wasted his qualifications.

Fang Yang knew what Gonggong meant, and he smiled slightly: "Don't worry, senior. Since I dare to come in, this Buzhou Mountain can't trap me."

Before he came, Hou Tu Niangniang told him about the various situations of the Buzhou Mountain Prison.

Buzhou Mountain Prison was built to imprison Gonggong and Xingtian, but if other immortals or powerful people want to enter Buzhou Mountain, the saints will not stop them.

However, it is easy to enter the mountain but difficult to leave.

The entire Buzhou Mountain is restricted by the saints. Once you enter, there is almost no way to get out. Unless you can solve the endgame left by the saints in Buzhou Mountain.

This endgame is the Zhenlong chess game!

The Zhenlong chess game was left in Buzhou Mountain by Tongtian Sect Master with a glimmer of hope. Tongtian Sect Master is a master of formations, and the chess game also contains the supreme mystery of formations.

To break the Zhenlong chess game, you must either have extraordinary attainments in chess or be proficient in formations.

"You, young man, are so arrogant! You dare to say that you can break the chess game without even seeing the chess game?"

Gonggong smiled and shook his head. He obviously did not believe that Fang Yang had this ability.

Fang Yang's expression remained unchanged: "Whether the junior can break the chess game has nothing to do with whether he has seen the chess game or not."

He did not brag.

Of course, he could not break the Zhenlong chess game, but he could use the Yin-Yang Tianji Mirror to break it.

Lingbao can be regarded as a special artificial intelligence product. He only needs to refine the logical algorithm and the basic rules of Go into the Yin-Yang Tianji Mirror, and the Yin-Yang Tianji Mirror will naturally deduce all the possibilities on the chessboard.

Then, the Yin-Yang Tianji Mirror can find a way to break the chess game from these possibilities.

However, he did not intend to break it. He had the Qiankun Wanli Gate, which allowed him to go out directly from Buzhou Mountain, so there was no need to waste time breaking the chess game.

Gong Gong was going to say something else to teach this ignorant junior in front of him a lesson. The next moment, he was completely shocked.

He saw that Fang Yang's body flashed in place, and there was an immortal grass with a fragrant scent in his hand.

"You...you just went out?"

Gonggong couldn't believe his eyes. Since he entered Buzhou Mountain, he had never seen anyone leave.

Fang Yang nodded gently: "Yes! I have a special treasure that can travel freely in the prehistoric world. This Buzhou Mountain can't trap me."

At this moment, Gonggong didn't know what to say.

Facts speak louder than words. He witnessed with his own eyes that Fang Yang could indeed enter and exit Buzhou Mountain at will.

Logically, he should be excited to know that someone can get out.

However, Gonggong was no longer excited when he thought of his own situation.

It was not Buzhou Mountain that trapped him, but the saint. As long as the saint was still there, it was meaningless for him to leave Buzhou Mountain.

He might even bring disaster to the witch clan because of his jailbreak.

Gonggong thought about it and said: "Since you can get out, when you leave, help this ancestor witch take a letter out."

Fang Yang nodded and agreed.

Gonggong took Fang Yang to a valley with green mountains and clear waters.

This valley is Gonggong's place of practice. He is the god of water and the ancestor witch. It is not difficult for him to create a valley full of life.

"Sister Hou Tu has told me all your affairs. Do whatever you want to do here! With me as your guardian, you can practice with peace of mind."

After saying that, Gonggong couldn't wait to go to the side to read the letter sent by Hou Tu Niangniang.