Chapter 300 Yang Jiao beheads the corpse

On an extremely huge orange-red star, the true fire was blazing, burning the four seas and eight wastelands.

For countless years, this star has illuminated the heavens, bringing light and vitality to the heavens and the world. It once gave birth to two great powers, Di Jun and Tai Yi, with unparalleled magical powers.

Yang Jiao entered the Sun Star under the blazing sun true fire.

Other immortals of Jiejiao used the tiger skin of Tongtian Sect Master to slaughter creatures and bully the weak. Now, he is just using his identity as a Jiejiao disciple to take a top-grade innate spiritual root, which is nothing.

"The identity of being a disciple of a saint is really useful! If I were a casual cultivator, even if I accepted the Fusang wood, I would not be able to leave the Sun Star. No, I have to be a disciple of an Eastern saint, not a Western saint. Western disciples come to the East to search for treasures, which is like a rat crossing the street, and everyone will shout and beat them."

"Then again, the Sun Star rises in the east and sets in the west. It is really hard to judge whether the Fusang wood is a treasure from the East or the West. If Di Jun and Tai Yi transform at sunset, they are the great powers of the West."

Yang Jiao came to the Fusang wood with a lot of messy ideas.

There are many legends related to the Fusang wood in the prehistoric world.

One of them is that the Fusang wood is a great power of the Hunyuan Jinxian, and it cannot transform because of its huge size.

Before meeting the Saint Heart Daojun, Yang Jiao thought this statement was true. After meeting the Saint Heart Daojun, he knew that this statement was wrong.

First of all, the size of the Fusang wood is not large.

When the top-grade innate spiritual roots are fully grown, it is not a problem to cover a star field. The Fusang tree can't even cover the sun, and its size is very small.

Secondly, it's hard to achieve the great way by working behind closed doors.

With the innate sacred foothold, it's not a problem to cultivate to the Daluo Jinxian by practicing alone. But it's extremely difficult to cultivate to the Hunyuan Jinxian.

Even the ancestor Hongjun needs the jade book of creation to cultivate to the Hunyuan Jinxian. Is the Fusang tree's qualifications stronger than the ancestor Hongjun?

Finally, if the Fusang tree really became a quasi-saint, Di Jun and Tai Yi would have taken the true spirit of the Fusang tree and caught it in the demon-summoning banner.

Tai Yi, the first person under the saint, is many times more valuable than Kong Xuan, the first person under the saint.

Di Jun and Tai Yi, these two heroes, don't talk about friendship. The ten great demon saints followed them to fight east and west, and as a result, all became famous people on the demon-summoning banner.

When Yang Jiao came to the Fusang tree, he saw a young golden-armored god general.

This golden armored god general was none other than Yang Jiao's nominal cousin, the youngest son of the Emperor of Heaven.

In the story of "Splitting the Mountain to Save Mother", Yang Jian called him uncle and cousin with his axe, and only the little golden crow survived.

Yang Jiao didn't care about the little golden crow. He shuttled into the interior of the Fusang wood.

He wanted to refine the Fusang wood on the spot, and then entrust good thoughts on the spot and kill the good corpse.

Yang Jiao walked under the tree and found out that the Fusang wood was a treasure that suppressed the fire veins of the sun star, and it could not be taken. If the Fusang wood was taken, the fire veins of the sun would erupt and produce countless sunspots.

However, Yang Jiao had his own way.

Since it couldn't be taken, then don't take it, refine it on the spot, and kill the corpse on the spot.

Others might consider the issue of the three corpses becoming one and proving the truth to become a saint, but Yang Jiao would never consider this. Looking at the prehistoric world, who else has the three corpses become one except the ancestor Hongjun?

Moreover, he was following the method of proving the Dao through the universe, not the path of proving the Dao through the three corpses. Killing the three corpses was just a shortcut for him to improve his cultivation.

When he was about to achieve the Dao, he must withdraw his good thoughts, obsessions, and evil thoughts, and let the Fusang wood, the laurel tree, and the yellow plum be free.

As Yang Jiao began to refine the Fusang wood, some saints and great powers in the world immediately felt it.

In Yaochi, the Emperor of Heaven and the Queen Mother of the West showed strange expressions at the same time, and the Emperor of Heaven was even more unbelievable.

"I didn't sense it wrong, Yang Jiao was refining the Fusang wood? Is it worth refining a top-grade innate spiritual root that cannot be taken away?"

The Queen Mother of the West spread her hands and shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand it either.

For several kalpas, the Fusang wood was able to remain safe and sound, thanks to its role in suppressing the Sun Star Fire Vein.

Even if it was refined, it could not be taken away, and it could not increase the combat power at all. Even the Taoist Master Ran Deng would not bother to refine it.

Yang Jiao gave people the impression that although he was not extremely smart, he was not stupid either.

The Emperor of Heaven and the Queen Mother of the West could not understand why Yang Jiao did such a thing.

In the Chan Sect, Yuanshi Tianzun, who was teaching Jiang Ziya the Eastern Wonderful Law, also paused.

Yuanshi Tianzun was a saint, and his wisdom far exceeded that of the Emperor of Heaven and the Queen Mother of the West. He figured out Yang Jiao's intention with a little calculation.

"Using Fusang wood to chop the corpse, does this disciple of the third brother not even want the good corpse?"

After figuring out Yang Jiao's intention, Yuanshi Tianzun was also confused for a while.

The three corpses are closely related to the attainment of the Tao and becoming a saint. As long as they are normal people, they will not leave the good corpse in a specific place.

Using normal people's thinking, it is impossible to understand Yang Jiao's behavior.

On Jin'ao Island, Tongtian Jiaozhu, who was originally practicing the Zhuxian Sword Formation, shook his head in disappointment.

He should have been happy that there was one more quasi-saint in the sect. However, in the eyes of Master Tongtian, it was really unwise for Yang Jiao to leave the purple electric hammer unused and use the Fusang wood to chop the corpse.

The other saints sensed Yang Jiao's actions and either felt nothing or felt relieved.

However, these things had nothing to do with Yang Jiao.

He carefully refined the Fusang wood, not daring to make the slightest mistake. If the Fusang wood was harmed, a small sunspot would inevitably erupt.

This is also the reason why the Fusang wood has been safe and sound for countless years.

Refining the Fusang wood is simply a thankless task.

However, Yang Jiao's favorite thing to do is to turn waste into treasure.

Three thousand years later, Yang Jiao's body was transparent, and his magic power reached every part of the Fusang wood.

"Finally refined the Fusang wood, next, cut the corpse and break the quasi-saint!"

He held his breath and concentrated, and the three flowers of the cloud rose above his head, and the Tao rhyme flowed endlessly, and began to break through.

Only the disciples of the Xuanmen practiced the three flowers of the cloud, and other immortals did not practice the three flowers of the cloud. Different Taoist traditions have different cultivation systems.

The good thoughts in the three corpses do not refer to good thoughts, but to indecisiveness, womanly kindness, and two-faced thoughts that are not conducive to cultivation.

Everyone has good thoughts, and the most evil demons are no exception.

When Yang Jiao gathered his good thoughts, a long river of information also appeared in his natal world. This long river of information evolved madly, and the future it flowed out became more and more numerous and more complicated. It gradually began to synchronize with the long river of destiny in the prehistoric world.

"Cut!"

Yang Jiao shouted softly, and a shadow flew out of his body and entered the Fusang tree.

At the same time, the long river of information in his natal world suddenly turned into a real long river of the avenue.

The sky fell to the ground, and golden lotus emerged from the ground. A long river of the avenue stretched across the sky of the prehistoric world.

Yang Jiao, broke through to the quasi-saint!