As soon as Lu Chen opened his eyes, he became an ant on the battlefield of Long Han's first calamity.
The breath of the ancestral dragon burned the sky and boiled the sea, the tail feathers of the yuan phoenix tore through the void, and the golden immortal was wiped out like ashes - and his novice gift package only contained a shabby yard ten feet square.
But this courtyard is called [Hongmeng Tianyu].
——If you follow the rules in the courtyard, you can crush the ancestral dragon into a loach and grill it;
——The chaos furnace in the corner can refine the flesh and blood of saints and reshape the universe;
——When the ninth-grade green lotus blooms, even the thunder and calamity of heaven becomes nourishment!
While the great masters of the ancient world were still fighting in the midst of calamity, Lu Chen squatted in the yard and grew silently.
He mixed the soil of Nuwa's creation with heavenly soil, so that the first batch of human beings would have anti-Tiandao antibodies;
He brewed the fragments of the God-killing Spear into tea and watched Luo Hu's remaining soul curse in the cup;
He even used the Secret Realm of Time to secretly learn for three thousand years when Hongjun was preaching, and changed the secret method of killing three corpses into "One Hundred Postures for Gathering the Wool of Heaven".
Until one day, the dome of Zixiao Palace shattered.
The blackened Hongjun, wrapped in calamity chains all over his body, came out of the air, followed by the puppets of the Six Saints controlled by Heaven.
Lu Chen carried the freshly baked Chaos Demonic Dragon Skewers, pushed open the courtyard door and chuckled:
"Everyone, my small courtyard still needs a caretaker——
Tiandao, do you come in by yourself, or should I demolish Honghuang and invite you? "
