"Well! It turns out it's Hongjun Daozu. No wonder he is so strong. The peaceful prehistoric world is about to start to be lively. Unfortunately, I haven't transformed yet and can't go anywhere!

In the future, all the innate demon gods who are famous in the prehistoric world should have to rush to Zixiao Palace!

I will take advantage of the time when the Zixiao Palace is speaking and the Three Thousand Heavenly Dao Laws appear, so as to practice, transform into shape as soon as possible, and go to Kunlun Mountain to become a disciple soon."

Guangchengzi slowly relaxed his mood and analyzed.

Time flies, and countless years have passed since the prehistoric world. An ancient Taoist temple suddenly appeared in the endless chaos, with an ordinary surface.

The pattern is probably similar to the Taoist temples in later generations, but the aura it emits from time to time makes him full of mystery and mystery.

Zixiao Palace appears and disappears in the chaos. The plaque reads the mysterious and mysterious Dao divine pattern "Zixiao Palace".

"Brother, it seems that we are here first." Tongtian looked at the three of them in front of Zixiao Palace and said proudly.

"It's thanks to my elder brother. If it weren't for my elder brother's Xuanhuang Linglong Tower of Heaven and Earth, we wouldn't have broken through the chaos and turbulence so quickly," Yuan Shi also said with a smile.

"You two brothers are polite, so let's go to the Saint's Temple! Visit the Saint." I said calmly in a tone

Outside the Zixiao Palace gate where the three of them arrived, they bowed to Zixiao Palace together, "We Pangu Sanqing, come to visit the Saint Hongjun."

After saying that, the gate of Zixiao Palace slowly opened, and the three of them slowly entered Zixiao Palace. At a glance, they felt that the space inside was extremely wide.

There is a cloud bed hanging high in front, with a nine-foot-high cloud. There is an incense table on the clouds. Two handsome boys and girls serve on both sides.

There are only six cushions under the high platform, lined up, and nothing else.

Yuanzi and others looked at each other and felt that there was a great opportunity for this seat, and then Laozi ranked first, Yuanzi second, and Tongtian third.

The four of them sat on the cushion and stopped talking, and closed their eyes and wandered in the vast exterior.

A few months later, Zixiao Palace was already full of powerful people! The front row was filled with six yellow cushions, and people were filled with people, from front to back.

Laozi of Taiqing, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian of Shangqing, Nuwa Niangniang, Taoist Kunpeng and Taoist Hongyun.

These are all innate powerful people who are famous in the prehistoric world.

Behind them were about 2,000 great gods from all over the world, each with at least the cultivation level of the Daluo Golden Immortal.

Seeing that the gate of Zixiao Palace was about to close, two more people with shabby Taoist robes and panting came from outside the door.

One of them had a yellow complexion, a thin body as thin as a bamboo, and his eyes were calm. From time to time, a few rays of great wisdom were emitted, which made people bathe in the spring breeze, but his face was filled with bitterness.

The other person is quite rich, with a full heaven, a round belly, and a rosy complexion. However, from time to time, sharp Gengjin aura comes from his eyes, which is not to be underestimated.

These two are the later two saints of the side - Zhiyin and Cundi.

The two entered Zixiao Palace and were stunned when they saw thousands of powerful people sitting inside.

When Zhunti saw this scene, his face changed and he said with a sad face.

"Senior brother, I miss you and me in the West. Because of the lack of spiritual veins, we have worked hard to sort out the Western veins, hoping to find a way out for the Western sentient beings.

After going through many blessings and hardships, I finally came to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon. But I didn't expect that I didn't even have a seat. If I couldn't hear the great way clearly,

If you feel ashamed of Western sentient beings, if you do this, it is better to be martyred here? Let me give you an explanation to Western sentient beings!"

Jie Yin listened aside and did not answer, but the face on his face became more and more sad, and even his whole body exuded a miserable and sad aura.

Everyone could hear what Zhunti said, some ridiculed, some sympathized, and some disdained. All kinds of people had it.

At this time, Hongyun's eyes showed a trace of compassionate golden light.

"Fellow Taoist fellow Taoists come here for a long time. I really have great perseverance and wisdom. I am not as good as I seek the Tao for all living beings! I might as well sit in my position."

After saying that, the ancestor Hongyun stood up and gave up.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, you gave up your seat to Fellow Daoist Zhunti, where are you sitting?"

Zhen Yuanzi, who was sitting behind, asked in surprise.

Hongyun smiled kindly, "Humility is the virtue of etiquette, the way of morality is the great way to seek."

When a group of great gods in the prehistoric world heard this, their eyes suddenly said, and they couldn't help but express their admiration when they looked at the ancestor Hongyun.

When Zhunti saw it, he ran over quickly and sat on it and shook his body.

He waved his hand to the ancestor Hongyun and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist!"

After Cunti sat down, he didn't expect that the old ancestor Hongyun, who was originally kind-hearted, had a sudden change in his face.

After thinking for a moment, I looked at Zhunti, who was sitting in front of me: "Friends of Taoism".

And Zhunti, who was sitting in the seat, also smiled silly, as if he knew nothing, and said to Hongyun: "What are you talking about with a fellow Taoist?"

When the ancestor Hongyun saw Zhunti ask back, he doesn't answer. After snorting coldly, he walks back.

Zhunti didn't care when he heard this. Thinking that his senior brother had no seat yet, he looked to the side.

The person sitting on the left side of Zhunti happened to be the Taoist Kunpeng. Kunpeng saw Zhunti looking at him, facing him coldly, without saying a word.

Seeing this, Zhunti said, "How can you sit here with a flat-haired beast with wet eggs? I'm afraid it will only defile the saint's seat!"

Kunpeng was furious and was about to ejaculate. The guise behind the Taoist Zhunti was not idle. An emerald green bamboo appeared in his hand and gently poked Kunpeng.

Kunpeng didn't check for a moment, and immediately became dizzy, but it was the six pure bamboos. Zhunti made a move and drove Kunpeng down, and then helped Jiesui up.

Kunpeng's face turned red and was about to take action, he heard the bell ringing "Wait...".

Hongjun Daozu appeared on the cloud bed and was indifferent in front of everyone, staring at Kunpeng with his calm eyes.

Kunpeng couldn't afford to offend brothers Jie Yin and Zhunti, and even more so he couldn't afford to offend the saint Hongjun, but he hated Hongyun.

This also laid the groundwork for the later death of Hongyun.

"Let's just sit like this in the future! Those who are not allowed to seize the throne without authorization will turn into ashes.

Now I will preach 90,000 years, three times, each time 30,000 years, and a distance of 30,000 years. This time, the 30,000 years begins now!"

"There is Huangting above, Guanyuan below, the Weique in front, and the Mingmen behind, which sucks outside the hut and goes out into the Dantian.

The people who can practice can last forever, the people in the Huangting dresses are red, the doors are closed, the two doors are covered with strong dragons, and the heroes of the Youque are high in Wei and Wei,

The essence in the dantian is faint, the clear water of the jade pond is fat, the spiritual roots are strong and the ambition is not weak, and there are scholars in the middle pond who wear red and red clothes... The way is not annoying, no place to move."

I saw Hongjun Daozu talk, and a broken black jade butterfly hovered above his head, sprinkling countless cold and spiritual lights.

The five energy in the chest rolled, evaporated upward, forming tens of millions of colorless clouds, and three large three-god purple lotus rooted on its soul.

The stems and leaves are stretched, and their stems are transparent. The lotus leaves are green and dripping. The petals are as big as wheels. They rotate continuously, and they suck in countless starlight and sprinkle countless spiritual liquid.

The inscriptions of the Great Dao formed auspicious spirit of golden flowers and fell into the Zixiao Palace.

This is really a scattered sky, golden lotus gushing in the ground, loud sounds and elephants are invisible! Everyone in the audience was also intoxicated by the various forms of sentient beings.

Before we knew it, 30,000 years passed, and the bell in Zixiao Palace rang: "Do...", the bell of "Do..." woke everyone up from enlightenment.

"This preaching ends here, and it will start again in 30,000 years. It will all be over."

The gate of Zixiao Palace, which was originally closed, suddenly opened, and Hongjun Daozu disappeared without a trace in front of everyone.

"Sage, mercy!" Everyone in the audience thanked Hongjun Daozu and preached, and then they all left Zixiao Palace and returned to the prehistoric world.

After they left, Zixiao Palace closed the door, hid into chaos, and disappeared.
Chapter completed!