Chapter 52: There are futons everywhere. Sit down! Everyone, sit down! (Big guys, please order first
"Master, help me! Woohoo!!!"
The boy Haotian came out from behind the three thousand saints with a swollen nose and face, ran to Hongjun, and cried loudly.
"I don't know where so many creatures came from. They broke in without knowing right or wrong and beat me up. You have to help me!"
Hongjun's face was gloomy. Looking at the creatures in Zixiao Palace, his aura suddenly burst out!
Lawless!
They simply don't take me seriously.
With a finger, the scars on Haotian's body disappeared completely.
Haotian stood beside Hongjun with grievance, looking at the saints in front of him with hatred, especially the ones who had just attacked him.
Boom!
The power of the saints, like the power of heaven and earth, suppressed the saints so much that they couldn't raise their heads.
Feeling the pressure of the saints again, facing the overwhelming power.
The saints looked at Hongjun with fanaticism.
Especially the six cushions where the six ancestors sat.
Hongjun was confused by the performance of these gods, and he didn't understand what was going on.
"As a god, you are like an uncivilized beast, only knowing how to fight and having no morals!"
"You can find my temple before the fate comes."
Hongjun immediately felt something was wrong.
How did these people find this place? !
As early as the first sermon, he deliberately concealed the location of Zixiao Palace and selected three thousand gods.
Forget about the witch clan, what's the matter with these monster clans and other innate gods appearing here? Especially their expressions.
Hongjun's eyes changed, and the power of the law flowed rapidly at the fingertips of his right hand.
A series of deduction powers permeated between his palms.
The sea of consciousness of the monster clans below was spied by Hongjun.
After he finished reading the sea of consciousness of these monster clans, his eyes became gloomy.
Some other gods leaked the secret in advance!
The things that the Honghuang gods could only know after the third sermon were revealed now.
Who is it! !
Hongjun was furious, and instinctively released all his pressure.
Puff! !
Bang, bang, bang! !
The pressure from the saint was too much for ordinary saints to bear.
Groups of blood mist appeared in Zixiao Palace.
"Saint!!!"
The demon emperor Jun's body was cracked, and he shouted with the innate spiritual treasure Hetu Luoshu on his head.
Donghuang Taiyi held the Donghuang Bell on his head to protect Bai Ze and other demons behind him.
Most of the other saints could not bear it and were pressed to the ground with blood gushing out.
Hongjun suddenly woke up and looked at the Zixiao Palace, which was originally full of immortal momentum. Under his saintly pressure, it turned into a sea of blood.
A large number of demons and saints below Daluo were either squeezed into blood mist or hid under defensive spiritual treasures and were seriously injured.
Sanqing, Nuwa, Twelve Ancestral Witches and some saints in the perfect state of Daluo Jinxian had cracks all over their bodies, and their Tao bodies almost collapsed!
Quickly putting away the power of the saint, a stream of immortal light emanated from Hongjun.
The wounds on all the saints disappeared in an instant.
The demons and saints who died in Zixiao Palace reappeared, standing there in a daze.
"Is this the saint?"
Resurrection from the dead!!
All the saints were moved from then on, and they forcibly suppressed their desire to snatch the cushion.
At this time, Taiqing Taoist, with the treasure of merit and virtue, Tiandi Xuanhuang Linglong Tower on his head, stepped forward with a gloomy face, "Teacher, the twelve ancestors suddenly appeared and snatched our seats. I hope the teacher will be fair!"
"I hope the teacher will be fair!!"
The 'class leader' Taiqing Taoist spoke, Yuqing Yuanshi, Shangqing Tongtian, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti all stood up and shouted at Hongjun.
The twelve ancestors were too arrogant and provoked many saints at once.
Hongjun didn't know when he turned into an indifferent expression, and slowly spoke, "The Three Pure Ones were transformed by Pangu's primordial spirit, and they were born with great merits; Nuwa has a special status; Jieyin and Zhunti have great responsibilities for the destruction of the western earth veins; the six cushions are what they deserve, and it's useless for you to snatch them."
Zhu Rong, the ancestor of witches, looked unconvinced, "We don't believe it! Speaking of great merits, we, the twelve ancestor witches, transformed by Pangu's blood essence, combed the earth veins of the prehistoric world, and we also have great merits!"
The remaining ancestor witches also echoed, and some sacred ones nodded frequently.
The Blood Sea and the Styx also shouted, "My Blood Sea is bitter and cold, accommodating the endless resentment and evil spirits of the prehistoric world; it also has great merits!"
"My demon clan is loved by heaven and earth, combing the prehistoric starry sky, and it also has great merits!"
"As the head of the male immortals, I, Dong Wanggong, am in charge of the prehistoric male immortals, and I also have great merits!"
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It's a mess!
It's a complete mess!
The original preaching holy place, Zixiao Palace, was noisy, like a vegetable market.
No one gave way to anyone else.
From time to time, there were saints shouting everywhere, stirring up the emotions of all the saints.
If Hongjun hadn't been sitting there, maybe they would have fought!
Who wants to miss the position of a saint?
Kunpeng stood up and looked at Hongjun with some fear, "Teacher, the seat of Jieying is originally mine. It was the Three Pure Ones and Zhunti who forced me to come down. The seat should belong to me!"
Kunpeng also fought hard for the sainthood.
"What a bullshit reason!" An unknown saint shouted in the corner, "Saints are partial. We also came from the prehistoric world and are also contributing to the prehistoric world. Why don't you let us sit!"
"Heaven is fair, and the sainthood should be fair competition!"
Hongjun looked over when he heard the voice and found that he could not find the saint who had just spoken.
Before he looked carefully, other saints were unwilling.
"Please have mercy on the saint!"
"Heaven is fair! Saints are fair!"
"This sainthood, fair competition."
Three thousand saints, including the later demons and some other saints, all shouted.
Three Pure Ones, Nuwa and other six people took a deep breath and suppressed their anger.
This is to snatch their sainthood!
Because the saint was there, and there were many great saints behind them, they couldn't do anything.
They couldn't even refute.
At the same time, they gnashed their teeth at the saint who spread rumors behind them.
This was like a cooked duck being snatched away, and they had to make another one to share with others. It was disgusting!
"Enough!"
Hongjun said angrily.
But he couldn't solve the situation in front of him casually.
Most of the prehistoric saints present had great luck.
If one of them was not solved well, the prehistoric luck that was collected with great difficulty might be lost by half!
Who on earth did it to force the prehistoric saint to force the saint!
Saints are also living beings, and they have seven emotions and six desires. Hongjun was very angry and forced to suppress his anger.
With a wave of his hand.
The somewhat crowded Zixiao Palace immediately became very spacious.
A large number of cushions that were exactly the same as the previous six fell to the ground.
Hongjun's tone was full of anger, and he said coldly, "Sit! Everyone sit!!!"
"But the way of heaven is hard to understand, and the law is hard to comprehend! Even if you have a cushion, it does not mean that you have the opportunity to become a saint!"
The seat is given to you. If you cannot become a saint in the future, then it is not my fault.
As he spoke, he tried his best to deduce, but found that he could not find the saint who spread the rumors at all.
"What a strong hiding ability, who is it!"
If he knew who it was, he would have to grind his bones to ashes.
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North Sea.
In the Chaos Pearl.
"This old guy is a tortoise, right? How can he endure?"
Yang Gui looked at the picture transmitted by the Qinglian clone with a strange expression, and admired Hongjun's endurance.
For the sake of Honghuang's luck, this old guy simply exerted his skill of nourishing qi to the extreme.
After the turtle tribe entered the prehistoric world and Yang Gui gave the turtle shell to his clone, Turtle One, the prehistoric turtle tribe had some ability to conceal the secrets of heaven.
With countless turtle tribes together, this power to conceal the secrets of heaven, coupled with the Chaos Pearl, subtly erased all traces of Yang Gui.
Even the traces of the turtle tribe were covered up.
"But after you talk about it, these prehistoric creatures know that they need spiritual treasures to cut corpses. How will you deal with it?"
There are a number of prehistoric spiritual treasures.
Especially the powerful innate spiritual treasures.
According to the legends of the previous life, some powerful innate spiritual treasures are all corresponding destined people.
Once they are robbed, they have a cause and effect with others.
But Yang Gui doesn't think so.
Since he robbed the gourd vine last time, he has already realized that the so-called destined person is just a rumor.
The reason why the spiritual treasure is called a spiritual treasure is because the treasure has spirits.
Instinctively choose the person with great luck, and echo and choose each other with his luck.
The spiritual treasure is owned by the virtuous.
What is virtue? A big fist is virtue!
After the way of advancing to the quasi-saint and beheading the three corpses spread, the innate spiritual treasures were the objects of competition among the great supernatural powers.
Yang Gui sent out one clone after another in the Chaos Pearl.
Wandering in the prehistoric land.
"The strong ones have all gone to the Zixiao Palace, so my Daluo clone will not be polite!"
"The five-sided flag, one seems to be in the Styx, and the other seems to be in the hands of the Queen Mother of the West; I hope they don't have it."
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Just when Hongjun was preaching for the second time.
A voice resounded through the sky in the prehistoric land.
"I, Guixuan, feel that the prehistoric creatures are ignorant, do not know the celestial immortals, do not know the Xuanxian, do not know the Jinxian, and do not understand the Taiyi and Daluo ways; today I will preach the ten thousand ways in the prehistoric land and open a prosperous era!"
Boom!
The void exploded.
Countless creatures instinctively looked up at the void.
A Taoist priest who was a billion miles tall, wearing green clothes, holding a heavenly mirror in his mouth, sitting cross-legged in the void.
Three huge golden wheels of merit floated behind his head, illuminating the vast world.
Sacred, vast, and solemn!
Invisible cause-and-effect laws are linked together from all directions of the prehistoric land, covering up the secrets of the prehistoric world.
This is the way that Yang Gui asked Guiyi to spread among the turtle clan.
Divination is a way that connects the cause and effect of heaven and earth.
Yang Gui uses the law of yin and yang as the foundation and the law of cause and effect as the chain.
The Five Emperors appeared in the prehistoric world of the five directions, sitting in the five directions and floating in the void.
Endless breath instantly penetrated the prehistoric world, golden light appeared, and lotus flowers bloomed.
"This is a congenital god with high morals and profound blessings!!"
"Spreading the way to billions of lives in the prehistoric world, great courage! Great mind!"
Billions of lives were touched, and the qi of heaven and earth was aroused.
Countless weak creatures in the prehistoric world were grateful after hearing the voice.
The sound spread in all directions.
The prehistoric world was shaken.
Chains of laws danced on the Taoist, and the innate spiritual energy was agitated, changing into impermanence.
The spirits descended, and the sky was full of rosy clouds.
Hearing the countless spirits in the bottom of the prehistoric world shaking their heads, they suddenly realized.
Flowers, plants, and trees gave birth to spiritual consciousness, and the spirits of heaven and earth took shape.
Roads that were completely different from the immortal path came out of the mouth of the Taoist in the void.
Countless creatures found their own direction in these countless roads and were very excited.
This lecture lasted for 12,960 years.
"This is the way of this seat. From now on, you need to perfect the road yourself."
After that.
The figure of the Taoist disappeared in the void.
"Spreading thousands of ways to the prehistoric land and saving billions of weak creatures, this is the ancestor of thousands of ways!"
"Compassion for the world is the ancestor of Taoism!"
The turtle clan dragon master Guiyi looked up at the void, looked at the place where Yang Gui disappeared, shouted loudly, and bowed to see him off.
"The Taoist is merciful, we bid farewell to him!"
All the spirits in the prehistoric world were disappointed and shouted, "We bid farewell to him!"
Thank you, big brothers!