Chapter 85 Fighting for the Throne!

In Zixiao Palace, all you see are boundless laws.

Just walking into Zixiao Palace gives you a sense of enlightenment.

Such a large number of laws is something that countless great powers have never seen before.

Everyone has laws, and everyone knows more or less about the three thousand laws.

This is the symbol of a Daluo Jinxian.

But who can master the three thousand perfect laws?

Answer: Hongjun.

Because at this moment, so many perfect laws have been placed in front of countless great powers.

I don’t know if there are three thousand, but there are a lot.

At least one Daluo Jinxian is comprehending here. If you want to comprehend them all, you may have to comprehend them for an infinite number of kalpas.

Sanqing and others are the fastest, after all, they are the first to enter the door, so they sit directly in the three leading positions.

"Hiss." Fuxi took a breath and said to Baichuan:

"Fellow Daoist Baichuan, there is a mystery here."

"What mystery can there be?" Baichuan chuckled, then sat directly behind Yuanshi, and pulled Bai Ze to sit behind Laozi:

"No mystery, the front row is just closer to the teacher."

Fuxi nodded when he heard this, and kept calculating in his mind, and his hands were not idle yet, pushing Nuwa to the position next to Tongtian, and then sitting next to Baichuan.

Hongjun: "..."

I arranged it for you, don't you want to sit? Is it not obvious enough for me to arrange it?

Hongjun, who had been paying attention, did not interrupt, and said that he would talk about it after everyone sat down later.

Then, a green figure quickly sat on the sixth cushion, entering the Zixiao Palace after Hongyun and the others, but a few points faster than the two.

Why not sit on the fifth?

Kunpeng didn't know why, but he always felt that it was better not to get close to Nuwa and her gang.

Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi were also fast. Seeing that five of the six people in the front row had already taken their seats, Zhenyuanzi pushed Hongyun up.

There must be a reason for the saint to arrange this way!

Seeing this, the countless powerful people behind him immediately felt that they might have lost an opportunity. The six seats at the front might be very useful.

The powerful people took their seats one after another. Dijun, Taiyi, Minghe and others all sat in the second row. If there were no seats in the first row, there should be seats in the second row.

After a long time, the powerful people took their seats one after another, but there was an empty seat in the second row...

The main reason was that no one dared to sit in the seat on the left side of Minghe. Minghe was full of murderous aura and was not someone who was easy to provoke.

As for the right side... it was Taiyi, who was not afraid.

"Junior Brother Baichuan, why don't you sit in the front row? There is obviously an opportunity in the front row." Yuanshi's voice transmission sounded in Baichuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

"There is not much difference between the front and the back. I am already the teacher's disciple and I am satisfied." Baichuan smiled and replied in voice transmission.

"Good." Yuanshi replied: "If you feel that your heart is not satisfied, remember to tell me and I will change seats with you."

"Thank you, Brother Yuanshi. If this is true, I will not refuse."

At this moment, an old Taoist in a gray Taoist robe walked to the second row, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Kong Xuan and said:

"You, give me a seat!"

Kong Xuan looked up at him, then showed a mouthful of white teeth, and directly offered the Mountain and River State Map: "Daoist friend, do you want to fight in the chaos?"

The old Taoist in the gray robe: "..."

Looking at the entire Zixiao Palace, there are only three Taiyi Jinxian.

The best innate spiritual treasure is not to be provoked, so the old Taoist turned his eyes to Jin Peng:

"You! Give me a seat!"

Jin Peng blinked, then laughed twice, and directly sacrificed the Fuxi Qin:

"Daoyou want to fight in the chaos? My brother and I really want to fight."

The old Taoist in gray robe: "..."

It's bad, we have run into a quarrel, these two are brothers.

After hesitating for a moment, the old Taoist in gray robe set his sights on Su Shiliu, who might be the easiest to bully.

Well, a woman, looks weak, has perfect Taiyi cultivation, and is a fox clan, this is okay.

Su Shiliu looked at the old Taoist in gray robe walking towards him and was slightly displeased, but... with the Kunlun Mirror, he felt at ease, the sense of security of the best innate spiritual treasure was really full.

The old Taoist in gray robe walked up to Su Shiliu and said:

"You, give me..."

Before the old Taoist in gray robe finished speaking, he was interrupted by a voice:

"Old coffin, I give you face?"

Nuwa's voice was so loud that it could be heard throughout the Zixiao Palace.

Nuwa looked cold and looked at the old Taoist in gray robe with a pair of cold eyes.

Not only that, Baichuan even stood the truth beside him, and a purple light flashed in Fuxi's palm.

Hou Tu blinked, not knowing what to do, and directly released the pressure from the turbid air of the ancestor witch.

Ran Deng: "..."

"Fellow Taoists, misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Ran Deng's mouth twitched, and he sat directly on the empty space between every two cushions in the third row:

"What I want to say is, listen to me carefully, and ask me if you don't understand."

Baichuan looked at Su Shiliu, gave him a reassuring look, and then smiled at Ran Deng:

"Fellow Daoist is really a kind person. Why don't you tell me? I don't know whether coffin cultivation relies on evil spirit or dead spirit. Why don't you show me?"

Of course, coffin cultivation also relies on spiritual energy.

Randeng looked embarrassed and smiled stiffly:

"Fellow Daoist is really high in the realm of Dao. I can't do it."

"Then shut up." Nuwa said coldly:

"Otherwise, we will have a fight after leaving Zixiao Palace."

Randeng saw this and lowered his head directly.

I can't afford to offend you. I should have come earlier. Otherwise, I wouldn't have even gotten a cushion.

Randeng had just arrived, so he naturally didn't know what happened at the door.

But at this time... everyone was laughing at him.

This was really fun.

"The Zixiao Road is Difficult! Alas!"

A loud cry sounded at the door of Zixiao Palace, and everyone looked back when they heard the sound.

Only two Taoists, one fat and one thin, were standing at the door.

The fat one was crying loudly, while the thin one was comforting him with a painful face.

Jie Yin, Zhunti...

"Brother! We are suffering!" Zhunti knelt on the ground, looking up to the sky and crying, tears streaming down:

"We were on our way to the Sanyuan meeting, but we didn't even get a seat! How painful! How painful!"

"Brother." Jie Yin hugged Zhunti, his face was extremely painful:

"No matter how hard it is for us, it is worth it, just to listen to the great way of the saints and revive our Western Paradise!"

"Woo woo woo woo!" Zhunti covered his face and knelt on the ground:

"Brother! We don't even have a seat to listen to the great way of the saints, how can we listen to the great way of the saints, and how can we talk about reviving our Western Paradise! Hateful, hateful! That demon Luohou abused our Western Paradise.

Now that the two brothers have no favor, it is really miserable!"

Everyone just watched the two crying, no one stepped forward to stop them or anything.

After the incident of Randeng grabbing a seat, everyone felt that the seat under their buttocks was particularly important.

Give it up? Impossible!

Just as the two were crying, a dark yellow light condensed in front of the last row.

But it was... two cushions!

Zhunti: "..."

Jieyin: "..."

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