Chapter 52: There Are Futons Everywhere, Sit Down! Everyone, Sit Down! (Big Guys, Please Be the First to Order!)

"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 law of fate arrives."

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 the pressure from his body.

Puff! !

Bang, bang, bang! !

The pressure from the whole body of the saint was simply unbearable for ordinary saints.

Groups of blood mist appeared in Zixiao Palace.

"Saint!!!"

The demon emperor Jun's body was cracked, and he shouted shrilly 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 the pressure of his saint, 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 the 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.

All the injuries on 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, Taoist Taiqing, 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' Taoist Taiqing spoke, and 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 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."

The ancestor witch Zhurong 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, the King of the East, am in charge of the prehistoric male immortals, and I also have great merits!"

"······"

It's a mess!

It's completely a 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!"

For the position of a saint, Kunpeng also fought hard.

"What a bullshit reason!" An unknown saint shouted in the corner, "Saints are biased. We also came from the prehistoric world and are also contributing to the prehistoric world. Why don't you let us sit!"

"The way of heaven is fair, and the position of a saint 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 could look for it carefully, the other gods were unwilling.

"Please have mercy on the saint!"

"Heaven is fair! Saints are fair!"

"This holy position, fair competition."

Three thousand saints, including the demon clan and other saints later, all shouted.

Sanqing, Nuwa and the other six people took a deep breath and suppressed their anger.

This is to rob them of their status as saints!

Due to the presence of the saint and the large number of Daluo saints who were similar to themselves behind him, it was difficult for them to take action.

Can't even refute.

At the same time, he gnashed his teeth with hatred towards the person who was spreading rumors behind him.

This is equivalent to having your cooked duck robbed, and you have to make another one to share with others. It’s absolutely disgusting!

"enough!"

Hongjun's words were angry.

But he couldn't deal with the situation in front of him casually.

Most of the prehistoric saints present are blessed with great luck.

If one solution is not done well, most of the great fortune that was finally collected may be lost!

Coercing the ancient saints to persecute the saints, who did this?

Saints are also living beings, and they also have seven emotions and six desires. Hongjun was very angry and suppressed his anger.

A wave of his hand.

The somewhat crowded Zixiao Palace immediately became very spacious.

A large number of futons that were exactly the same as the previous six fell on the ground.

Hongjun's tone was full of anger and he said coldly, "Sit down! Sit down!!!"

"But the way of heaven is difficult to understand, and the laws are difficult to understand! Even if you have a futon, 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, you will not be able to blame me.

As he spoke, he tried his best to deduce, but found that he could not find the god who spread the rumors at all.

"Such a powerful concealment ability, who is it?"

If he knew who it was, he would be crushed to death.

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North Sea.

Inside the Chaos Bead.

"This old boy is the tortoise, right? Is he so tolerant?"

Yang Gui looked at the scene coming in from Qinglian's clone with a strange expression, and admired Hongjun's endurance.

For the sake of great luck, this old boy has put his Qi-nurturing efforts to the extreme.

The Turtle Clan entered the prehistoric era, and after Yang Gui handed over the turtle shell to the clone Gui Yi, the Turtle Clan of the Prehistoric World had some ability to conceal the secrets of heaven.

Countless turtle clans combined together, this power of concealing the secrets of heaven, coupled with the chaos beads, subtly erased all traces of Yang Gui.

Even the traces of the Turtle Clan were covered up.

"But after your second lecture, this primitive creature knows that killing corpses requires spiritual treasures. How should you deal with it?"

There are countless ancient spiritual treasures.

Especially the powerful innate spiritual treasure.

Some powerful innate spiritual treasures, according to the legends of previous lives, are destined to correspond to them.

Once it is robbed, it means it has a causal relationship with others.

But Yang Gui doesn't think so.

From the last time he snatched the gourd vine, he had realized that the so-called destined person was just a rumor.

The reason why Lingbao is called Lingbao is because the treasure has a spirit.

Those who instinctively choose great luck will echo and make choices with their own luck.

Lingbao, where the virtuous live.

What is virtuous? A big fist is virtue!

After the advanced quasi-sage method of killing three corpses was spread, innate spiritual treasures were the object of competition for those with great supernatural powers.

Yang Gui sent out one clone after another in the Chaos Orb.

Wandering in the wild land.

"All the powerful people have gone to Zixiao Palace, so I, the Daluo clone, will be welcome!"

"Of those five flags, one seems to be at the River Styx, and the other seems to be in the hands of the Queen Mother of the West; I hope they are not holding them."

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Just when Hongjun gave his second sermon.

A voice from the ancient land resounded through the sky.

"I, Gui Xuan, feel that the creatures in the ancient world are ignorant and do not know the heavenly immortals, mysterious immortals, and golden immortals, let alone the Tao of Taiyi and Daluo. Today, I will teach you all the ways in the ancient world and bring prosperity to the world!"

boom!

The void exploded.

Countless creatures instinctively looked up into the void.

A Taoist who is hundreds of millions of miles tall, wearing green clothes, holding a heavenly book in his mouth, sitting cross-legged in the void.

There are three huge golden wheels of merit suspended behind the figure's head, shining brightly all over the world.

Sacred, vast, solemn!

Invisible laws of cause and effect are connected from all directions on the ancient land, covering up the secrets of the ancient world.

This is what Yang Gui asked Guiyi to spread among the Gui clan before.

Divination, connecting the cause and effect of heaven and earth.

Yang Gui takes the law of Yin and Yang as the foundation, and the law of cause and effect as the chain.

The great emperors of the five directions appeared in the five directions of the ancient world, sitting in the five directions, suspended in the void.

Endless breath instantly penetrates the ancient world, golden light appears, and lotus flowers bloom.

"This is an innate saint with profound morals and profound merit!!"

"Preach the truth to hundreds of millions of living beings in the ancient world, with great courage! Big heart!"

Billions of living beings feel it in their hearts, activating the energy of heaven and earth.

Countless weak creatures in the ancient world burst into tears of gratitude after hearing the voice.

The sound spreads in all directions.

The ancient world was shaken.

Chains of laws dance on the Taoist body, and the innate spiritual energy surges and changes.

The spirit falls in the open air, and the sky is filled with rays of light.

Hearing all the spirits at the bottom of the ancient world shake their heads, they all had an epiphany.

Flowers, grass and trees give birth to spiritual consciousness, and the spirits of heaven and earth emerge in form.

Paths that are very different from the immortal path are spit out from the mouth of the Taoist in the void.

Countless creatures, in these countless roads, found their own direction, and were very excited.

This lecture lasted for 12,960 years.

"This is the way of this seat. From now on, the road needs to be perfected by you."

After that.

The figure of the Taoist disappeared in the void.

"Spreading the ten thousand ways to the prehistoric land, saving hundreds of millions of weak creatures, this is the ancestor of ten thousand ways!"

"Compassion for the world, this 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 ancestor of Taoism is kind, send him off respectfully!"

The prehistoric spirits were lost, and shouted, "Send him off respectfully!"

Thank you, big brothers!