Chapter 81

In the Chaotic Zixiao Palace, all the saints gathered together to discuss the matter of conferring gods again.

It's just that only the two sages of the West and the four sages including Yuanshi Tianzun and Laozi were present.

Empress Nuwa suddenly lost contact for some reason.

On the futon that originally belonged to the leader of Tongtian, now there is an old man with a childlike face and a hefty hair.

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned. Although he didn't want to see Master Tongtian, he didn't want to see other people.

Seeing a guy of unknown origin occupy the position of Master Tongtian, his face was full of displeasure.

But the reason why he was able to sit here must be the instruction of ancestor Hongjun, and Yuanshi Tianzun didn't say anything.

On the other hand, Lao Tzu saw some clues, and felt that the identity of this old man with no mana fluctuations all over his body must be extraordinary.

Although he was sitting next to everyone, he gave people the illusion that the world was so close.

It makes people feel that there are countless layers of space between them.

The eyes of the Second Saint of the West were a little shocked when they saw the old man. After all, the main battlefield of the war between Taoism and demons was in the Western world.

Ancestor Yangmei and Ancestor Hongjun are both Chaos Three Thousand Gods and Demons, so it seems reasonable to appear here.

It's just that the expression on his face was a little unnatural, as if he was not so convinced.

Taoist Jieyin and Taoist Zhunti looked at each other, I'm afraid things are definitely not that simple.

Ancestor Hongjun sat on the top with a gloomy expression. Although Ye Changqing was dead, Jujiao was still a thorn in his side.

His funeral was so grand that everyone in the prehistoric world knew about it.

Today's prehistoric world appears to be calm on the surface, but in fact it is undercurrents.

Originally, the Jujiao where Wanxian came to court became more popular because of Ye Changqing's funeral.

It is no exaggeration to say that the souls who want to join the Jiejiao can be lined up from the western world to the shore of the East China Sea.

The world only knows that there are cut-off teachings but not that there are human teachings, interpretation teachings, and Western teachings.

Yuanshi Tianzun originally thought that after Ye Changqing's death, Chanjiao would be able to overwhelm Jiejiao, but now that he thinks about it, he made the wrong payment.

The two sages of the West want the prosperity of the Western world with all their heart, but they will never die, and the Western religion will never see the light of day.

It's all the blame on that damned Ye Changqing, who doesn't let people live in peace after death!
What was even more frightening was that the strength of those characters who appeared at his funeral was completely unpredictable.

Thinking of that Time Sovereign, Ancestor Hongjun still feels chills down his spine.

He was trapped at the time of the creation of the world, and he was hacked by Pangu God countless times.

Yuanshi Tianzun also felt a burning pain on his face, which was the most humiliating time since he took shape.

And he has no power to resist...

There are also those Primordial Protoss who are entangled in purple qi, and a ray of breath can destroy the prehistoric world.

These heavenly sages, their primordial spirits entrust the heavenly way to bind with the prehistoric world.

Once the prehistoric world is destroyed, they will also be implicated tragically.

There are also Ye Changqing's three thousand disciples, each of whom has the strength of an elite Da Luo Jinxian.

Especially the Willow God, the Ruthless Empress, and the Huangtian Emperor, it is by no means impossible to become holy in time.

Thinking that there might be many more saints or quasi-sages in Jiejiao in the future, Yuanshi Tianzun only felt a little tingling in his scalp.

Fortunately, those scary guys just appeared in a flash, and left after Ye Changqing's funeral.

But they are not sure whether the leader of Tongtian is still in contact with it.

Therefore, before the Conferred God Quantity Tribulation is set off, they must investigate this matter clearly.

After all, they didn't want to make any trouble during the Conferred God War.

Ancestor Yang Mei sat on the futon with a strange light in his eyes.

He has been away from the prehistoric world for countless years, but he did not expect such a character to appear.

It's just that Ye Changqing died, which made him feel a little sorry.

But he also understood the risks involved, and understood the intentions of Patriarch Hongjun.

To put it bluntly, he is just like the ancestors of Yinyang, Qiankun, and Wuxing who were used by ancestor Hongjun back then, he is a living tool man.

Even if something goes wrong, he can completely attribute the mistake to himself.

You can even activate the Sunshine Pill to kill yourself in an instant, and there will be no proof!
The ancestor Yangmei's complexion became more and more ugly, and he gradually began to gnash his teeth.

He had to leave the prehistoric world early in order to avoid the persecution of heaven.

I didn't expect that today I still didn't escape the catastrophe, and became a tool to take the blame for the thunder.

The way of heaven is really good at calculating!
But others had to bow their heads under the eaves, and could only smash their teeth and swallow them in their stomachs.

"What do you want me to do?"

He took a deep breath and asked Ancestor Hongjun above.

If his request is too outrageous, Yangmei Patriarch would rather choose to die suddenly on the spot.

Boom!

The prehistoric world trembled, and a gap in the void opened in the chaos.

The ancestor Yangmei glanced at the few people behind him, and dived into it.

Ye Changqing was buried into the void, and the creatures of the eternal world led the coffin for Kowloon.

His purpose this time is to follow Jiulong to the eternal world and find out what kind of world it is.

Although there is danger hidden in the void, it is nothing to him as a saint.

It's just that the void world is boundless, and the emptiness makes it difficult to distinguish the north, south, east, and west, and it is easy to get lost here.

Only Patriarch Yangmei, who has cultivated the laws of space to the extreme, is capable of this task.

Only he can find the way back to the prehistoric world from many spaces after completing the task.

"Eternal World?"

"interesting!"

The ancestor Yangmei muttered something to himself, and his figure disappeared in place.

With one step, he covered a distance of billions of miles. At this speed, he believed that he would catch up with that guy named Ye Changqing in a short time.

He really wanted to meet this young man who interested him a lot.

Roar!
There was a sound of dragon chant in the distance, which shocked Patriarch Yangmei's heart.

There is no concept of time in this eternal void, and he has no idea how long he has been chasing.

one day?
a month?

Or even 100 years?

But Huangtian paid off, and finally let him catch up with Ye Changqing.

In the void, nine dragons winding hundreds of millions of miles long pulled a huge bronze coffin, as if dragging a world.

On the way ahead of them, a wide road leads to the direction of the eternal world.

On both sides of the road, phantoms knelt down on the ground, looking at the coffin devoutly, their eyes were extremely hot.

In it was buried their King, Lord of the Eternal World.

"go back!"

"This is not the place you should be!"

A cold voice sounded in the ears of the ancestor Yangmei who was hiding his breath.

Before he could take another look at the coffin, he was slapped and flew away.

Click!

His body seemed to have bumped into something, directly shattering countless spaces and smashing into the depths of chaos.

He only had time to glance at it, and it was this glimpse that became the most indelible memory in his life.

(End of this chapter)

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