The deity of the prehistoric arrives

Chapter 169 Discussion, go to Zixiao Palace!
Tens of thousands of years passed in a blink of an eye. In the early stage of Hongjun's preaching, even the battles in the prehistoric world were much less.

Great gods from all walks of life in Honghuang are all preparing to go to the Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon. Although they look down on the character of the ancestor Hongjun in their hearts, they will not miss a saint's sermon.

Hongjun becomes a saint, Zixiao speaks!
After the first tribulation of the Longhan Dynasty, due to the prohibition of heaven, hundreds of millions of living beings in the prehistoric period could not make any progress after the Daluo Jinxian.

Especially those innate gods, they have their own way to inherit, and they know that there is a higher realm after Da Luo, but no matter how they practice, they can't break through, and they have stopped at the peak of Da Luo Jinxian for hundreds of millions of years.

Except that Houtu broke through the Hunyuan Golden Immortal with the help of Taiyuan, and some of them did not keep up with the last time Taiyuan preached.

One can imagine the distress in his heart, if these people were not all blessed with deep destiny and firm Taoism, their Taoism would be broken and demons would be born.

Among the witch clan, the ancestor witch hall was in a mess, arguing about whether to go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon.

Except for the ancestral witch and the queen, everyone else thinks that the inheritance given to them by the father god Pangu is supreme, and there is no need to listen to the Taoist Niaoshizi Dao.

With Pan Wu's guidance from time to time, they didn't care about the preaching of the ancestor Hongjun at all, sitting there and listening, how could they be as refreshing as punching to the flesh!
Since the last time they felt the pressure from Patriarch Hongjun, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had an instinctive rejection of him, and the last time Houtu Xuanming and the two of them almost killed Dijun Taiyi.

And he rescued a few people by coincidence, if it wasn't for Pan Wu's sigh of relief, they would have to go to Zixiao Palace together.

"This time Zixiao Palace is preaching, everyone can do what they want, and I don't force it, but you can go to Houtu, and remember that there are some things that must be fought."

Pan Wu lightly dialed a sentence, although he may not necessarily become a saint of heaven, but each holy position represents a certain amount of luck.

This time Sanqing Daoist’s futon was decided by default, but the other three had their own means. Since the Karma Demon God left, Zhunti and Jieying were equivalent to two abandoned children.

Even Patriarch Hongjun didn't give them much help, as long as they ensured that they would not die, they agreed to the conditions of the Karma Demon God, among which they only guaranteed that they would not perish.

"Is there any meaning in the sermon this time?" Hearing Pan Wu's words, Houtu asked curiously.

However, Pan Wu didn't say it directly, but just had a mysterious smile on his face. Pan Wu didn't plan to go to Zixiao Palace to preach this time.

He intends to travel to the prehistoric, and he must know that there are still many chances and fortunes in the prehistoric, and when the time comes, all the great gods will go to Zixiao Palace, and he can sweep it again.

"You will know when the time comes. As for if you don't go, just build something according to this."

After a light explanation.Pan Wu directly manifested a blueprint and distributed it to the other ancestral witches. This was drawn by Pan Wu according to the eighteen levels of hell in his memory.

Although they don't like to use spirit treasures, the witchcraft they make may not be as good as others, but in terms of hardness, they are not much worse.

Although he could refine it himself, Pan Wu took great pains in order to contrive some merits for them.

"Pan Wu, I don't know what's the use of building this one, I don't think it's useful?"

After seeing what Pan Wu took out, Gong Gong punched himself on the head, and said in a somewhat gruff voice.

He really couldn't figure it out, why should they build this by themselves?
"Don't worry about it so much. Since Brother Panwu said to build it, let's build it. It's just a few thousand years, and it won't take long."

Hearing Gong Gong's words, before Pan Wu could speak, Zhu Rong, who was next to him, slapped him on the head and said loudly.

The other ancestral witches also nodded in agreement. For them, as long as they are not allowed to go to Zixiao Palace to listen to sermons, these are trivial matters.

"Since Brother Panwu has a plan, we will do our best to support it, and we will take care of it. Don't worry, Brother Panwu."

In the end, it was Zhu Jiuyin who stood up and said that, as the think tank of the Wu Clan, he was quite supportive of what Pan Wu had done.

Although the others were a little puzzled, they nodded in agreement.

After everyone finished discussing, they all prepared their own affairs, and Houtubian rushed directly to Chaos Zixiao Palace 33 days away.

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When Houtu set off, the Taoists of Sanqing on Kunlun Mountain gathered together, their faces were as pale as snow, and they looked like they had just recovered from their injuries.

Since the last time Panwu used the pangu banner's chaotic sword energy to spread, the three of them were sent back to Kunlun Mountain by ancestor Hongjun, and began retreating to heal their injuries. Now it will take ten thousand years to recover from their injuries.

"I don't know who was the one who attacked us last time. Pindao will definitely not let him go!"

Thinking of the last time I was injured, I didn't even know who was beaten, Yuan felt aggrieved, and at the same time was shocked by the cultivation level of the person who hurt them secretly.

Across layers of space, and in front of his teacher, he seriously injured himself a few times, which shows how high his cultivation is.

Although he planned to take revenge in his heart, he didn't plan to go right away, but chose to listen to the sermon.

"Second brother is right, if you don't avenge this revenge, I will never let it go!" After hearing this, Tongtian next to him rarely agreed with Yuanyuan.

And for the breath of the person who shot last time, they felt instinctive rejection, as if there was some deep hatred.

"Okay, let's rush to the 33 days away as soon as possible to occupy the position."

The Taishang interrupted the conversation between the two of them, and not long after they left the customs, Patriarch Hongjun directly asked the three of them to go to Zixiao Palace as soon as possible.

And directly told them the importance of the six futons, although those Fenghuo futons and so on were taken by Tianyao.

However, the ancestor Hongjun personally borrowed the power of heaven to refine a few futons. Although not as powerful as the original ones, it was impossible for her to add the Tao rhyme of good luck to the jade plate.

For these Daluo Jinxians, they are even more rare treasures. In order not to cause any accidents, he let Taoist Sanqing understand the importance of futons and not to give them up easily.

Taishang's words made the two of them stop talking, they looked at each other, their figures turned into light, and rushed towards Zixiao Palace.

At the same time, Zhunti, the western duo recovering from their wounds, and Emperor Jun Taiyi and the others rushed towards Zixiao Palace under the protection of the Xiantian Lingbao even if their injuries had not recovered.

Because they know that this sermon is their only chance to stand up, so no one will choose to miss it.

In the sea of ​​blood, Ming He also rushed to the top of Buzhou Mountain. He recovered much faster than the others. With the resources of the sea of ​​blood, not to mention that he was only slightly injured.

In Abbot's Island, Duke Dong took the monks who had reached Daluo Jinxian with his men, and rushed there 33 days away. The journey was mighty and mighty, causing passers-by to look sideways.

Because he discovered the Penglai Immortal Island last time, but after seeing the power caused by the battle of the crowd, he changed his mind and gave up on the Penglai Immortal Island directly, but did not suffer any harm.

After returning to his dojo, he had subdued many creatures, and only then did he have a bright future ahead of him. Now he is quite satisfied.

It can be said that there are gains and losses, and every drink and peck is the number of days!

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