Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 75 The Call of the Red Gourd
The vast chaos, boundless, regardless of upper and lower, Zhang Yang sacrificed the best innate spiritual treasure, the White Lotus, and put it on the top of his head, took a deep breath, and stepped into the chaos.

boom!
A boundless pressure pressed on Zhang Yang's Jingshi Bailian, like a huge mountain, Jingshi Bailian kept trembling, Zhang Yang felt his body suddenly sank, his feet dropped a little, he was shocked, and quickly used the exercises to resist Under the pressure of the whole body, the rolling mana was poured into the white lotus of the world, and the white lotus gradually stabilized.

Zhang Yang also heaved a sigh of relief, but the mana of his body was consumed very quickly. Looking up at the direction pointed by the black light belt, Zhang Yang didn't dare to neglect, and walked forward.

As soon as he took a step, Zhang Yang felt as if there were a hundred catties of shot put on his feet. It was extremely difficult to move, and at the same time it consumed a lot of mana. He finally understood why when he first came, he saw others walking slowly in the chaos. It's no wonder that the pressure can go fast!

After walking hundreds of meters, Zhang Yang felt that only [-]% of his mana was left, and his forehead began to sweat. He raised his head and looked forward, but the front was still gray.

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Yang stared at the pressure all over his body. He still walked forward and walked a few hundred meters again. His mana had been exhausted. Zhang Yang looked up again, and the front was still dark, with Zixiao Palace nowhere to be seen.

"How far is it?"

Zhang Yang's face was pale and ugly. When he came here, he had no way out even if he wanted to retreat. He gritted his teeth and could only walk forward. Zhang Yang had no choice but to take out a sprig of spiritual grass and stuff it directly into his mouth. Xuangong was refined into mana, some mana was recovered, and Zhang Yang stepped forward.

In this way, Zhang Yang took out the innate spiritual grass or spiritual root while walking, regardless of whether it was precious or not, his life was the most important thing, and he directly used the Xuangong to refine it into mana. Knowing how many treasures of heaven and earth have been refined, Zhang Yang finally saw a huge and simple palace, vaguely located in the chaos, far away, Zhang Yang felt a simple and vast, mysterious and mysterious atmosphere.

Seeing the target, Zhang Yang was aroused, and his whole body became motivated. He took out a few spiritual roots again and refined them into rolling mana. Under the tremendous pressure, Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and rushed to the entrance of the hall in one breath.

The quaint hall is full of traces of time, as if it has gone through endless years. Before entering the gate, Zhang Yang feels majestic, vast, vast, and mysterious. In the center of the hall, there are three quaint divine patterns: Zixiao Palace.

finally reached.

Looking at the three divine patterns in the main hall, Zhang Yang finally let out a sigh of relief in his heart. Chaos is really not a place for people to stay. The gate of Zixiao Palace is open. Zhang Yang walks into the main hall with a smile on his face.

Walking into the gate, Zhang Yang could only feel the brightness in front of his eyes, as if it was as big as a playground. The roof was a few feet high from the ground, and it looked very empty. There were dense crowds sitting cross-legged in the hall, about 2000 people. In front of them was a nine-story high platform. , there is an old futon in the center on the steps.

Under the nine-storey high platform, in front of everyone, there were six people sitting, five men and one woman. Unfortunately, only the backs could be seen. , and two bald heads.

Zhang Yang thought, this is the legendary Six Sages, the girl must be Nvwa, the white-headed old man should be Lao Tzu Li Er, the two young people should be Yuan Yuan and Tong Tian, ​​and the bald heads are easy to recognize, they are Zhun Ti and Jie Yin.

Zhang Yang looked behind the Six Saints again, and there were two of them who were wearing yellow robes, and their breath was like a sea, exuding the breath of the hot sun from the three of them. Zhang Yang also guessed that they were the only two in the prehistoric world. There are Jinwu, Taiyi and Dijun.

Looking next to Di Jun, one was wearing a big red robe, carrying a scarlet gourd, sitting with a Taoist priest in khaki, it was Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi.See the red gourd.

Zhang Yang suddenly felt an inexplicable calling, as if a child who had left home was calling for his mother, it was so strong and clear, that strong calling came from the red gourd behind Hong Yun.

"not good!"

Zhang Yang's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately began to use his profound kung fu, suppressing the call in his heart, and hurriedly found a random place to sit cross-legged, closed his eyes and recited the Heart Sutra silently.

Now take back the gourd, Zhang Yang is not that capable, Hong Yun is Da Luo's late stage cultivation, Zhang Yang can't even stand up to him, let alone here in Zixiao Palace, if you do it yourself, everything will be leaked, it is the good old Hong Yun who let it go myself, but what about others?
Will Nüwa do it?

Sanqinghui?

Will Emperor Taiyi know it?

Not to mention Sanqing Nuwa, even Taiyi Dijun will not let him go, Zhang Yang has killed many people in Tiangong, and even married Dijun for women, no matter what, Taiyi and Dijun will not let him go, What's more, there is a Taoist ancestor...
Suddenly, Zhang Yang felt that he didn't come here to seek opportunities, but entered the wolf's den, a group of wolves with sharp claws, waiting for him to get in. Cold sweat began to break out on Zhang Yang's back, and he secretly regretted that he should not have come to Zi Xiaogong.

At this time, the scarlet gourd behind Hong Yun suddenly vibrated and flew up automatically, trying to get out of Hong Yun's control, Hong Yun turned pale with shock, stood up suddenly, and looked around.

The Nine-Nine Scattering Soul Gourd is a spirit treasure that Hong Yun has practiced for countless years. He knows best what happened. Even though Zhang Yang was sitting behind the crowd, he still saw it at a glance. He frowned. Hong Yun stared at Zhang Yang and found out After a long time, he didn't know Zhang Yang, and what surprised him even more was that Zhang Yang, a monk in the late stage of Taiyi Immortal, entered Zixiao Palace.

If you want to enter the Zixiao Palace to listen to the Tao, you must pass through the chaos outside. Not everyone can enter the chaos. You must have the cultivation base of Da Luoxian and the protection of the innate spiritual treasure. How did a Taiyi Immortal come in?This made Hong Yun puzzled.

Also, Jiujiu Scattered Soul Gourd suddenly felt an inexplicable call, as if he wanted to leave him, which made Hong Yun also unable to understand. Ever since Bu Zhoushan got this red gourd, he has sacrificed it for countless years, and he has long been in harmony with him. One, never leave the body at all, how could there be an inexplicable call.

If you want to be summoned, you must sacrifice, and only after the sacrifice, can the owner summon, but only Hongyun himself has sacrificed the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd, and no one else has touched it, even his friend Zhen Yuanzi. No, Hong Yun couldn't figure out why this summon came from a little Taiyi Immortal.

"What happened to Hongyun?"

Zhen Yuanzi, who was sitting next to him, saw him standing up suddenly with a tense expression on his face, thinking that there was something important, so he also stood up and asked with concern.

"Find someone interesting!"

Hong Yun smiled slightly at his friend, but did not loosen his brows. He pointed at Zhang Yang and said, "Do you think a little Taiyi Xian can come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon? Do you think it's interesting?"

"Why did Immortal Taiyi come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon?"

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes widened and he exclaimed, his voice became several times louder in an instant, alarming many people around him.

Many people whispered to each other and pointed at Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun. Even Tongtian, Nuwa, Zhunti, and Jieyin who were sitting in the front row all turned their heads to look at Zhen Yuanzi, and then shook their heads. , obviously don't believe it either.

"Zhen Yuanzi, can Immortal Taiyi come to Zixiao Palace? That's not how cowhide is boasted!" Donghuang Taiyi who was beside him looked at Zhen Yuanzi and mocked.

"That's right, Zhen Yuanzi, you don't have to do this if you want to show off to everyone!" Di Jun beside him also chimed in.

Just kidding, how could Immortal Taiyi enter Zixiao Palace?Everyone has witnessed a lot of bloody facts. When Zixiao Palace first gave a lecture, many Taiyi immortals tried to cross the chaos, but they all died in the chaos.

Facing Taiyi Dijun's ridicule, Zhen Yuanzi showed embarrassment. Obviously he didn't believe Hong Yun's words, so he quickly pulled Hong Yun to sit down again. This was just a small episode before the sermon, but Hong Yun paid attention to making public.

Although Zhang Yang was sitting, he paid attention to every move outside. He felt that Hong Yun was staring at him. Zhang Yang felt as if his hair was blown all over his body. Then he heard Zhen Yuanzi exclaimed, and his whole heart was raised in his throat, praying secretly Don't go past Hongyun.

Fortunately, no one believed what Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun said, which reassured Zhang Yang a lot, otherwise Zhang Yang would become the center of attention, and he was really afraid that a group of people would arrest him for research. It's not a group of great gods' opponents, especially Sanqing, Nuwa, Hongyun, and Taiyi who have karma with him, he can't afford to provoke any of them now.

Fortunately, a bell rang soon, interrupting the chaotic buzzing in the hall, and the whole hall fell silent instantly.

when!when!when!
Three unsophisticated bells sounded in the hall, piercing the bottom of my heart, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, cleansing the soul, purifying the mood, and clearing the mind.

Hearing the sound of the bell, Zhang Yang's nervous mood gradually calmed down, and he was no longer so nervous. He peeked at the nine-story altar, and saw two boys carved in powder and jade.

A man and a woman, with chubby little faces, very cute, about five or six years old, the boy held a small clock in his hand, and knocked it at regular intervals, looking at the two little boys, flaunting Secretly said: "This should be Haotian and Yaochi in the future!"

After the three bells rang, Yaochi looked at the crowd and made a crisp voice, like big pearls falling on a jade plate, and said loudly: "Please teacher!"

This volume is Havoc in Heaven.

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