I, the God of Prehistoric Time, control infinite time and space

Chapter 133 Chapter 133 Arrived at Zixiao Palace, Six Futons
Outside the prehistoric world, within a million miles, everything is shrouded in the power of heaven.

Hongjun was sanctified, and Zixiao Palace was established.

Between heaven and earth, the space of all things around began to distort, and a huge suction began to make it difficult for many creatures to escape from the prehistoric, and could only stop on the ground.

Just like the gravity attached to the prehistoric world itself, it is born to make all the creatures in the world rooted here as if they are deeply rooted.

A group of congenital powers can only use their best to go beyond the prehistoric... Even if they encounter great gravity, they are still so enthusiastic about the saint's preaching...

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Not long after, in the chaotic area not far from Honghuang, a huge monster emitting purple and golden light appeared.

It was a palace, a place that contained the rules of a saint.

Magnificent and majestic, the light shocks thousands of miles, like the only bright spot in the entire chaos, illuminating everything and guiding creatures forward.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

In front of the gate of Zixiao Palace, the first innate power has arrived.

"Master Aoki!"

A person who was born in the prehistoric world from the beginning of the world, experienced dozens of years of calamity, and survived to this day.

Guided by the law of green wood, he turned into a road and arrived here.

open the door...

into it...

"Hehe, after the old man Hongjun became a saint, the saint dojo he established is indeed magnificent from the outside, but from the inside out, there is a big gap..."

"The Zixiao Palace is completely empty, except for the six colorful monastic futons in front of it, there is nothing else."

"I'm so poor, I have nothing!"

Daoist Aoki waved his hand, looked at the six futons in front of him, and shook his head involuntarily.

"Broken futon, do you use this low-level thing to sit on?"

"If I sit on it, wouldn't it be inferior to others?"

Daoist Qingmu waited and watched for a while, then randomly walked to an open place quite close to the preaching, and then took out the futon he used for daily meditation practice to practice.

"It's better to use my futon!"

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As time goes by…

More and more innate powers have found this place.

Three mysterious and very familiar auras flew by, and three figures appeared in radiance.

One is the elderly, the other is the middle-aged, and the third is the young.

"Someone already came here first?"

Seeing this, the elders came here, and the energetic ones, who seemed to be the two younger brothers, came here and said hello.

But Daoist Qingmu avoided seeing him, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

Extremely contemptuous.

This kind of arrogance comes from his own strength.

How can the three broken Da Luo Jinxians compare with their peak quasi-sages?
"You Taoist, why didn't you answer when my elder brother talked to you?"

The middle-aged man flicked his broad avenue robe, and immediately stepped forward to argue a few times.

"Yuqing, forget it." The old-looking man stretched out his hand to block him, and then led them towards the futon.

These three people, who regarded themselves as Pangu's authentic sect, came out of the three forms of Pangu's primordial spirit.

One is called Taiqing Taishang.

The second is Yuqing Yuanshi also.

The third is the Shangqing Tongtian.

"Brother, there are futons to sit on!"

Shangqing Tongtian pointed to the six-way futon, looking at it overflowing with light, extremely gorgeous, and an excellent position for enlightenment.

"That's it, then sit down!"

"Somewhere, this futon will come by chance!"

The Supreme Being listened, nodded, and took the lead in picking out the first futon to make.

"Based on deduction, this futon is of great use to us!"

Yuanshi and Tongtian sat down next to each other, lined up behind the Supreme Master.

Just as Sanqing was sitting here, there were a lot of mixed voices behind him.

There is Donghuang Taiyi, there is Kunpeng, there is Styx, there is Hongyun, there is Zhenyuanzi, there is Ruoshui, there is Kuishui, there is Lei Ze, and there are Twelve Ancestral Witches...

"You Twelve Ancestral Witches are so awesome, you have the guts to beat me!"

"Come, come, hit me!"

"You're used to it, I'm afraid of you!"

"Look at your simple and honest appearance, what are you pretending to be?"

Fuxi's voice lingered, and while he was still arguing with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he also rushed towards Zixiao Palace holding Nuwa's little hand.

"Don't be afraid, there is a feeling that after listening to the sermon, I won't go to Shenshan to compete!"

Di Jiang chased after Fu Xi, scolding his mother in a very old-fashioned voice.

"Forget it, the quality of our prehistoric creatures is almost lowered by you!"

"Fuxi, you can also be regarded as a representative of innate holiness, what kind of thing...!"

Di Jun came over and patted Fuxi.

"That is!"

Fuxi nodded, and then said: "I am not a god who will fight with a group of savages."

Pulling Nuwa quickly to Zixiao Palace, she walked towards Sanqing, and glanced at the three of them who had settled down.

Fuxi immediately pulled his younger sister Nuwa to sit on the fourth blue-green futon.

"Sit down obediently and don't talk!"

Turning his head, Fuxi looked at the fifth and sixth futons, a burst of secret deduction appeared in his mind, all the secrets are in the innate gossip, and everything is in chaos!

"Grass, no futon for my brother!"

"Then no more!"

Fuxi stood behind Nuwa, turning his head to look at Zuwu behind him from time to time, with a look of disgust.

After taking shape, Fuxi and Nuwa were expelled from Mount Buzhou by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and they formed a bond with them ever since.

"Brother, do you want to be next to me!"

Seeing Fuxi standing behind her alone, Nuwa couldn't bear it.

"No, you can just sit at ease!"

"Being a brother and a futon, there is no chance to make good fortune, just leave it to those who are destined."

Fuxi waved his hand, still standing on the spot, Nuwa sat on the futon, leaning on Fuxi's snake.

"Well, with a brother standing behind my sister, my sister feels very safe!"

Nuwa looked at Fuxi with a smile.

This scene made the creatures on the side a little hot-eyed and couldn't stand it anymore.

As expected, Kunpeng and Hongyun sat down on the fifth and sixth futons.

"Hey, listen to the saint's sermon, and then go back to the Nihility Dojo to show off to those guys!"

Kunpeng sat on the futon with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, without saying a word, just secretly rejoicing in his heart.

Just as Hongyun sat down on the sixth futon, Zhen Yuanzi stood behind him.

"Daoist Zhenyuanzi, why don't you come and sit down!"

As a close friend and brother, Hong Yun also gave up the futon for Zhen Yuanzi to sit on.

But Zhen Yuanzi flatly refused.

"You can just sit down," Zhen Yuanzi said coldly, there was really nothing he could do about this kind of good-tempered person.

"It's the same for the two of us who sit on the futon. Anyway, standing up and listening to the sermon won't make any difference."

Zhenyuanzi said.

Hong Yun was rather embarrassed and smiled awkwardly.

"OK then!"

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In this way, there are people sitting on the six futons.

As the traces of time slowly passed over the Zixiao Palace, the innate powers of Da Luo Jinxian finally gathered together.

Three thousand purple sky mortals!
Most of the innate gods and demons of the generation scoffed at the six-path futon when they saw it. It was too rubbish, and it was far less good than the futon that they had retreated and enlightened.

(End of this chapter)