In the Flood and Famine, My Work Together Will Not Hit Zhoushan

On the way to Zixiao Palace, Jieyin and Zhunti encountered a chaotic storm, and Gonggong suspected that it was related to Hongjun.

Just now, Gonggong helped a little bit, and thought that it would be able to grab a futon, but it failed.

It seems that there is a force interfering somewhere.

"Brother Dao, you and I came to Zixiao Palace from the west, and we encountered a chaotic storm on the way. We went through hardships, but we didn't even have a seat." Zhunti said with a bitter face.

After listening to what Zhunti said, Taishang, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Kunpeng were all unmoved, and Nuwa was a little sympathetic, but she would not give her seat to Zhunti.

Hongyun hesitated for a while, stood up, and gave the seat to Zhunti.

But Zhunti let the receptionist sit.

Zhenyuanzi sighed, seeing that Hongyun was about to give way, he wanted to stop it, but he was still a step behind.

At this time, Zhunti looked at Kunpeng: "This fellow Daoist, can you give up your seat to the poor Daoist?"

Zhunti is also shrewd, Sanqing is not easy to mess with, there is Fuxi next to Nuwa, who seems to have a good relationship with Dijun and Taiyi, only Kunpeng seems to be the best to bully.

Kunpeng looked at his nose, as if he hadn't heard what Zhun mentioned.

"A man with hair and horns, who is born and turned into an egg, also sits with me?" Yuan Shi looked at Kunpeng contemptuously, and his words offended not only Kunpeng, but also many creatures here.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you still give up your seat!" Styx smiled strangely.

"Kunpeng, give up your seat!" Taiyi also said.

Kunpeng may not care if a quasi-pronouncer speaks, but Yuanshi, one of the three clears, speaks, Ming He, Taiyi, etc., which makes him feel like he is sitting on needles.

Under pressure, Kunpeng reluctantly stood up and gave up his seat to Zhunti.

Gonggong watched from the sidelines, thinking secretly in his heart.

When entering the Zixiao Palace, Gonggong felt a sense of insecurity, as if there was an invisible force, but he couldn't detect it.

"When Hongyun and Kunpeng know that they are giving up the Holy Throne, I don't know how they will feel." Gonggong thought.

Although he knew that the six futons were holy places, Gonggong didn't say it.

If he had the power to rival Hongjun, Gonggong might say it, but if he said it now, it would not be good for him.

In addition to seeing the Zixiao Palace this time, Gonggong also has another purpose, which is to let Hongjun support the Wu people to rule the floods.

Now, the demon clan has not yet been established.

Although the East Prince and the West Queen have some power, they are not enough to compare with the Wu clan.

When Emperor Jun and Taiyi established the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, and when Hongjun ordered the Prince of the East to be the head of the male fairy, and the Queen Mother of the West to be the head of the female fairy, it would be difficult for the Wu tribe to dominate the Great Wilderness.

After waiting for a while, Hongjun appeared.

However, he saw that Hongjun was sitting cross-legged on a larger purple futon, his eyes swept away from everyone, and he paused on Gong Gong.

"From now on, that's it." Hong Jun said.

In other words, the six futons arranged by Hongjun will not be replaced. Even if one of Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin and Zhunti falls, the seats will only be empty.

Hongyun was a little regretful, but Kunpeng was very regretful, but stared at Hongyun with resentment.

From Kunpeng's point of view, if Hongyun refused to give up his seat, he would not lose his seat.

Except for Sanqing, Nuwa, Xieyin and Zhunti, all those who heard the sermon were standing.

Just when Hongjun was about to speak, Gonggong said: "Sage Hongjun, since the beginning of the world, beasts have been rampant, three races are fighting for hegemony, demon races are rampant, and now there are all kinds of wastes waiting to be revived, my witch race is Pangu. The blood of the great gods should serve the well-being of the Great Desolate and rule all clans."

When Gonggong's voice fell, Di Jun, Taiyi, Dongwanggong and others changed their expressions.

Even Hongjun looked slightly startled.

The Wu clan is the bloodline of Pangu, and the Great Desolation was created by Pangu. In this way, it is justifiable for the Wu clan to rule.

"Everything has a certain number, even if it is Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, the magical power is not invincible." Hong Jun said lightly, and did not express his support for the Wu clan, nor did he object.

The so-called Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian is just a Hunyuan saint who has achieved the achievements of the immortal way.

If you practice the magic way, is it also called Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian?

"Divine power is not as good as the number of days?" Gong Gong's face was expressionless.

Gonggong was already mentally prepared, the possibility of Hongjun supporting the Wu clan was too small, and he did not hold out hope.

Because the Twelve Ancestors have the merits of opening the sky and have great luck, it is not easy for Hongjun to directly oppose the Wu clan to rule the flood.

But Di Jun, Taiyi, Dongwanggong and others all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmph, although the Wu clan is of the bloodline of Pangu, but they have no primordial spirit, do not know how to obey, and have no luck with the Dao. How can such a race rule the flood?" Prince Dong thought to himself.

"The ambition of the witch clan is really too great."

"Hmph, Shen Ni and Zulong have not been completed, and it is impossible for the Twelve Ancestral Witch to complete."

"However, the strength of Gonggong is too terrifying, I just don't know if the other eleven ancestors are as strong as Gonggong."

Kunpeng also looked at Gonggong. He was the ancestor of Beiming, and he also had a strong force. He could not bear this grievance if he wanted to submit to the Wu clan.

And Di Jun, Taiyi, Dongwanggong and others were not willing to submit to the Wu clan.

Next, Hongjun began to preach. He first talked about the way of loose immortals. There are heavenly immortals, earth immortals, gods, and ghost immortals, but there are no human immortals.

When Hongjun started to preach, Gonggong turned around and walked outside the Zixiao Palace.

Gonggong did not come to Zixiao Palace to listen to Hongjun's sermons.

Seeing Gonggong leave like this, Hongjun's face was calm, but his heart was a little unhappy.

Chapter [-] My destiny is up to me

　　Hongjun was just starting to preach when Gonggong left, which surprised everyone.

"It seems that Gonggong also has self-knowledge. He has no primordial spirit, and he can't understand it if he stays." Yuanshi scorned in his heart.

But some great masters such as Di Jun and Dongwanggong are worried.

Nowadays, almost all the great powers in Honghuang are listening to the sermons in Zixiao Palace. If the Wu clan wants to dominate Honghuang, the resistance is unprecedentedly small.

However, except for Gonggong, no one left.

The sage preaches, which is rare.

The Tao taught by Hongjun is mainly the Tao of immortality, but there are other Taos, but it is three thousand avenues and forty-eight thousand side gates.

After walking out of Zixiao Palace, Gonggong looked cold and solemn.

Divine Ability Invincible Days?

"Hmph, my fate is up to me!" Gonggong's eyes were extremely determined.

Rather than wasting time in Zixiao Palace, Gonggong might as well go back to Honghuang quickly.

Now, the great powers of the Great Desolation are almost all in the Zixiao Palace, which is a great opportunity for the Wu people to dominate the Great Desolation.

I don't know how long Hongjun's first sermon will be, but it shouldn't be too short.

Entering the chaos, flying towards the prehistoric.

On the way to Zixiao Palace, Gonggong got the coordinates of Honghuang from Jie Yin, so he would not get lost in the chaos.

Before Xieyin and Zhunti left Honghuang, they both left the second soul in Honghuang, so that as long as the distance was not too far, they would not get lost in chaos.

In fact, not only Received and Zhunti, but also the great powers who went to Zixiao Palace, almost all left their second soul in the prehistoric.

The Zixiao Palace is not too far away from the prehistoric realm, and it only takes about half a year for the Daluo Jinxian level powerhouse. As for the quasi-sage, a few days are enough.

The tyrannical Chaos Qi is surging, and it is gray in all directions. Even if it can persist in the chaos, it is very monotonous and depressing.

Being in chaos, the chaotic primordial embryos of Gonggong's body are shaking.

An aura of the gods and gods lingered all over the body, reducing the pressure of Gonggong.

Traveling through chaos, Gonggong never forgets to look for it.

You must know that in the chaos, in addition to giving birth to innate demons, it also breeds innate spiritual treasures, innate spiritual roots, and inextinguishable spiritual light.

As long as it is bred in chaos, it is a grass or a broken stone, which should not be underestimated.

However, Gonggong was not lucky enough to find a treasure from Chaos.

A few days later, Gonggong returned to Daluotian.

He didn't stay too long in Daluotian, and Gonggong went to the next world.

One day in the heavens, one year on the ground, and the time of Chaos and Zixiao Palace is different.

The mystery of time, even Zhu Jiuyin, who masters the law of time, knows very little.

And when there is a problem with the time of a world, a parallel world will arise. Therefore, a battle of a strong enough to shake the time may lead to several parallel worlds.

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Witch World, Pangu Temple.

The twelve ancestor witches gathered.

In addition to Gonggong, the other eleven ancestral witches have all cultivated the nine-rank Xuan Gong to the seventh-rank, and their cultivation base is equivalent to the Daluo Jinxian level.

In addition, Di Jiang, Qiang Liang, Zhu Jiu Yin, She Bi Shi and several other ancestral witches all brought out the heaven-opening merits on their bodies.

The merits of Houtu are already strong, and she went to the western continent to repair the leylines, and the merits were even more.

In the Western Continent, Houtu tried several times, but still could not integrate merit into the shadow.

The same goes for Di Jiang and several other ancestors who led out the merits of opening the sky.

"Xiandao cultivation base, from low to high, is divided into scattered immortals, true immortals, mysterious immortals, golden immortals, Taiyi immortals and Daluo immortals. Hongjun claims to be Hunyuan Daluo immortals." Gonggong told the emperor some of his knowledge of immortality. Jiang et al.

"The ninth turn of the nine-turn Xuan Gong corresponds to the Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian? The eighth turn corresponds to the Da Luo Jinxian?" Pei tightened her brows.

"I'm on the seventh rank now, and I only correspond to the Taiyi Jinxian of Immortal Dao?" Zhu Rong was very dissatisfied.

Gong Gong continued to speak.

"Cultivating the Nine-Rank Xuan Gong to the seventh rank, the physical cultivation level is equivalent to the Daluo Jinxian level, and the eighth rank corresponds to the quasi-sage."

Quasi-Saint?

As soon as Gonggong mentioned these two words, Di Jiang and the others looked at each other in dismay.

Whether it is Daluo Jinxian or a quasi-sage, Di Jiang and others have never heard of it before.