The Prehistoric Kunpeng Will Never Give Way

Chapter 1 Fighting for futons in Zixiao Palace!

Prehistoric world

Thirty-three days away, in front of the Zixiao Palace of Chaos, countless innate gods gathered here.

The ancestor of Kunpeng Gao Guanbo belted, his dignity and dignity, his divine eyes were radiant and piercing, staring closely at the gate of Zixiao Palace.

“After traveling through the prehistoric world for so long, I finally waited until Hongjun Daozu preached for the first time!”

Kunpeng’s mood was slightly ups and downs. Hundreds of thousands of years have passed since he passed through the prehistoric world.

In the entire prehistoric world, the cultivation of most creatures is like this. In an era when Taoism is not obvious, the path of cultivation is difficult and it is difficult to make progress.

But as Hongjun Daozu begins to speak, everything will change.

And the moment Kunpeng has been waiting for is finally coming.

The scene in front of us was the preaching of the Zixiao Palace, which was very important to the ancestors of Kunpeng!

And more important than preaching is this first controversy!

“It is rumored that the ancestor Kunpeng gave up the fifth futon, and therefore missed the holy position. Since I was reborn as Kunpeng, this kind of thing is absolutely not allowed to happen!”

The ancestor Kunpeng’s eyes showed a sharp light, and a powerful breath immediately spread, causing the Sanqing ancestor next to him to look frequently.

“The most important thing in the prehistoric world is chance. This disciple of Daozu Hongjun is chance, and that great and purple energy is also chance!”

The ancestor Kunpeng is determined to win the quota for Daozu disciples and the quota for the holy position!

There are great gods everywhere in the primordial world, with savvy feet, and no one dares to say that he can defeat others, so what everyone is fighting for is this opportunity!

The ancestor Kunpeng understood this a long time ago, so he would never give up this opportunity again.

In the original path of Kunpeng’s destiny, it was precisely because he gave up this opportunity that he lost the first opportunity and fell behind one step at a time.

It is precisely because of this that after the ancestor of Kunpeng gave up his place in the Zixiao Palace, he was destined to be a tragedy.

In this life, the ancestor Kunpeng will never give up the holy throne. Not only will he not give up the holy throne, he will also try to be the chief disciple!

Just as the ancestor Kunpeng was meditating, the Zixiao Palace gate opened slowly with a “creak”.

Haotian Boy and Yaochi Girl pushed open the door of Zixiao Palace and walked out.

“Brothers, the hour has come, please, Master!”

A crisp and sweet voice sounded, but before the words fell, the ancestor Kunpeng instantly turned into a gust of wind, and rushed into the Zixiao Palace first!

Dapeng rises in the wind in one day, soaring for ninety thousand miles!

The ancestor of Kunpeng Dunsu Wushuang, he transformed into Tianpeng’s true body in the air, and his body technique was unfolded to the extreme.

The infinite wind converges under the wings, like a flash of electric light, in a flash of thousands of miles!

The corner of the Taiqing ancestor’s eyes twitched, and he secretly said “Kunpeng is despicable!”, but he didn’t have time to care about it. Sanqing turned into Qinghui at the same time, and immediately followed the Kunpeng ancestor.

At this time, the ancestor Kunpeng took the lead step by step, step by step, he flapped the wings of the cloud and flew with all his strength.

“The position of the chief of the Zixiao Palace may not be too clear! I, Kunpeng, will fight for it this time!”

The ancestor Kunpeng had a bright light in his eyes.

However, this Zixiao Palace is such a mundane place, that seems to be close to each other, but as far away as the ends of the world!

“Folding space! With this flap of my wings, I flicked eight hundred and eighty thousand miles, but three breaths have passed, but I haven’t reached the six futons yet!”

The ancestor Kunpeng was frightened, but he was flying as hard as he could at this time, and he didn’t dare to be distracted and think too much.

“Boom!”

The ancestor Kunpeng was screaming in the wind, lightning and thunder, all kinds of visions appeared in the void, he turned into a streamer, flapped his wings and flew away in a flash.

“arrive!”

The ancestor Kunpeng was in ecstasy, and as soon as he gathered his wings, he turned into a Taoist body again, and fell towards the first futon!

“boom!”

However, just at this moment, the Three Dao Jinghong flickered, and the ancestor of the Sanqing sent it first, a line earlier than the ancestor Kunpeng, and the ancestor of the Taiqing steadily occupied the position of chief!

Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Taoist were also side by side, and their three brothers occupied the first three futons.

The ancestor Kunpeng couldn’t be surprised, his figure flickered and he was already sitting on the fourth futon.

At this time, following a gust of wind and clouds, the air of wind, cloud, water and fire roared from the sky, and the red cloud ancestor, who was transformed by the first cloud of fire, was already sitting on the fifth futon.

At this time, only the last futon was left, and the god Fuxi saw that Dijun and Taiyi were faster than their brothers and sisters.

If this continues, the two of them will definitely miss the futon.

Fuxi shook her heart and pushed her sister Nüwa with a palm. With Fuxi’s help, she leaped forward, and Fuxi gave her the sixth futon.

Six futons, so far all filled.

Although the demon emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were dissatisfied, they were not strong enough, but they could not blame others.

When the ancestor Kunpeng saw that all the six futons had belonged, he closed his eyes and regained consciousness, and did not talk to other monks.

Despite the excitement in Zixiao Palace, the ancestor of Kunpeng seemed to be out of the game at all.

In the Purple Cloud Palace, many innate sacreds came one after another. These were the first gods after the opening of the sky, and they were all the generations with great opportunities.

The ancestor of Kunpeng silently transported the “Happy Heart Sutra”, which is a secret technique he has been practicing all these years.

A wave of coldness spread faintly, and the aura of heaven and earth slowly gathered into the Kunpeng ancestor.

This made Kunpeng, who was already a bit cold, even more aloof.

Even in this Zixiao Palace, the ancestor Kunpeng did not forget to practice.

Right next to Kunpeng’s ancestor is the Taoist Tongtian. The Taoist Tongtian has sword eyebrows and stars, and looks like a young man in his twenties.

Taoist Tongtian felt the flow of spiritual energy around him, and instantly realized that the ancestor Kunpeng had fallen into practice.

This discovery made the Taoist Tongtian feel good about Kunpeng ancestor, and he couldn’t help restraining his mind, also running his Shangqing Heart Sutra.

Any monk who wants to succeed must make corresponding efforts. Even Sanqing and Kunpeng, they must work harder if they want to go further.

It is precisely because of this that a pretentious Tongtian will have a sense of identification with Kunpeng who has worked so hard.

However, just as the ancestor Kunpeng was immersed in the practice, he suddenly felt that someone was pulling the corner of his clothes to force the ancestor Kunpeng out of the state of practice.

Interrupting others’ practice is a taboo among monks!

The ancestor Kunpeng’s eyes showed cold light, he opened a pair of star eyes, and in his eyes, there was a face full of gentle smiles.

“Friends of Daoist Kunpeng, my brothers came from far away from the West. They were all bumpy and exhausted. Can you borrow a seat from fellow Daoists?”

The Taoist Zhunti had an easy-going look, with a pleading look, and looked very pitiful, and people couldn’t help thinking of helping him.