Seeing Caihuang leave in despair, Wang Hao shook his head, didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the wing. ．?ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? ｅ?ｎ?`ｏ?ｒ?ｇ?

It's really hard for him to say anything about this matter, after all, whether it is Caihuang or Phoenix Shenwei mastering the Taixu Ancient Phoenix lineage, this is not too much loss for him.

After entering the wing, Wang Hao directly placed a ban to prevent everyone from disturbing him.

After doing all this, Wang Hao beckoned to take out the inheritance bead.

Looking at the power of time surging on the inheritance bead, a trace of excitement flashed in Wang Hao's eyes.

With the Time Inheritance Bead in his hands, he only needs to comprehend the law of time to ten percent, and then he will be able to successfully cultivate the law of time and space to ninety!

Once the law of time and space reaches ninety-percent, Wang Hao has absolute certainty that he can successfully break through to the pseudo-saint consummation and even the great consummation in one fell swoop, and once the law of space-time reaches ten, then he will be able to sanctify the heavens in one fell swoop and become the first space-time saint since Chaos.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao couldn't help but exhale heavily, his mind moved, and when he sat cross-legged, the power of his divine soul poured into the inheritance bead, and he began to frantically ingest the fragments of the law of time, so as to comprehend and improve himself.

……

As Wang Hao fell into cultivation, thousands of years of time in the outside world had quietly passed.

On this day, above the chaos, the gate of a majestic Zixiao Palace was opened, and countless divine mansions poured towards it like a tide.

At the moment of entering the palace, as far as the eye can see, the entire Zixiao Palace has a high platform, which is specially prepared for the saint Hongjun.

Under that high platform, there are three futons, which seem ordinary, but they are a symbol of status.

After all, there are no seats in the rest of the place, but there are three seats there, so you can imagine the importance of the three futons.

Especially some of the smart gods thought of the holy position that Hongjun told before, and everyone was ready to move for a while, but because they were concerned that the people around them would sneak attack, everyone looked at the futon but did not step forward.

For a while, the atmosphere in the entire Zixiao Palace became very silent, only the heavy and rapid gasping sound continued.

At this moment, a figure appeared, and I saw that it landed directly on the futon, sitting steadily, closing its eyes and pretending to sleep, not caring at all about the slightest look of anger from the gods.

After a long while, one person in the crowd recognized the identity of the person occupying a futon, and said: "Primordial, this is the first disciple of Hongjun Saint Primordial!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was still glaring just now immediately put away their eyes.

If nothing else, the primordial Gui is the first disciple of Hongjun, there must be a place, who dares to rob him.

The most important thing is that Hongjun was talking about two saints at that time, but now there are three futons here, and you don't need to think about it to know that there must be another saint that is prepared for the primitive.

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes were on the other two futons, which represented the two holy thrones, which was almost tacitly understood by everyone.

At this moment, in the crowd, a hurried voice resounded: "Since you fellow Daoists don't move, then this futon will belong to me!"

Immediately afterwards, I saw a man and two women walking out of the crowd, escorted by two women and women, the man strode forward, and walked straight to the futon to prepare to occupy it.

This scene immediately aroused the anger of all the monks in the audience.

As for the men, they didn't know who the latter was, but they knew the two women.

It is the Houtu and Xuanming among the twelve ancestral witches.

Almost instantly, a monk in the crowd opened his mouth and angrily rebuked: "The barbarians of the Wu clan also want the holy position, so don't roll quickly!"

As soon as these words came out, the gods in the field suddenly came back to their senses.

The Wu clan is now one of the three major forces in the flood wilderness, if the Wu clan is showing a saint, the consequences are only unimaginable.

Almost instantly, the shrine in the field moved.

With the momentum of the storm, it gushed out, and it was fiercely pressed towards the man.

Suddenly, the man just snorted, although his cultivation was at the level of a pseudo-saint, but there were a lot of pseudo-saints in this time, and under the coercion of joining forces, he couldn't get any benefits.

At this moment, in the crowd, a red light shone, and then I saw a man in a big red robe rushing out, his cultivation was only at the level of quasi-saint, but the speed was extremely fast, almost instantaneously arrived at the side of the futon.

"This throne is mine!"

As the voice of the red-robed man fell, the god mansion in the field came back to his senses.

Almost instantly, a pseudo-saint stepped forward and angrily reprimanded: "A quasi-saint is also worthy of the holy position, get out of here!"

In the next second, with a wave of his hand, powerful mana poured out, instantly knocking out the red-robed man who had already sat down.

With the action of this pseudo-saint powerhouse, the battle in the field was opened in an instant.

A pseudo-saint powerhouse struck out one after another, in order to compete for the only two remaining holy thrones.

A group of quasi-saint-level powerhouses were watching from the sidelines, although they did not come forward to fight, but everyone's eyes were staring at the futon, and it was obvious that they had not given up their desire for the holy position.

With the passage of time, the competition within the Zixiao Palace has become more and more intense, and the battle between the pseudo-saints has become more and more intense.

buzzing

At this moment, the two remaining futons suddenly buzzed.

With the brilliance of light, I saw two beams of light rush out, and I went straight into the crowd.

A moment later, Nuwa, with a stunned face, and Zhun Ti, with a surprised face, flew towards the futon under the guidance of the beam.

In the next second, the fighting pseudo-saints in the arena stopped what they were doing, and when they saw Nuwa and Zhun Ti, who were already approaching the futon, they were immediately furious: "Presumptuous!"

"Stop!"

"Damn, if you want to get the holy throne, you guys are still a little tender!"

“……”

As the angry rebuke fell from his mouth, many pseudo-saints and quasi-saints shot at the same time, wanting to kill Nuwa and Zhun Ti.

However, something unexpected happened.

I saw that the attack of the many gods combined was close to the beam, and it collapsed in an instant.

With the spread of the aftermath, including Panwu, those divine residences in the field were suddenly knocked to the edge of Zixiao Palace.

At the same time, Nuwa and Zhun Ti landed on the futon without danger.

With the consummation of the three futons, suddenly three pillars of light rushed into the sky, and under the protection of that pillar of light, no one could do anything to the three of them.

Just when everyone in the venue didn't dare to do it again, a voice rang out: "The master has arrived, and the gods are silent!"

(To be continued.) )