Chapter 188

Although Luo Hu was passive and slacked off his work, he did not plan to advertise Hongjun and increase the number of people who ate melons who went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, but the scene of Hongjun's preaching still deeply touched the creatures of the wilderness.

Absolutely powerful, enough to shock anyone.

At the foot of the mountain, the ancestors sat in a circle, discussing this emergency. The injuries on their bodies were not deliberately treated, and their expressions were more or less dignified, even the most arrogant Zhu Rong and Gonggong were silent at this time.

If it weren't for the Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array, none of them would be able to withstand the coercion!

Houtu whispered: "Listen to the Tao in a hundred years, are we going......

Her hesitant words were immediately opposed.

"No way!"

"Where does this Wu clan have such a face?"

"Our Wu clan and the demon clan are fighting each other, that guy is neither early nor late, but he chose this opportunity to preach, he has bad intentions at all!"

"Before I saw the real person, I didn't believe that the other party had this strength, maybe it was a scene made by some treasure, hum."

"Thirty-three days away? When I haven't been, it's clearly a turbulent mess! ”

All sorts of slander and suspicion arise.

Except for Houtu and Dijiang, who are still sane, Zuwu, whose brains are full of muscles, has always refused to accept reality. Hongjun was born out of thin air, he didn't have a little reputation before, how could the ancestor who had been arrogant for so many years admit that he was still using a more powerful monk above him!

Hou Tu's eyes flashed slightly, and he swallowed what he wanted to say-

[The Wu clan does not have a primordial god, and they can't break through according to the orthodox cultivation method of the flood wilderness, if they can change this, their Wu clan will not be able to surpass the demon clan. 】

Listening to the quarrel of his brothers, Houtu turned his head sideways to look out of the door, and in the corner outside the door, a small shadow showed a head, winked at Houtu, and quickly retracted into the shadow, expressing the hope that Houtu would not demolish him.

Hou Tu smiled, this is the Ancestral Witch Palace, and it is not the Ancestral Witch who can appear here, or the only exception to Changqin, where will these people not know about Changqin's eavesdropping.

It's just that the love for the long piano makes them turn a blind eye.

Di Jiang also saw Changqin's little head, and stabbed Zhu Rong with his arm, who was spitting, "Your son is here." Zhu Rong waved his big hand nonchalantly, "These things don't matter, anyway, he is the crown prince of our Wu clan." ”

Since raising his son, Zhu Rong has a tendency to potential child control.

Dijiang didn't know whether to be happy or sighing.

This old man is coarse, he doesn't care about the child in his words and actions, and he doesn't know if he can teach Changqin well.

Regarding Hongjun's opening of the altar to preach, the ancestors did not reach a unified opinion, some hoped to arrange undercover agents to eavesdrop, and some simply denied the matter of listening to the sermon.

Houtu groaned and found Dijiang in private.

"Big brother, I want to try it out in thirty-three days."

On the main hall of the Ancestral Witch Palace, Di Jiang lit three incense sticks, respectfully inserted them in the incense burner in front of the Pangu statue, and said to Houtu in a flat voice: "I know what you think, you have always thought farther than those guys, and everything is for the sake of the Wu clan, but——"

He stood up straight, his gaze like electricity, "Houtu, our Wu clan doesn't need a primordial god, and we can live better than other Honghuang monks, we are the descendants of the Pangu Great God!" ”

Houtu was not frightened by his words, and put on a pretty face.

"What about the piano?"

“……”

"The combination of the bloodline of the Wu clan and the blood of the Shangqing clan, thus giving birth to the Yuan Shen, this kind of thing is rare in our Wu clan, we have not paid much attention to it in the past, but Changqin is different, Changqin has an extremely pure Wu bloodline, none of us know how to cultivate Changqin, why not ask the cultivator to be a powerful person who is higher than us."

Under a series of words from Houtu, Di Jiang wavered, glancing at his sister's serious and nervous look, he shook his head and said helplessly: "Alas, if you want to listen to the sermon, go there." ”

Hou Tu's face turned red, "I'm just a little curious......"

Explanation is disguise.

Di Jiang suddenly wanted to touch Houtu's head, so that she didn't have to be so nervous, although the Wu clan adhered to the pride of the Wu clan, it didn't matter if they broke their principles occasionally.

After all, the strong have the privileges of the strong.

"I don't worry about that kid Zhurong, you go and have a good talk with Changqin, the situation of the lich war before must have scared him." Di Jiang changed his seriousness to talk about business, and talked to her about Changqin generously and tolerantly, "Changqin doesn't like to kill, and his heart is peaceful, you have to tell him the reason why our Wu clan is fighting for the flood." ”

Houtu responded seriously, "No problem, I'm sure Changqin can understand us." ”

There is only one famine, and those who get the famine will get the luck of the world.

There are too many monks offended by the Wu clan, and if you want to be invincible forever, you must dominate the flood and make other monks afraid and dare not rise to resist!

In addition to the witch clan, the demon clan is also discussing the matter of hearing the word.

The big demons led by Taiyi were not very happy to go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, and even Taiyi didn't take this matter to heart, "Both horizontal and vertical are Rahu's men, and we have no face when we go to listen to his preaching." ”

He and Rahu had a good time, so naturally he couldn't pull his face to listen to the other party's ex-Taoist sermon.

In these days, everyone who listens to the sermon is half a head shorter than the other party!

He didn't want to worship Hongjun as a teacher!

Di Jun also had this idea in his heart, and when he heard Taiyi say it, his face softened slightly. He is not afraid that the relationship between Taiyi and Rahu will cool down, and he is afraid that Taiyi will be too biased towards Rahu, which will lead to everything to join in the fun!

"What do you think?" Emperor Jun looked at the people under His Royal Highness Ling Xiaobao.

Some of the top ten demon generals agreed with Taiyi's statement, and some hesitated, but Bai Ze shook his feather fan and smiled softly, as if he was out of the matter.

Dijun's gaze fell on him.

Bai Ze reacted, stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, this time there is such a big disturbance, there must be a lot of people who will listen to the sermon in a hundred years. ”

This sentence made Taiyi even more unhappy, and turned his head and said, "I'm not going." ”

The number of people who listen to the sermon is small, which can also mean that the sermon is very compelling, and he is reluctant to explore the truth for the demon clan to see what the hell Hongjun wants to do. Once there are many people, there are all kinds of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods, and he is a dignified demon clan Donghuang, and he has no face in the past.

Don't underestimate the word "face", everyone cares about face in this wilderness, and when they are slapped in the face, they can simply stumble with each other until their souls are scattered.

So under the tacit understanding of some kind of mortal enemy, the demon clan only sent a high-level person to listen to the sermon, and this candidate was selected among the top ten demon marshals. In order to "compete" for this place, the top ten demon marshals took turns to compete after leaving the Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

At Bai Ze's suggestion, the way of the competition changed from drawing lots to playing cards.

It is said that this is a game invented by the lord of Mt. Meru.

The ten demon handsomes have a good relationship on the surface, so they gathered in Bai Ze's mansion. While they were eating melons and fruits, they took turns playing cards, and the last loser would take their place and take on the heavy responsibility of going to the distant thirty-three days to hear the sermon.

Kunpeng had unfortunate bad luck and lost the first round.

After that, the second round, the third round -

All lost.

Even his colleagues were surprised, "Why are you so badly lucky?" ”

Kunpeng smiled bitterly, "Looks like I'm going to take this errand." ”

Everyone doesn't want to take it, and those who lose take it, this is the way they can negotiate.

Not long after, the ten demon commanders left one after another, and Bai Ze walked to the door of the mansion and watched them go away with a smile. Kunpeng sorted out the messy cards and looked up at Bai Ze, "Are you so sure that the benefits of me listening to the sermon outweigh the disadvantages?" ”

He went alone, and it was estimated that he would not be welcomed.

The Demon Clan Heavenly Court is in charge of the demons in the world, the number is so large that it is unimaginable, under such a force, only such a big demon came to him, and he was completely saying to Hongjun, "The big guys don't want to come, I'll come over and take a look before leaving."

Bai Ze put the fan against the lower half of his face, and said happily: "Can I still harm you?" Believe me, listening to the sermon will be good for your cultivation. ”

Hongjun preached, the way of heaven is open, and the cultivation is sure to rise.

In order to stimulate Kunpeng, Bai Ze poked his scar again, "You have been stuck in the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal for so many years, don't you want to advance to the peak and become a powerful person in the wilderness?" ”

Kunpeng's expression was depressed.

He wasted the power of the boss to be promoted to the late stage of Da Luo Jin Xian, and in a blink of an eye, he found that the real masters were all at the peak, and he could only be regarded as second-rate in the flood wilderness.

Suddenly, Kunpeng was a little curious, "Bai Ze, what kind of cultivation are you doing now?" ”

Bai Ze said suddenly: "This ...... A little better than you......"

Kunpeng looked at him suspiciously, expressing his sincerity to his friend, "You don't need to worry about my face, just say it, I won't be jealous of your cultivation." ”

Bai Ze smiled, "Talking about cultivation hurts feelings." ”

As Hongjun's good corpse, he was the pinnacle of quasi-saints as soon as he was born, second only to those Chaos Demon Gods who were saints at birth. His cultivation could not improve on his own, relying on the progress of the ontology, and now that the ontology was mixed with the Dao, he also broke through to the realm of saints in an instant.

This kind of thing will make everyone jealous......

Seeing that he refused to speak, Kunpeng guessed that Bai Ze's strength was second only to that of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Alas, my friend is so, and I can't be too weak.

Firmly convinced, Kunpeng began to take the sermon seriously for a hundred years later. Just as he was about to leave Bai Ze's mansion, Bai Ze seemed to suddenly think of something and spoke.

"When you go to listen to the sermon, remember to borrow the Hetuluo book from Emperor Jun."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to survive thirty-three days."

“……”

Kunpeng once again felt the grief of low cultivation and drifted away.

Bai Ze looked at his decadence innocently, telling the truth, but it was a little hurtful.

Whoever let the body and Rahu build the love nest outside thirty-three days in order not to be disturbed, and now the people who can listen to the sermon will be cut in half.

In the end, how many can be reached?

Bai Ze's feather fan brushed his lips and laughed deliciously, "Body, I hope you can accept seven apprentices as you wish." 166 Reading Network