"Fellow Daoists have said it, this tower can't afford such a big prestige."

Taiqing Laozi hurriedly gave in, but with a smile on his face, he did take advantage of this tower.

"Open ......"

With Yuqing's primordial shot, the gate of Zixiao Palace opened, bursting out with earth-shattering light.

"It is worthy of the Sanqing, the heir of Pangu!"

Long Xuan was not surprised that Sanqing was able to open the Dao Gate, the other party was Pangu Orthodox, and it was normal for Hongjun Dao Ancestor to open the back door.

After entering the cave, you can see the three thousand jade dao platform, which is flowing with Dao rhyme, which can speed up the cultivation speed.

At the very front there are six futons, covered with dust and filled with a strange atmosphere.

"I'll be the first one."

Taiqing Laozi ghost sent the god forward, sat on the first futon, closed his eyes and recuperated.

"The second one deserves to be."

Yuqing Yuan sat down closely, and learned from the eldest brother Lao Tzu to close his eyes and stop speaking.

"Long Daoyou, you can sit on the fourth!"

Shangqing Lingbao sat on the third futon, hot-headed, and couldn't help but remind.

"These futons are not simple, but they are hazy and cannot be seen through at all."

Wang Yuyan is erudite and talented, dabbling in ancient and modern, and on the futon, she has perceived the power of many laws.

"This is the futon that represents the position of the Heavenly Dao Saint?"

After seeing this, Long Xuan looked excited, couldn't help but walk forward and sat down.

"Poof......

He failed, the tattered futon erupted into endless glow, and the stabbing Long Xuan vomited blood and flew out upside down on the spot.

"I can't sit down, why can't I sit up?"

Seeing that Long Xuan was injured, the ruthless emperor looked puzzled and wanted to crack the secret of the futon.

"I don't believe in evil, this must be an accident."

Long Xuan tried again and again, without sitting on the futon, how can he know the effect of this thing on sanctification?

"Poof......

In the blink of an eye, Long Xuan was shocked again, coughing up blood, and his injuries became more and more serious.

"Long Daoyou, I have a hunch that the futon has a great opportunity."

Shangqing Lingbao blurted out, this is what he is thinking in his heart at the moment.

Taiqing Laozi and the two closed their eyes to recuperate, and their souls wandered out of the world, as if they were beyond the world.

"I've seen all Daoist brothers, poor Daoist Nuwa."

Two figures flashed and stepped into the Zixiao Palace, both of them were human-headed snake bodies, exuding innate aura all over their bodies.

"Poor Dao Fuxi."

The other person also went on to declare his identity and salute with a fist at the people present.

"Boom ......"

The fourth futon suddenly glowed, attracting Nuwa Daoren, who quickly sat down, and just like the previous three, they closed their eyes and recuperated one after another.

"Damn, this girl can do it!"

Seeing this scene, Long Xuan smiled and looked around Zixiao Palace, this girl has an inside story, and the candidate has already been decided.

Fu Xi also planned to do the same, planning to sit on the fifth futon and occupy his place.

"I'm sorry everyone, but the poor road red cloud didn't come late!"

The red-robed Taoist appeared, full of strong merit power, and instinctively sat in the fifth position.

Behind Hongyun was Zhen Yuanzi, who reacted a step later and did not occupy the futon.

As for Fu Xi, he was one step slower, and the fifth futon was preempted by Hongyun, so he had to give up.

"Zhenyuan Daoyou, don't come unharmed!"

Seeing a familiar friend, Long Xuan subconsciously said hello, and the other party was confused, revealing a puzzled look.

"Dare to ask who Your Excellency is, and why do you know the name of Poor Dao?"

Zhen Yuanzi is very low-key, this is the first time he has stepped out of the desolate land, and he doesn't know Long Xuan in front of him at all.

"This seat Long Xuan, you don't understand what I said."

Long Xuan was about to explain, but finally pondered for a moment, shook his head and dispelled the thought.

He will never be able to tell the other person that I know you in the future, and that I have been favored.

"Kunpeng spreads its wings ......"

The giant shadow streaked across the sky, turned into a black-clothed Taoist, and landed directly on the sixth futon, extremely fast.

"I'm not right, what about Zhun Ti?"

Long Xuan remembered very clearly, in the end, it was the quasi-mention and the introduction that sanctified, and there was something wrong in front of him!

"The Sun in this constellation is too one."

The figure of the golden robe fell, embroidered with a three-legged golden crow, and the emperor's aura was fully displayed, exuding a powerful momentum.

"Poor Dao Sun Star Emperor Jun."

Compared with the domineering Taiyi, Di Jun is much more low-key, arching his fists slightly, and smiling at the people present.

Name: Taiyi

Strength: Half-step quasi-saint

Exercises: The True Trick of the Sun

Magic Weapon: Chaos Bell (Innate Treasure)

Introduction: Heaven and earth spiritual creatures, the three-legged golden crow contained in the world, born with the Chaos Bell in its arms, and the atmosphere is added to the body.

"Taiyiyou's mana is good."

Looking at everyone present, even if you count the three Qings, Taiyi's mana is not weak, even the strongest one.

"Who are you who are the strong people who dare to evaluate the strength of this seat?"

Taiyi stared at Long Xuan,-for-tat with him, with a strong fighting spirit, looking at Long Xuan in front of him.

"Am I strong enough?"

Long Xuan let go of his breath, and the mana of the quasi-saint powerhouse was fully displayed, shattering the sky and the earth, overpowering everyone present.

"It's so strong, it's so strong, I'm afraid this is a real quasi-saint powerhouse!"

For a while, Long Xuan was regarded by everyone as a great enemy in his life, and countless hostilities were secretly revealed.

"Wow, we're too late to pick up the big brother!"

The clothes of the two Western Daoists were broken, and they were covered in blood by the Chaos Gangfeng, and they stumbled into Zixiao Palace.

"Okay, everyone, let my two brothers sit at the front and listen to the sermon of Hongjun's seniors."

The usher had a sad face, pleading like a bitter melon, seeking the sympathy of the six people on the futon.

Sanqing is all wandering in the world, closing his eyes and recuperating, and he doesn't pay attention to it at all.

The same is true for Nuwa, who sits on top of a futon as if she has been hypnotized.

"In that case, the place of the poor road will be given to you."

Hongyun was extremely excited, and hurriedly got up and gave up the fifth futon position.

"Big brother, sit down!"

The Zhun Ti Sage was quick to move and pushed the lead to the fifth futon, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Poof......

The two joined forces and secretly sneered a handful of Kunpeng Dao people, causing them to cough up blood and fly out upside down, freeing up the sixth futon.

"I see, that's how the Holy Throne of the West came about!"

Under Long Xuan's nose, Zhun Ti sat on the sixth futon and immediately settled down without the slightest twist and turn.

"In the Lower East Prince."

"I am the Queen Mother of the West."

A pair of men and women walked at the same time, looking at each other, their faces full of sweetness, from Penglai Immortal Island.

There are intermittent strong people coming, many of them are ordinary Da Luo Jin Immortals, and there are even true immortal powerhouses.

Long Xuan looked at it, it was almost exactly three thousand, and it was full of three thousand jade platforms.

"Sea of Blood, Styx."

The person who came was wearing a blood-colored Shura robe, with a skull embroidered on it, and his body exuded a strong bloody aura.

On his waist he carried two killing spirit treasures, the Yuan Slaughter Sword and the Ah Nose Killing Sword, both of which were innate high-grade spirit treasures.

(End of chapter)