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With Hongjun speaking, the originally tense crowd suddenly retracted their momentum, even the twelve ancestors who were above the top could only reluctantly stop in the face of Hongjun's saint-like majesty, and turned into normal human sizes one after another, and made way to the gate of Zixiao Palace.

Seeing the twelve ancestral witches give way, Emperor Juntai snorted coldly and walked inside with his head held high.

It's a pity that although the twelve ancestral witches were warned by Hongjun, when they saw Di Jun's appearance, their hearts suddenly became unhappy, and the other ancestral witches chose to walk inside side by side, just in front of Di Juntai and one or two people, and the ancestral witches also deliberately slowed down, deliberately disgusting Di Jun and the two of them, which made Di Jun resentful, but thinking that Zixiao Palace was a place for saints, he had to endure his hatred and slowly follow behind the ancestral witch.

As for the others, because they were not troubled by the ancestral witch, they stepped into the Zixiao Palace very openly.

Among them, Nuwa, under the support of Fuxi, can be said to be the first to enter the Zixiao Palace, when they saw that someone in the Zixiao Palace had already arrived first, they were stunned at first, especially the stranger who was sitting directly above not only Hongjun but also Ye Xuan, and they were a little puzzled in their hearts, but they still followed the etiquette and bowed to Hongjun first, and then after their eyes swept away, when they saw Sanqing, their eyes couldn't help but stare at each other.

The two didn't speak, but when they saw the six futons on the ground, Fu Xi and Nuwa glanced at each other, and both of them were worried in their hearts.

The location of these six futons is very mysterious, not only the closest place to Hongjun's location, but also the six such eye-catching futons in the huge Zixiao Palace, with their cultivation, they quickly realized that this was an opportunity.

So under the protection of Fuxi, Nuwa slowly sat on the fourth futon.

Originally, when Nuwa wanted her brother Fu Xi to sit on the fifth futon, she saw a sudden gust of demonic wind blowing in Zixiao Palace, and then a black shadow disappeared in the blink of an eye.

As the so-called Kun is so big, it can't be stewed in one pot...... Ahem, no.

There is a fish in the northern underworld, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; Turned into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. Flying in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky, this Kunpeng is a great power of the wilderness, and it can be turned into a kun (Caixu Kun? ), out of the water, it can turn into a Dapeng bird, and the wings are 108,000 miles away, which can be said to be the fastest power in the flood wilderness, and at this point, even Emperor Jun Taiyi's golden crow rainbow technique is far inferior to Kunpeng.

As early as when Kunpeng entered Zixiao Palace, he noticed the six futons, so he immediately occupied one of them with his terrifying speed.

Seeing that the fifth futon was occupied, Nuwa and Fu Xi frowned at the same time, and at this time, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Emperor Jun Taiyi also walked in, and both sides also set their eyes on the last futon.

Fu Xi was a little helpless in his eyes, both sides over there were not easy to mess with, on one side were the twelve ancestral witches, Pangu Zhengzong transformed by Pangu's essence and blood, and on the other side was the three-legged golden crow, the power of the demon clan, especially the emperor Jun holding the Hetuluo book, and the Taiyi holding the Donghuang Bell, the two of them were not bad, and their two brothers and sisters had already occupied a futon, so they couldn't go and grab the last one, so as not to offend everyone.

After figuring this out, Fu Xi stood behind Nuwa with a bold move, looking around at everyone with a look of daring to snatch Nuwa's position, and I would go up and fight hard.

On the other side, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Emperor Jun Taiyi both took a fancy to the last futon.

"You barbarians hurry up and get out of the way for me, I haven't settled accounts with you just now about blocking the door outside, and now you want to compete with us for a position, then don't blame me for being rude." Dijun had a fiery temper and shouted in his mouth.

"Our Twelve Ancestral Witches are the authentic Pangu Sect, and there should be one of us in this position." The fire god Zhu Rong roared, and the ancestral witches next to him were all the same enemy, and they were exactly the same in terms of momentum.

The twelve ancestral witches are all Da Luo Jin Immortals, and they work together, as if they are one, which makes Emperor Jun Taiyi and them a little headache, even Nuwa Kunpeng and a few people who just stood on the same front with them to resist the twelve ancestral witches, and now they look like they have nothing to do with themselves, after all, they have already grabbed the futon, so they naturally don't want to have more rights and wrongs, as for the three thousand powers behind them, because their own foundation and strength are not as good as those of Zu Wu and Di Jun, plus they don't know the subtleties of these six futons, so they don't intervene.

If other people know that these futons represent the position of saints, I am afraid that everyone will have to fight for their heads.

However, when Emperor Jun Taiyi was helpless and was about to fall into the downwind, Taiyi suddenly had a rush in his heart, and glanced towards Sanqing with strange eyes, and planned to cause trouble, you must know that Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestors both claim to be Pangu Zhengzong, and now that the two sides meet, I don't know what kind of sparks will be sparked.

Sure enough, Sanqing, who was originally there with the old god, after feeling the gaze of Emperor Jun Taiyi, saw that the twelve ancestors and witches were disrespectful, and they dared to call themselves Pangu Zhengzong, so obviously they didn't take them seriously.

"Presumptuous, you can't wait for a barbarian, and you dare to call Pangu authentic?" The primitive character is the most arrogant, and suddenly shouted in his mouth.

Immediately, the Tongtian Sect Master also took over the conversation, and said with a cold and arrogant face: "That is, you are just some people who don't cultivate the Yuan God and don't know the way of heaven, how can you compare with our Pangu Sanqing?" ”

Seeing that his two younger brothers had spoken, Lao Tzu sighed, secretly blamed them for being a little impulsive, as the boss of the Three Qings, Lao Tzu believed in the rule of inaction, seemed to be muddy, indifferent to anything, but was the deepest hidden person in the Three Qings, not only has great wisdom, but even the strength is the strongest, so it is easy to see that this is the Emperor Jun Taiyi's strategy to lead the way to the east.

It's a pity that the primitive they were too impulsive, and they actually gave people a target for guns, but the three Qings are one, one is prosperous and one is lost, plus the name of Pangu authenticity, conniving Lao Tzu is a little dissatisfied, but in the general direction, he still knows that he wants to stand in the same place as everyone, so he can only make mistakes, only to see Lao Tzu's cloudy eyes exuding a trace of evil, looking at the twelve ancestors, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed.

In the face of the coercion exerted by Sanqing, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not to be outdone, and instantly pointed the finger at them, and they were full of awe-inspiring anger.

At this time, three unexpected visitors walked in outside Zixiao Palace.

Two of them, one with a yellow face and thin muscles, with a sad face, the other is a little funny, with two faces, one side suffering and the other joy, as for the last person, he is as rich as jade, handsome and extraordinary, with his hands folded, but his body is full of a vast Buddha nature.

These three people are the ones who came from Xiniu Hezhou to pick up and Zhun Ti, as well as Ye Xuan's Buddha doppelganger.

After the three of them walked in, Zhun Ti instantly saw the six futons in front of him, and then saw the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Emperor Jun Taiyi competing for the last position.

"Wow...... Woowoo...... Senior brother, our Xiniu Hezhou is already in a barren and long way, but I didn't expect us to come all the way over, woo woo...... But I don't even have a seat, it's too hard. ”

Seeing Zhun Ti howling and crying, everyone in Zixiao Palace suddenly had a roar in their heads, and they were all stunned in an instant, even the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Emperor Jun Taiyi, who were originally going to scold, were speechless.

The people present are all powerful, all of them have heads and faces, which can be said to be very compelling, but they can't cry like shrews in front of the public, it's really embarrassing.

Especially when Zu Wu and Di Jun wanted to scold Zhun Ti and ask him to get out of the way, but when they saw Zhun Ti crying, the words were stuck in his throat again, and he didn't know how to say it.

Zhun Ti can be shameless, but they still have to be faced.

Therefore, the corners of everyone's mouths twitched twice, and finally flicked their sleeves and retreated with a dark hatred.

It was a tacit acquiescence to sit on the last futon.