Others were afraid that Zixiao Palace was secretly dangerous, and they were worried that there was fraud in it, but Wu Ming did not have this concern. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At that moment, he gave Zhen Yuanzi a look, turned into a rainbow of light, and projected towards Zixiao Palace.

Endless chaotic air currents, washing over his body.

After countless years of hard cultivation, Wu Ming is no longer Wuxia Ameng, with the Fire Cloud Palace suspended above his head, holding the scattered gourd in both hands, which is a hundred times easier than when he climbed Buzhou Mountain.

The natural hazards of the chaotic storm are no longer an obstacle.

It only took less than ten years for Wu Ming to flash around and rush in from under the three-character plaque of Zixiao Palace.

"Hey, I'm not the first!" Entering Zixiao Palace, Wu Ming raised his eyes and found that there were already four people before him.

Sanqing, headed by Lao Tzu, occupies the first three futons, and Nuwa is sitting on the fourth playing with red hydrangea.

Wu Ming looked around and found that Fu Xi was not here, so he sat on the fifth futon and asked, "Why didn't your brother come?" ”

"I don't know, my brother and I came in together, but I've been here for nearly a hundred years, and my brother doesn't know why he still hasn't appeared." Nuwa shook her head and looked very confused, and Wu Ming also frowned slightly.

He also came in through the Chaos Storm, and it only took a little more than nine years for him to come from the Chaos Border to the Zixiao Palace.

Although Fu Xi is not as fast as him, it won't take a hundred years, is it true that for different people, the distance of Zixiao Palace is not the same.

Thinking of this possibility, Wu Ming thought of Zhen Yuanzi again, and instinctively noticed that this sixth futon, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't sit down.

The feeling came very suddenly, and it was also very strong.

Wu Ming raised his head quietly and glanced at the empty futon belonging to Hongjun Ancestor in the center of the main hall.

If there is no memory of the afterlife, he will only think that it is a coincidence, but with the memory of the afterlife, he is more inclined to have a pair of invisible big hands, controlling the ownership of the holy throne, and it is not who comes early to sit in this position.

"I dare to say that the sixth person to come in is Kunpeng..."Wu Ming opened his mouth in a quiet tone, and Nuwa and Sanqing raised their heads slightly.

Three years later, the wind howled outside the main hall, and a large bird that covered the sky turned into a human form at the door.

Sanqing and Nuwa raised their eyes at the same time, only to see Kunpeng wearing a black feather coat and a black crown, and walked in with a thoughtful voice: "Where did this Hongjun Ancestor come from, I asked so many people, but none of them knew his origin, is it a natural saint?" ”

Kunpeng walked into the main hall and happened to see Sanqing and Nuwa, looking at him in surprise.

Touching his face, Kunpeng, who didn't know what was happening, sat on the sixth futon in confusion.

"Interesting, it's really Kunpeng!" The Tongtian Sect Master whispered, and subconsciously glanced at Wu Ming.

Wu Ming looked at his nose and nose, and looked at his mouth, looking like an old monk.

Nuwa couldn't sit still, looked at Kunpeng who was sitting on the holy throne, and said, "No, my brother and I entered the chaos at the same time, I have been in Zixiao Palace for a hundred years, why did my brother still not arrive, but you came later?" ”

No one answered this question, and Wu Ming remained silent.

In the next hundred years, people entered Zixiao Palace every three or five days, Fuxi entered in the third year, and Zhen Yuanzi entered in the ninth year.

When I asked, I realized that it was not Zixiao Palace that was moving, but that there was a hidden killing machine in the chaos, and Fu Xi and Zhen Yuanzi were trapped.

"Sanqing is not trapped, Nuwa is not trapped, Kunpeng and I are not trapped, why are Fuxi and Zhen Yuanzi trapped, is this really an accident?" Wu Ming is not a conspiracy theorist, but he still feels that this explanation is too far-fetched.

But these words can't be said, and even the parties concerned think it's just an accident.

Wu Ming's heart was a little messy, he wanted to pull Zhen Yuanzi to the holy throne, but Zhen Yuanzi was delayed because of this.

Could it be that the general trend of the world is really unchangeable, so is he destined to die like a red cloud, after listening to the lecture three times?

"Oh, poor me, it's a long way to the west, and it took a lot of hard work to get to Zixiao Palace, my tired legs are weak, but I don't even have a seat." Wu Ming was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a howling cry.

When I looked up, I found that the quasi-Daoist was sitting on the ground, crying with tears and snot, and the usher standing next to him also looked embarrassed.

Those who can come in at this time are all famous people in the flood wilderness, and they are not supernatural powers.

When the quasi-Daoist made such a fuss, many people looked at each other, and some people even shouted: "This senior brother is very pitiful, so it is better to give up the two futons and divide them with his senior brother." ”

You don't have to look at it, this is a person who doesn't have a backache when he stands and talks, and says that grapes are sour when he can't eat them.

Sanqing, who was sitting in the first place, lowered his head and didn't move, looking like he didn't hear it.

Nuwa heard it, but she didn't say that she gave up her seat, but looked at Zhun Ti with a smile on her face, just like watching the monkey show in later generations.

After crying for a long time, no one gave up their seats, and the quasi-Daoist opened his eyes slightly and changed his way again.

"Hongyun Daoyou, have you forgotten that on Buzhou Mountain, my senior brother has been kind to you for saving your life? Without my senior brother that time, you would have died on the mountain, how could there be any reason to come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the lectures! Now, my senior brother has come from afar, and his legs are weak, do you treat your life-saving benefactor like this, regardless of your past kindness? The quasi-Tidao man took Wu Ming's hand, and the crying voice was louder than before.

Wu Ming clenched his teeth, the grace of salvation must be repaid, but this opportunity for sanctification is only once.

In the final analysis, he is not the kind of person who would rather die himself than repay his kindness, he does not have such a high demeanor.

This time, if you give up the holy position, it is equivalent to walking the old path of Hongyun, and your death will only be in the present day.

Therefore, even if the people around him sighed and said anything, Wu Ming just didn't move, pretending that he didn't know anything.

"People don't stand without faith, we don't want this position, is a position more important than dignity?" Zhen Yuanzi is thin-skinned, and he is a good old man, and he hates iron and steel

Wu Ming himself had a hard time, and just about to say the seriousness of this, he only felt a huge force on his shoulder, and naturally left his seat.

After leaving his seat, Wu Ming hurriedly looked back, only to see that the quasi-Daoist was squeezing his eyebrows, and he didn't have to think about it to know who was pushing him.

"What, this is a robbery!" As soon as Wu Ming was about to snatch it back, Zhen Yuanzi grabbed him and walked towards the periphery without saying a word.

The quasi-Daoist got the position, and his eyebrows fluttered with a smile for a while, and he hurriedly beckoned to the guide and said, "Senior brother, come on, you are older than me, and you should sit in this position." ”

Others say that they are sure to be black, but for taking this senior brother, he is one hundred and twenty solid intentions.

Ji Yin nodded with a wry smile, he specialized in cause and effect, and he could feel the importance of this position to himself, so he spoke: "Red Cloud Daoist, the last life-saving grace was written off, and our two brothers owe you a favor." ”

After saying this, the usher sat on the futon and bowed his head in shame and chanted.

Zhun Ti saw that his senior brother had a place, and his eyes turned to Kunpeng again, waving the Bodhi tree and hitting forward, and said, "You scaly beast, how can you have the right to sit here, why don't you get out of the way quickly!" ”

Kunpeng and Zhun Ti are not related, and they were scolded in public, of course, they refused to give in.

It's a pity that Kunpeng's speed is very fast, but his cultivation is not on par with Zhun Ti, and even a little weaker.

Caught off guard, Kunpeng didn't expect Zhun Ti to make a move, so he was directly hit by the Bodhi tree and fell off the futon in embarrassment.

"Okay, if I don't have to do something, I'm really going to be underestimated by you!" Kunpeng was furious, and he was about to do it as he spoke.

It's a pity that before the two sides could fight, suddenly the door of the Zixiao Palace was closed, and a whisper followed.

"The 3,000 people in Zixiao Palace are full, and the palace gate will be closed from today onwards, and the Mixed Yuan Dao Fruit will be preached for 3,000 years."

A voice resounded in the hearts of everyone, and when they looked up, they saw that the door of the temple was closing, and there was an old man in white on the empty futon.

This old man in white had a ruddy complexion, and he couldn't sense it in his consciousness at all.

When everyone looked up at him, there was an illusion that they could not extricate themselves, but they couldn't remember what this person looked like.

"Those who don't have futons, they are separated on both sides, and the next time we start preaching on the avenue, it will still be the same." Hongjun Ancestor waved his right hand, and Kunpeng, who was about to go up to grab the position, didn't even have room to resist, and flew back into the crowd in an instant.

It's just that as soon as he made such a move, the great supernatural people present all shuddered.

Kunpeng also dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, the hatred in his eyes almost turned into flames, first he looked at Zhun Ti deeply, and then looked at Wu Ming, obviously hating both of them.