The Heavens Arena, the Lich Apocalypse.

In Zixiao Palace.

When Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty wanted to understand the pros and cons of listening to the Tao, Han Gaozu also thought about it.

Therefore, even if the ethereal Daoyin is like a peerless beauty, scratching his head at him, Han Gaozu can only grit his teeth and try his best to resist.

Meantime.

He also looked around, looking for a way to escape.

He preached and preached for 3,000 years, and he did not know about this matter at all, otherwise he would never have come to listen to the sermon in his own body.

Look around.

Hanzhongzong Liu Xun couldn't resist it, his whole body and mind were immersed in the ocean of three thousand laws, and his realm was also advancing by leaps and bounds.

Golden Immortals!

Taiyi Golden Immortal!

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Liu Che, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, as if he was immersed in listening to the sermon, or perhaps he was simply sleeping.

Meanwhile.

Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Zhen Yuanzi and other great supernatural beings all have different expressions.

Someone looked up to the sky and laughed!

Someone howled and cried!

Someone looks like a madman!

Taiqing, primitive, Tongtian, is no exception, among them, Taiqing, who has the best qualifications, seems to have broken through the Da Luojin Wonderland.

After Hongjun Daozu preached, he opened his eyes, glanced at everyone, closed his eyes with satisfaction, and couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart.

If he knew this was the case, why did he bother to talk about it?

It's a pity that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were driven out of Zixiao Palace by him, and it was destined to be a reincarnated Houtu Ancestral Witch, and it was difficult to become holy.

That's when it happened.

Hongjun Dao Ancestor opened his eyes suddenly, and his divine thoughts poked out, swept over the bodies of the great supernatural powers, and secretly said in his heart:

"No, the number of people is not right!

"Counting the twelve ancestral witches, it should be exactly three thousand, how come there are two thousand nine hundred and ninety-three people who listen to the sermon now?"

"Why are there five more?"

After Hongjun Dao Ancestor finished counting the number of people, he was taken aback again, and the number of people who heard the Tao turned out to be 2,994 people, and there was one more?!!

Subsequently.

Hongjun Dao Ancestor, who did not believe in evil, continued to count the number of people.

Meanwhile.

in the corner.

Dressed in disguise, Li Shimin and Li Jiancheng were two brothers, seeing that Hongjun Daozu did not notice it, they glanced at each other, and they all entered the state of listening.

Not far away.

Zhu Qiyu, who was born with a divine eye and a majestic temperament, mixed with a little indifference, blended in the crowd with his true face.

When I listened to the sermon, I looked around and looked around, full of nostalgia.

……

The world of the gods.

Ming Taizong Zhu Di frowned, stared at Zhu Qiyu on the live broadcast interface, and muttered to himself:

"Wasn't Qi Yu demoted to the Three Realms by his father? How could he suddenly appear in Zixiao Palace? ”

"Could it be that they can't bear to see Qi Yu suffer? So secretly sent him to the Lich Apocalypse? ”

"It shouldn't be, why do I feel that this Qi Yu is a little weird?"

Ming Prince Zhu Biao said with some amusement:

"Okay, fourth, don't worry about these trivial matters, listen to the sermon with peace of mind."

Ming Taizong Zhu Di came back to his senses, nodded, and listened carefully to Daozu's preaching.

Look around.

In the palace, a water mirror manifests the picture of Daozu's preaching in Zixiao Palace.

Xu Da, the Duke of Wei, Lan Yu, the general of the conquest, and other generals of various dynasties of the Ming Dynasty all listened attentively to the Taoist ancestor's preaching.

Even.

The voice of Daozu's preaching is still echoing in the entire city, and the more than 100,000 elites of the Ming Dynasty who listen to it are fascinated.

At the edge of the city, a large array that covered the divine thoughts was slowly moving, blocking the exploration of the divine thoughts of the great supernatural powers.

The backyard of the mansion.

Zhu Di, the king of Yan, entangled Yunxiao, Bixiao, and Qiongxiao, asking about the Golden Turtle Island.

……

The other side.

Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty, Cao Cao, Emperor Wu of Wei, and Fusu, the Prince of Qin, also learned from the practice of Zhu Biao, the prince of the Ming Dynasty.

Time.

The chat group interface was strangely quiet, and no one spoke for a long time.

……

The Heavens Ring.

The chaotic times at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

"Buzz"

The pitch-black space passage rotates slowly.

Han Shizu Liu Xiu stepped out, greeted Ming Sizong and Tang Xuanzong, and said with a wry smile:

"You two have worked hard to take care of you here."

Ming Sizong Zhu Youzhen picked up the spirit fruit in front of Tang Xuanzong, tasted it, and asked:

"Han Shizu, why are you here?"

"Let's talk about it first, if there is any conspiracy and calculation, give up as soon as possible, Tang Xuanzong's cultivation is profound, and you can't be your enemy."

"Moreover, today's Han Dynasty is controlled by others everywhere, don't think about blackmailing the prince to make the emperor."

To be honest, in these turbulent times at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Ming Sizong had a rare relaxation.

There is no need to think about the major affairs of governing the government and government, and there is no need to think about what to rob and improve your cultivation.

Tang Xuanzong Li Chen said thoughtfully:

"Wait, Han Shizu, shouldn't you be here to pick up Liu Ying, and Liu will go back to the country according to them?"

"Your Han Dynasty, has it really reached such a point?"

Today's Liu Ying and Liu Ju are all children, and if they are released to lead troops to fight, they are messing around.

Unless, go back to their dynasty, as the crown prince, and temporarily take over the government!

Han Shizu Liu Xiu nodded with a wry smile and said truthfully:

"Yes, I do think so, the Gaozu Dynasty, the Yuanjia Dynasty, the emperor and the crown prince are not there, the court is empty, and there will be chaos for a long time!"

Ming Sizong and Tang Xuanzong glanced at each other, nodded, and said:

"Okay, then you can look for it."

"By the way, you remember to change your appearance, find a suitable excuse, and take them away, don't make Zhu Chongba suspicious."

Han Shizu Liu Xiu nodded and flew towards the deep mountain courtyard.

……

The Heavens Arena, the Lich Apocalypse.

Chaos.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Twelve streams of light swept through the calm chaos and slammed towards the desolate land.

A certain moment.

A huge shield blocked the path of the twelve streamers.

"Boom Boom"

I saw that the shield glowing with fairy light, which was obviously extraordinary, was easily smashed into pieces like papier-mâché.

When the new ancestor Wang Mang saw this scene, he had no choice but to endure the pain and cut his love, activate the many formations, and finally intercept the twelve streamers after a lot of hard work.

Enthusiastically:

"Dijiang Ancestral Witch, are you all right?"

Dijiang Ancestor Wu raised his head in confusion, glanced at the chaos around him, his mind was still a little confused, and muttered:

"Er, where is this? How did we get here? ”

Candle Jiuyin covered his dizzy head and scolded:

"Phew, what a bullshit saint actually played these tricks and drove us out of Zixiao Palace."

"Big brother, if we don't take revenge, those rats don't know how they will despise us in the future!"

Zhu Rong Zuwu, who was the most irritable, said angrily:

"Big brother, let's shoot!"

"What about the saints? This desolate land belongs to Pangu the Father! How can you let the Chaos Demon God take it away!! ”

Dijiang Ancestor Wu slapped him over, fanned Candle Jiuyin and Zhu Rong, who were constantly shouting, and scolded:

"Can you shut up! Let me take my time! ”

The new ancestor Wang Mang looked at the scene in front of him with some disbelief.

These vulgar barbarians are really Da Luo Jinxian? Why doesn't it look like it?

Could it be that he stopped the wrong person?

That's when it happened.

A soft voice sounded in the ears of the new ancestor Wang Mang:

"Houtu, thank you for the rescue."

(End of chapter)

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