Qing Xuan saw the pair of Taiyin goddesses whose good reputation has been passed down to future generations, they are not too conspicuous among the innate sacred, and their cultivation realm is not outstanding, they are not among the top, and they are not at the bottom.

There is nothing to say about the appearance, no matter what the innate divine is, the transformed Dao body can be called perfect, and the Great Dao is created, and the heaven and earth are beautiful.

In terms of appearance and posture alone, no one is worse than the other.

For the innate sacred, the beauty that pays more attention is not in the appearance, but in the avenue.

These two Taiyin goddesses have similar rhymes, but their temperaments are completely different, one is graceful and generous, and the other is cold and innocent.

And what they have in common can also be seen at a glance, they have a feminine beauty that comes from the Great Dao, which should be directly related to their origin.

The innate divine itself is not sensitive to the difference between men and women, but when they see these two, they will make people clearly aware of the difference between yin and yang.

I see, for the innate divine, this is indeed a beauty that will be noticed.

And if it is coupled with the bonus brought by the identity, it is not difficult to understand that its reputation is better than that of other desolate women.

It's a pity that in Qing Xuan's opinion, it is commonplace, and it doesn't give him a sense of surprise, because these two bUff bonuses are ineffective against him.

"How?" The man next to him asked softly, looking at him.

"That's it, general." Qing Xuan told the truth, in his eyes, these two were no different from other women's innate sacredness.

Qinglian turned her head, not interested in paying attention to others anymore.

No matter how great the supernatural powers in the legends of later generations are, it seems that they don't need to care too much at this time, and the innate divine beings present can not threaten their existence.

At this time, Qing Xuan's eyes turned and looked at the gate of Zixiao Palace, two figures Shanshan came here, but it was the two who he had been caring about a little bit arrived.

It's coming, it's coming! Are you going to stage a drama of begging for a futon? Qing Xuan faintly looked forward to it, after all, it was not a big deal to watch the excitement.

At the same time, he also saw the strangeness of the two of them, they had a lot of merits, and the cultivation realm was not bad.

This kind of cultivation is roughly at the same level as the Three Qing Emperor Jun Taiyi, and they are even faintly stronger.

Among the innate sacreds present, except for Qing Xuan and the others, I am afraid that only the merits of Zhen Yuanzi can be compared.

Qing Xuan made a special trip to Wuzhuang Guan to return the book of the earth, and at that time he had already confirmed that the merits and dividends of Zhen Yuanzi were not low.

Qing Xuan was watching the two of them, but he saw the two of them looking around at the door of the main hall, as if they were annoyed that they were late.

Then the two of them blended into the innate sacred, and kept drilling forward.

Obviously, when he came, he was forced to the front by them, and the means of receiving it were quite interesting, coupled with the secret use of a trace of the power of the innate bitter bamboo, which can seal the six senses of people.

Those innate sacredness were in an imperceptible trance, and the two of them took the opportunity to get to the front.

There is a gap between the innate sacredness of each other, so that there will not be a rush to buy like the supermarket discount in later generations.

Leaving a gap is everyone's tacit understanding, and there is not a small gap between each other.

But these two people didn't have any self-consciousness and ran directly to the front row.

After looking at it for a while, he immediately found a place to sit down by himself, which made the place instantly become a little crowded.

Didn't come to grab a futon? Qing Xuan retracted his gaze, and the most exciting drama in Zixiao Palace was gone.

The two of them just forcibly occupied the position in the front row, which can be regarded as cutting in line, right?

However, except for the six futons placed in Zixiao Palace, there was nothing left, and there were no seats, and everyone just consciously sat on the ground at a distance.

Hongyun pulled his friend Zhen Yuanzi back to make the gap wider, and the two of them sat down there.

Seeing that all the innate saints had found a place to sit down, the hall was quiet, and everyone was waiting for Hongjun to appear.

At this time, there was another voice outside Zixiao Palace, and the voice was not small.

"This is what Zixiao Palace? It's hard to find this bird place, but it's been reached! A majestic voice complained unpleasantly.

"It's just, I don't know what to think, I live in this kind of place, there's nothing, won't it be boring? It's still comfortable to stay on the desolate land. A voice echoed the sound of the urn.

"Zhu Rong, Gonggong, shut up for me! Along the way, you talk a lot, and then chirp and complain, believe it or not, I will beat you up first, and throw you two back to the desolate land from here! ”

"Yes yes yes! I'm willing to take action for my big brother! ”

"Me too!"

"Be quiet, too!"

“......”

As the noisy voices came, one after another figures entered through the gate and appeared in the innate divine vision.

There were twelve people in total, ten big men and two women.

One after another, eyes fell on them, and these twelve people, whether they were dressed in their own clothes or in their aura of Dao rhyme, were completely different from them, and they seemed a little out of place.

But there is one thing that makes the hearts of the innate saints feel slightly cold, and they all feel a trace of pressure on these twelve people.

Qing Xuan's eyes were also looking at the twelve people, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The strength of these Twelve Ancestral Witches was somewhat beyond his expectations, he originally thought that the cultivation realm of the Twelve Ancestral Witches at this time should be similar to that of the innate saints, but this was not the case.

The cultivation of the Twelve Ancestral Witches is more than that of the Innate Sacred, and the gap is not small.

Judging from the breath, the average cultivation realm of these twelve ancestral witches is actually close to the level of the middle stage of Da Luo, and the strongest of them will not be weaker than the real middle stage of Da Luo.

The other party's breath is undisguised, and it is easy to judge the depth.

Is it so strong? How did the two brothers fight with them?

Well, it seems that the twelve ancestors in the early stage were beating the two brothers of Dijun?

After thinking about it for a while, Qing Xuan figured out the reason, but felt that there was nothing incomprehensible about the current Twelve Ancestors Wu Cultivation.

If they were really in the same realm with the innate gods at the moment, these ancestral witches would not be able to compete with the innate gods directly.

After all, after Hongjun Zixiao Palace preached, the cultivation speed of the innate saints would inevitably increase significantly, and the benefits they would get were immeasurable.

But the Twelve Ancestors do not have such an opportunity, they are not strong at the moment, where can they still support it in the later stage? will be hanged.

It's just that he is a little depressed, what did these twelve ancestral witches eat to grow up, and the strongest ones are not much worse than him and Qinglian.

And the other party is still twelve, and he can't be provoked at all, who can withstand this beating? Sure enough, the tattoos are not easy to mess with.

It seems that it is not easy to go to Pangu Palace, and I don't know if the ancestral witches are not as easy to fool as the legendary Tie Hanhan.

Qing Xuan looked at the two women among the twelve ancestral witches, who should be the Houtu and Xuanming.

He quickly confirmed which one was Houtu, because the aura of the two was very different.

A woman who looks quite delicate is indeed a little weak in the middle of a group of big men.

But the aura on this woman's body is the heaviest, and it has nothing to do with weakness at all.

"What are you looking at?"

The red-haired big man stared at him like a flame, and said to the innate saints.

And the woman standing not far from him raised her leg and kicked him, glared at him, and the ancestor who was suspected of Zhurong stopped talking, and subconsciously moved to the side.

Seeing this, the corners of Qing Xuan's eyes jumped, the most gentle ancestral witch? How did he feel that Zhu Rong was a little afraid of Houtu? And the kicking action is smooth, in one go, it's not too skilled.

The most gentle, it doesn't seem to be so gentle.

The innate saints frowned, but no one said anything, and silently withdrew their gaze.

I can't afford to mess with it, I really can't afford to mess with it, and these guys don't look like reasonable people at first glance.

"Big brother. Where do we sit? An urn-clad voice asked.

"Of course it's sitting in the front, can't you sit in the back?" Another voice replied.

"Yes, yes, what are you listening to so far away? Let's go ahead! ”

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