The desolate world

Thirty-three days away, in front of the Chaos Zixiao Palace, countless innate gods gathered here.

Kunpeng Ancestor was high-crowned and eloquent, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he stared at the gate of Zixiao Palace tightly.

"After traveling to the desolate world for so long, I finally waited for Hongjun Dao Ancestor to preach for the first time!"

Kunpeng's mood fluctuated slightly, he had traveled through the desolate world until now, hundreds of thousands of years had passed, and his cultivation had been stuck in the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and he had not been able to break through.

And in the entire desolate world, the cultivation of most living beings is like this, and in the era when the Dao is not obvious, the path of cultivation is difficult, and it is difficult to improve.

However, with Hongjun Daozu speaking, everything will change.

And the moment that Kunpeng has been waiting for is finally coming.

This scene in front of him is the Zixiao Palace, which is very important to Kunpeng!

And even more important than preaching is this first battle for the throne!

"It is rumored that Kunpeng gave up the fifth futon, so he missed the Holy Throne, since I was reborn as Kunpeng, this kind of thing will never be allowed to happen!"

A sharp light shone in Kunpeng's eyes, and a powerful aura suddenly spread, attracting the Sanqing Ancestor next to him to glance sideways.

"In the desolate world, the most important thing is chance, this disciple of Hongjun Dao Ancestor is chance, and that Hongmeng purple qi is also chance!"

Kunpeng is determined to get the quota of Dao Ancestor's disciples and the quota of the Holy Throne!

The desolate world is full of great gods, and no one dares to say that they can beat others, so what everyone is fighting for is this opportunity!

Kunpeng had already understood this truth, so he would never give up this opportunity again.

In Kunpeng's original trajectory of fate, it was precisely because he gave up this opportunity that he lost the opportunity, falling behind one step and falling behind step by step.

It is precisely because of this that after Kunpeng abdicated in Zixiao Palace, he was destined to be a tragedy.

And in this life, Kunpeng will never give up the holy position again, not only will he not give up the holy position, but he will also fight for the title of the chief disciple!

Just as Kunpeng was pondering, the door of Zixiao Palace squeaked and slowly opened.

Haotian Boy and Yaochi Virgin pushed open the door of Zixiao Palace and walked out.

"Senior brothers, the time has come, the eldest lord is invited!"

A crisp and sweet voice sounded, but before the words fell, the Kunpeng Ancestor had already turned into a gust of wind in an instant, and rushed into the Zixiao Palace first!

Dapeng rode the wind one day and soared up to 90,000 miles!

Kunpeng Ancestor was unparalleled in speed, he conjured up Tianpeng's true body in the air, and the method of shaking the body was expanded to the extreme.

Infinite wind currents converge under the wings, like a flash of light, in an instant!

The corners of Taiqing Ancestor's eyes twitched, and he secretly said in his heart, "Kunpeng is despicable!", but he didn't have time to care about these, Sanqing turned into Qinghui at the same time, and instantly chased after Kunpeng Ancestor.

At this time, the Kunpeng Ancestor took the lead, step by step, his wings of the clouds flapped, and he tried his best to fly.

"The position of the chief of Zixiao Palace may not be too clear!

Kunpeng's eyes were shining, and he used his skills to escape with all his might, and he swayed forward.

However, this Zixiao Palace is not a mundane place, it seems to be close at hand, but it is as far away as the end of the world!

"Fold the space! My wings flapped, and I traveled 880,000 miles in an instant, but this has passed three breaths, but I haven't reached those six futons yet!"

Kunpeng was frightened, but he was also flying as hard as he could at this time, and he didn't dare to be distracted and think too much about it.

"Boom!"

The wind was howling, lightning and thunder were roaring, and all kinds of visions appeared in the void, and he turned into a streamer, flapping his wings and flying high, and disappeared in an instant.

"It's here!"

Kunpeng was ecstatic, he retracted his wings, turned into a Dao body again, and fell towards the first futon!

"Boom!"

However, at this moment, the three shocks flickered, and the Sanqing Ancestor actually came first, a line earlier than Kunpeng, and the Taiqing Ancestor steadily occupied the chief position!

Yuan Shi Tianzun and Tongtian Dao people were also side by side, and their three brothers occupied the three futons in the lead.

Kunpeng couldn't be surprised, his figure flickered, and he was already sitting on the fourth futon.

At this time, followed by a burst of wind and clouds, the sky was full of wind and clouds, water and fire, and the red cloud ancestor who had been transformed by the first innate fire cloud was already sitting on the fifth futon.

At this time, only the last futon was left, and the great god Fuxi saw that Dijun and Taiyi were faster than their brother and sister.

If this continues, the two brothers and sisters will definitely have no chance with the futon.

Fu Xi put his heart sideways and pushed a palm on his sister Nuwa, who got Fu Xi's help, she jumped forward with all her might, and was sent to the sixth futon by Fu Xi.

Six futons, all of which are now full.

Although the Demon Emperor Jun and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi were dissatisfied, their strength was not good, but they couldn't blame others.

When Kunpeng saw that all six futons had a home, he closed his eyes and recuperated and did not talk to the other monks.

Despite the bustle in Zixiao Palace, Kunpeng Ancestor seemed to be not in the game at all.

In Zixiao Palace, many innate gods came one after another, these are the first batch of gods after the opening of the heavens, and they are all people of great opportunity.

Kunpeng silently transported the "Joyful Heart Sutra", which is a secret technique that he has been practicing for many years.

A burst of cold meaning came out faintly, and the aura of heaven and earth slowly converged into the Kunpeng Ancestor's body.

This made Kunpeng, who was already a little cold, even more arrogant.

Even in this Zixiao Palace, Kunpeng Ancestor did not forget to practice.

Next to Kunpeng was the Tongtian Daoist, the Tongtian Daoist had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his aura was magnificent, looking like a young man of one or twenty years old.

The Tongtian Dao people felt the flow of spiritual energy around them, and instantly sensed that the Kunpeng Ancestor had actually fallen into cultivation.

This discovery made the Tongtian Daoist have a good impression of Kunpeng Old Ancestor, and he couldn't help but restrain his mind and also run his Shangqing Heart Sutra.

If any monk wants to succeed, he must make corresponding efforts, even if it is Sanqing and Kunpeng, if they want to go further, they must work a hundred times harder.

It is precisely because of this that a pretentious Tongtian will have a sense of identification with Kunpeng who has worked so hard.

However, just as Kunpeng was immersed in cultivation, he suddenly felt that someone pulled the corners of his clothes and forcibly removed Kunpeng Ancestor from his cultivation state.

Interrupting other people's practice is a big taboo among monks!

Kunpeng's eyes showed a cold light, and he opened a pair of starry eyes, and in his eyes, there was a face full of gentle smiles.

"Kunpeng Daoyou, my two brothers have come from far away from the West, and they have been bumpy and tired all the way, can you borrow a seat from Daoyou?"

The quasi-Tidao man looked easy-going, with a pleading look, looking very pitiful, and people couldn't help but want to help him.