Chapter Twenty-Seven: Kunpeng Goes to the Eight Views Palace

"Emperor of Heaven, Nuwa Niangniang has broken with my demon clan, she doesn't need to ask there, as for Lao Tzu Sage, I will personally go later......"

After hearing Di Jun's words, Kunpeng replied.

"Well, it's up to you...... Stand down!" Dijun waved his hand.

"Emperor Haotian, the four poles of grace ......"

Everyone bowed down and retreated, Bai Ze took a deep look at Kunpeng, and then left.

When Taiyi saw the appearance of the two of them, he was also a little aware of it, but he didn't say much, as long as it was controlled within a controllable range, things would be fine and would not develop in a bad direction.

Taiyi arched his hand towards Di Jun, and also left the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, leaving Di Jun to sit on the throne alone, looking at the hall in a daze.

The Terrans, in fact, have long had the idea of destroying them in his heart, because the Terrans are very close to the Wu Clan in the desolation, and both sides have their own help, and they also intermarry with each other.

It's just that at that time, the Terran was still within Nuwa's shelter period, and the Terran didn't have any other big things to make him murderous.

He also thought that after he solved the Wu Clan, he would settle accounts with the Terrans.

But now, a great temptation is in front of him, as long as the people of the demon clan devour the flesh and blood of the human race, they can improve the overall strength of the demon clan, but this alone can't seduce his ambition.

In his heart, only the one who used enough Terran souls to forge a weapon that was enough to slaughter the ancestral witch, and this was the only reason for seducing his ambition and his murderous intent.

"Terran ......" Di Jun whispered softly, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "Even if I want to damage the luck of my demon clan, I will destroy the ...... of the witch clan first."

Crippling the human race will inevitably damage the luck of the demon clan, and the luck of the demon clan, although it is very important to the demon clan, but if you can take this opportunity to eliminate the great trouble of the witch clan, then the demon clan can get the luck of the demon clan, heaven and earth, for the demon clan.

At that time, there will be endless qi luck gathering, not to mention recovering the damaged qi luck, and it will increase a lot.

Di Jun stood up, his eyes looked coldly at a certain place in the chaos, and he didn't say a word for a long time, but his gaze became colder and colder, as if he was in the middle of an abyss.

"Hmph!" Di Jun snorted coldly in his mouth, pinched a sun purple pole golden fire in his hand, and slammed it on the floor, smashing the floor into four folds, crawling like spider webs, and he threw off his robe.

Honghuang, Shouyang Mountain, under the Eight Views Palace.

"Huh!"

The space shook slightly, and a slender figure suddenly appeared, with a dusty temperament, with a knife-like face, and a gray robe with a bit of fairy wind and bones.

The man looked up at a splendid palace standing on the mountain, his face was contemplative, his eyes flashed, as if something was brewing, his brows were furrowed, but there seemed to be a fierce light hidden between his eyebrows.

After a while, the man's frowning brows stretched, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly, "Lao Tzu really deserves to be the first disciple of Hongjun to sit down, this cultivation is really terrifying......"

Yes, this person is Kunpeng who came from Heavenly Court, but as soon as he came over, he felt the coercion of Lao Tzu's sage, as if it was aimed at him, but it was not the kind that wanted to kill him.

Fortunately, he is also a master of the peak of the middle stage of the quasi-saint, and he quickly adapted to this kind of coercion of the saint who did not want to put him to death, but Ren Ran had palpitations, and at the same time admired Lao Tzu's strength.

After thinking about the rhetoric clearly, Kunpeng dodged and headed towards the Eight Views Palace.

"Heavenly Court Demon Master Kunpeng, ask to see the Taiqing Sage......"

Kunpeng was outside the palace, bowed respectfully to the Eight Views Palace, and said loudly.

Although he didn't want to do this in his heart, but the number of courtesies, he still had to do enough, after all, he came to ask Lao Tzu's opinion, as the saying goes, reach out and don't hit the smiling person, he has done enough, even if Lao Tzu does not agree to the request, it will not put him to death.

"Squeak!"

The thick and grand door of the Eight Views Palace slowly opened, and then, an ethereal voice sounded in Kunpeng's ears, "It turned out to be Kunpeng Daoyou, please come in!"

"Thank you, Taiqing Sage......" Kunpeng arched his hand again, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and then slowly walked in.

Walking through a silent corridor, you will come to the main hall of the Eight Views Palace, above the high platform clouds, Lao Tzu sits on the Taiji diagram, and when he sits down, there is a young man, who is his only disciple, the Grand Master of Xuandu.

"Heavenly Court Demon Master Kunpeng, I have seen the Taiqing Sage......" Kunpeng bowed to Lao Tzu again.

"Fellow Daoists are not more polite!" Lao Tzu's voice was a little low, but there was a bit of an ethereal feeling, as if it came from all directions, secretly in line with the way of heaven.

Kunpeng was secretly frightened in his heart, and his face remained unchanged, "Kunpeng came today to ask the Taiqing Sage for something, and I hope that the Sage will be fulfilled......"

"The deity already knows what you are here for. Lao Tzu said lightly.

"What does that sage mean......" Kunpeng's face changed slightly, and he looked at Lao Tzu and said.

Lao Tzu didn't open his eyes to look at him from beginning to end, only to see him raise his hand slightly, seeing his movements, Kunpeng was nervous in his heart, for fear that Lao Tzu would make a move, and the next second, I saw Lao Tzu pinching his fingers and counting.

After a few breaths, Lao Tzu's eyes finally opened, and he looked at Kunpeng, Gujing Wubo's eyes seemed to be a boundless avenue, and his deep and bright eyes seemed to have a magic power, which made people fall into it at a glance, but fortunately, Kunpeng's cultivation was high enough and was not affected.

"You can do it, but there is a little ......"

"Saints, please say, the poor way must be obeyed......

"After all, the human race was born in response to the way of heaven, and under the way of heaven, the human race cannot be extinct, so although the demon race can do this, it cannot be done, and the human race should leave the blood...... "Lao Tzu's eyes were yin and yang, constantly evolving, looking at Kunpeng and said slowly.

"Sage rest assured, the human race is the foundation of the sage's religion, and it is a race born of the Heavenly Dao, naturally it cannot be extinct, the demon race is just doing some 'little things', naturally it will not harm the human race......" Kunpeng's face became extremely flattering, and a smile on his face.

"Well, that's the case, then you can go!" Lao Tzu waved his hand.

"Kunpeng retires!"

As soon as Kunpeng gave up his hand, before he could react, he found that he had appeared outside the Eight Views Palace, and he was once again amazed by Lao Tzu's methods.

Looking at the plaque on the door of the Eight Views Palace, Kunpeng smiled coldly.

He didn't expect that things would go so smoothly, the leader of the Human Sect actually agreed to let his demon clan slaughter the human race, but he couldn't imagine it, but no matter what, things were going according to his plan, which he was very satisfied with, only to see his figure flash and disappear.

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