Chapter 5 Hongjun wanders the flood

"This doesn't matter, I will invite the other Innate Divine Mansions to come out of the mountain, and when the time comes, everyone will make a move together, and that person will not be able to escape......" Hongjun nodded with a smile and replied.

Hearing this, all the ancestors were silent in thought. This matter has little to do with myself and others, and if it is involved, the cause and effect will be great. Moreover, this is the time of the calamity, and if you are not careful, you may fall into it. Therefore, everyone is a little retreating.

Of course, except for Houtu, although she also knows this, she doesn't care so much about her kindness and excess compassion. She looked at her brothers and sisters expectantly, and looked at everyone with a wry smile.

"You don't have to worry too much, there should be a glimmer of life in the calamity. Besides, on the battlefield of the three clans, the anger is soaring, isn't it better to cultivate there than you cultivate here?" Dao Ancestor Hongjun saw that everyone's faces were embarrassed, and continued to throw out an olive branch.

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes lit up. I couldn't help but think in my heart, yes! There was such a big evil qi on the battlefield of the three clans, if I could go there and others to cultivate, it would definitely be better than cultivating here. And when the time comes, so many innate gods will make a move, and if they hide a little farther, it won't be a big deal.

The other ancestors all looked at Di Jiang, and then made eye contact. I saw Di Jiang's gums biting, a firm look appeared on his face, and he said, "Okay, we promise our seniors on this matter." As long as the seniors can reconcile the three clans, then we should help the seniors deal with the provocateurs......"

"Great......" Hou Tuyu slapped his hand and said happily. As soon as she opened her mouth, the ancestors and witches laughed silently again. My sister, I really can't help her.

"In that case, then the poor road will not linger. As long as the three clans stop fighting, you can leave for the Western Continent to help the poor......" Hongjun also put away his smile and said solemnly.

"Yes! Juniors should remember!" replied Di Jiang.

Hongjun didn't reply, his figure flashed, and he disappeared. Leaving all the ancestors looking at each other and happily behind the earth, the hall fell silent again.

And Hongjun did not go far at this time, and he is now back to the top of Buzhou Mountain. It's not that he left something behind and wants to go back and get it. It's because on this Buzhou Mountain, there is also an innate god. He did not live on the top of Buzhou Mountain, like Hongjun, but on the mountainside of this Buzhou Mountain.

He was born much slower than Daozu Hongjun, about 10,000 years ago, he was born. This is not all the things on the mountain, Hongjun probably knows eighty or ninety. Therefore, when this innate great deity was born, Hongjun also knew about it.

Not only that, but even the heels of the innate god, Hongjun is also clear. The bitter bamboo, one of the ten innate spiritual roots, has reached the peak of the middle stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal, and one foot has already stepped into the late stage. Such an innate god can be regarded as a big help, Hongjun refused to let it go, and came up to invite him.

"In the great war of the flood and famine, in the midst of the calamity, the poor road is still not mixed......"

On the mountainside of Buzhou Mountain, a figure wearing a pale cyan robe looked at the direction of the battle between the three clans, and muttered with a light sigh in his mouth.

"Daoyou's words are wrong, who was spared in the calamity?"

As soon as the figure's words fell, a faint voice reached the man's ears. Hearing this, he was shocked, and his divine consciousness was shocked and shrouded here, why didn't he know that this person was coming?

The man quickly put away his frightened expression, and hugged his fist slightly towards the void, "I don't know which Taoist friend is here, and the poor Dao is polite......

As soon as Kuzhu's words fell, a figure slowly condensed in front of his eyes, it was Hongjun. And Kuzhu looked at him with a shocked face.

"Poor Dao Hongjun, I've seen Daoist friends ......," Hongjun smiled.

"What's the matter? Aren't Daoists welcoming Poor Dao?" Hongjun couldn't help but joke with a smile when he saw his shocked expression.

Hongjun's words instantly pulled back the stunned bitter bamboo, and he hurriedly hugged his fists and said, "Daoist friends are laughing, how can poor Daoists not welcome Daoyou, Daoyou here, please ......" Kuzhu led Hongjun to his own cultivation place, which was also simple, only a table and two chairs.

"I don't know what happened to Hongjun Daoyou's visit today?" Kuzhu was the first to speak, breaking the long silence between the two.

"Come and invite Taoist friends out of the mountain...... Hongjun is concise and concise, and the key meaning is expressed in one sentence.

"Invite me out of the mountain?" Kuzhu wondered. "At this time, the war between the three clans of the flood and desolation has not yet ended, and the tribulation has not yet ended, isn't it to find ......death when you go out of the mountain at this time," Kuzhu shook his head and said.

"Daoist friend is wrong in what he said, who was spared in the tribulation? Except for the ethereal holy realm, everyone is in the tribulation, how can they escape?" Hongjun said.

"This ......" Kuzhu lost his mind for a while, and what Hongjun said seemed to have some truth.

Hongjun saw that the bitter bamboo was shaken, and he continued, "Although the calamity is terrifying, but in danger, when there is a glimmer of life, it depends on whether the Taoist friends want to grasp it......

"Oh?" said Kuzhu in surprise. This is the first time he has heard such a theory, and Hongjun patiently explained it to him, 'fooling' him, so that he was stunned, and immediately promised him to go out of the mountain. Of course, it was when he declared war on Rahu.

"Then there will be Lao Daoyou...... Hongjun hugged his fists slightly.

Seeing this, Hongjun Xiuwei was much taller than himself, and since he pleaded like this, he also clenched his fists to himself. As if he had found a confidant, he replied with a firm face, "Don't worry, when the time comes, the poor Daoist will help the Daoist......"

"Okay, then the poor Dao won't bother Daoist Qingxiu, farewell!" Hongjun said goodbye, and as soon as the words fell, the person had disappeared.

"Fellow Daoist, go slowly!" Kuzhu hugged his fist at the void. Then, he looked in the direction of the flood wilderness, and after a while, he slowly spit out a sentence from his mouth, "The flood wilderness, it's time for me to take a look at the bitter bamboo......

After Hongjun left from Buzhou Mountain, he went in the other direction of the flood wilderness. That direction is the place where he later stood, Yujing Mountain.

Hongjun's speed at this time is extremely fast, after all, he is in the late stage of the quasi-saint at this time, and he has a lot of speed and flying skills in hand, so his speed is naturally fast. Within a few days, Hongjun saw a big mountain from afar, the mountain was like a sea of potential, Weining Yaohai, what was indescribable was a momentum. And there are many strange rocks on the mountain, cutting the wall and the strange peaks. There are also longevity deer fairy foxes in the forest, there are spirit birds and cranes on the trees, Yao grass and strange flowers are not grateful, green pines and cypresses are elusive. A ravine vine is dense, and the grass of the original embankment on all sides is new.

As soon as he saw this Yujing Mountain, Hongjun was also fascinated by the scenery of this fairy mountain, and involuntarily said, "Good Mountain...... Compared with Buzhou Mountain, this mountain has less of the general trend and coercion of Buzhou Mountain, and more charming scenery. He also stopped admiring the scenery and went straight to the mountain.

On this immortal mountain, there is also an innate spiritual root. It was after the opening of the sky, Hongjun saw him fall here. At this time, it should also be transformed into a form, after all, if there is an innate spiritual root, which one can't be transformed into a form?

Hongjun went all the way up, and did not miss those scenery anymore. After a while, we came to the top of the mountain. There was a middle-aged man in a yellow robe, meditating with his eyes closed.

"Daoist friends are very clean here, it seems that the calamity has not affected here......" Hongjun smiled slightly on his face and approached the Dao man.

Hearing this, the man opened his eyes and looked at Hongjun approaching him, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes. He didn't even know that if he wanted to kill him, wouldn't he have fallen long ago?

Seeing this, the Taoist hurriedly got up and hugged his fist in front of Hongjun, "Poor Dao Huangzhong, I have seen Taoist friends ......"

"I've seen Huang Daoyou, poor Dao Hongjun ......" Hongjun slightly returned the fist.

"I wonder what you're here for?" Huang Zhong asked. He didn't believe that Hongjun would come to him if he had nothing to do, and he didn't believe it.

Hearing this, Hongjun, his eyes swept over Huang Zhong. And Huang Zhong looked at Hongjun's eyes, and his heart couldn't help but be furious. Under such eyes, it seems that everything in his heart has to be seen clearly by the other party.

Under Hongjun's perception, he also knew this person's heels and cultivation. Huang Zhongli, one of the top ten innate spiritual roots, is the cultivation of the late stage of Da Luo Jin Xian, and he can break through as long as the opportunity comes.

Hongjun smiled slightly and said, "Fellow Daoists don't need to be afraid, the poor Dao has no other meaning...... Next, Hongjun moved out his set of rhetoric of 'fooling' Kuzhu, and it didn't take long to get Huang Zhong done. Then he got up and said goodbye to Huang Zhong and headed towards the northern continent.

This time, the person Hongjun was going to invite was not an ordinary person. It is the Sanqing Taoist who is transformed by the Pangu Yuan God, the three Qings of one gas, Lao Tzu, the primordial Tianzun, and the Tongtian Taoist. As Pangu's obsession, Hongjun naturally wants to take care of the innate god mansion incarnated by his own deity.

Kunlun Mountain, on the top of the mountain, Sanqing Cave.

"Big brother, have you touched the threshold of the quasi-saint?" In the cave, three middle-aged men sat opposite each other, and among them, a man with a rough and bold face asked a man with a seemingly inactive face. This man is the Taoist of Tongtian, and the person who is not a Taoist is Lao Tzu, and the remaining person is the Primordial Tianzun.

Lao Tzu opened his eyes, shook his head and said, "No, I have comprehended for my brother for a long time, but I still haven't been able to break through ......."

Hearing this, both of them were pensive. His eldest brother has broken through to the late stage of Da Luo Jinxian for nearly a hundred years, and he still hasn't been able to touch the threshold of quasi-sainthood, so won't it take him longer in this middle stage?

"Cultivation is a one, you can't be in a hurry, you can't be in a hurry," Lao Tzu said with a faint smile on his inaction...... face.

"Hehe, the heart is good, the Tao is inactive, but there is a way out......"

A voice suddenly came, and the primitive face changed, and he shouted, "Who is ......it?"

"Hehe!" As soon as the original voice fell, a figure slowly appeared at the entrance of the Sanqing Cave, not Hongjun but who it was. Seeing Hongjun, primitively, somehow, his original angry emotions disappeared without a trace, and the person felt a little kind to himself, but he couldn't understand this.

Lao Tzu's cultivation is the highest, and he knows the horror of coming. There was no fluctuation of mana on that person's body, but Lao Tzu clearly felt the surging mana of that person, and compared to him, the cultivation of his Da Luo Jin Immortal was like a laughing wave in the sea.

"I've seen my predecessors, I don't know what my predecessors are here for?" Lao Tzu instantly regained his inactive expression, bowed his hand slightly, and then said lightly. Hearing this, the primordial and heavenly were shocked. If you can make your eldest brother a senior, then you must at least be a quasi-saint if you cultivate it! Could it be that this person in front of him is already ......

The two also hurriedly followed Lao Tzu to salute. Then he also looked at Hongjun with a curious face, wanting to know the purpose of his visit.

"Hehe! Poor Dao is here, just to invite the three of you out of the mountain, the outside world, there is your chance......" Hongjun laughed softly.

"Oh?" the three of them said in surprise. But then I thought about it, since I was born, I have been cultivating in Kunlun Mountain, and I have never gone out a step, and at this time, my cultivation has become a bottleneck, maybe the outside world really has a relationship. It's just that the war of the three clans is not over yet.

Hongjun saw that the three of them were still a little hesitant, and immediately explained to them what they were asking them to go out of the mountain. and told him that as long as the culprit who provoked the war between the three clans was solved, not only would there be no cause and effect, but also merit. Hearing this, Sanqing's eyes lit up, and he immediately promised Hongjun to come out of the mountain when the time came to help him.

And Hongjun, after solving the problem of Sanqing, also went down the mountain, continued to wander the wilderness, and tried to invite more congenital gods, when the time comes, the chances of winning are also greater, after all, Rahu is not an ordinary person, he is an innate demon, and his cultivation is not under himself, so he has to do everything possible......

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