"This Zixiao Palace, after all the hardships, has finally arrived!" Zhang Ling was excited, and finally arrived at the famous Zixiao Palace.

No wonder he was excited, this Zixiao Palace was the place where Dao Ancestor Hongjun preached, and the three thousand Hongchen guests who listened to the sermon were all top powerhouses in the wilderness, or from extraordinary backgrounds, or with advanced cultivation, and they were the six great saints of later generations.

Even if Hongjun Hedao becomes the way of heaven and no longer interferes in the general trend of heaven and earth, this Zixiao Palace is still high, controlling the general trend of the desolate world.

Kong Xuan's eyes are clear, the red crown is high-spirited, and it is also a divine light looking at the saint dojo in front of him, this Zixiao Palace has no place for the slightest publicity, the entire Taoist temple is inconspicuous in the Hongmeng world, gray, there is no carved beams and paintings, golden and brilliant, but it is like a third-rate craftsman piled up with his hands, and it is difficult to enter the elegant hall.

A colorful divine light burst out from Kong Xuan's divine eyes, he had already exerted his natural power five-colored divine eyes, and all vanity would be invisible under his divine eyes.

But the Zixiao Palace in front of him still did not change under his divine eyes, and what appeared in front of Kong Xuan's eyes was the original face of Zixiao Palace, which was inconspicuous.

Zhang Ling was carried on his back by Kong Xuan, his body trembled slightly, and a gray chaotic aura emanated from him, and his divine thoughts were like electricity, sweeping across Zixiao Palace.

In this Zixiao Palace, every brick and tile, every stone and wall is all in line with the way of heaven, and there is a rhyme.

"Let's go inside. The Styx Daoist shook his white eyebrows, obviously happy in his heart, and said to Zhang Ling and Kong Xuan.

"Go together, go together. Zhang Ling responded and walked towards Zixiao Palace under Kong Xuan's back.

At the entrance of the Taoist temple, there is a pair of golden boys and girls, who look only about ten years old, like porcelain dolls, with pink makeup and jade, very cute.

Looking at the people who walked towards the door, the golden boy took two steps forward, bent down and saluted, and said respectfully: "The three of you are invited, my master is about to speak." ”

Zhang Ling's heart moved, and he said, "There are two fairy children. ”

These two were not badly expected, they should be the future Haotian God and the Queen Mother of Yaochi, who were just two little Taoist children guarding the gate of Zixiao Palace at this time.

As soon as his mind moved, two Chaos Spirit Stones appeared in front of the two Dao Tong, which he obtained in Hongmeng, which was not precious, but it was also rare, and he only had a dozen pieces.

"Seeing each other is fate, and these two stones were given to the two fairies. Zhang Ling smiled loudly and said gently.

Haotian's expression changed slightly, a little more happy and warm, he was just a little Taoist boy, his status was low, and few of the two or three thousand monks who went in before took care of him and Yaochi, let alone give gifts, but he didn't expect the Taoist who had not yet transformed in front of him to treat them so solemnly, which made him feel a kind of respect.

Although this Chaos Spirit Stone is not precious, it is not rare in the Hongmeng world, especially Haotian and Yaochi are lowly cultivated, and they cannot resist the omnipresent Chaos Aura, and they can only operate in Zixiao Palace, and without the protection of Zixiao Palace, they will be torn to pieces by the endless tyrannical Chaos Aura.

Zhang Ling gave two good-looking Chaos Spirit Stones to Haotian and Yaochi, and the slightest trace of Chaos Spiritual Qi overflowed from the Chaos Stone, intertwined into a dragon and tiger unicorn, gray and misty, and very strange.

Haotian solemnly took the Chaos Spirit Stone and said, "Thank you. Dao friendship kindness, Haotian and Yaochi will definitely remember. ”

Yao Chi tucked her skirt slightly and said, "Thank you." Saying that, he took the Chaos Spirit Stone from Haotian's hand, and his face was innocent and happy.

"Then we'll go in, two fairies, goodbye. "Zhang Ling, Kong Xuan, and Styx entered the Taoist temple.

Watching the three of them enter, Yao Chi smiled coquettishly and said to Haotian: "The Dao Master just now, although he has not yet transformed, is a good person. ”

Nodding slightly, Haotian also smiled and said, "Yes, but I don't know what he calls him, and I don't know if I can see him again in the future." ”

His expression suddenly became gloomy, and he said, "We were enlightened by the saint master, and this is the transformation. However, our cultivation is too low, and we don't even have the qualifications to enter and listen to the master's preaching. ”

"I envy the people inside. Haotian turned his gaze to Zixiao Palace, his tone was depressed, and he said slowly.

Yaochi held Haotian's little hand and comforted: "We can live in Zixiao Palace, which is already a great blessing, I don't know how many people envy it." One day, we will be randomly instructed by the saint, and we will be of infinite use. ”

Haotian's eyes were firm, his little fists were clenched, and he said, "I will definitely have some achievements!"

"Big brother, those two little Dao boys haven't even cultivated the Immortal Dao, why are you so good to them. Kong Xuan asked Zhang Ling suspiciously.

It's no wonder that when monks intersect, they pay attention to a person's cultivation from a background, and if your cultivation is advanced enough, someone will naturally respect you. If your cultivation is not advanced enough, but you are born noble, your future achievements will definitely be limitless, but if you don't have either of these things, you will not be able to win the respect of others, and there will be no possibility of fellowship.

With Kong Xuan's arrogance, ordinary people really can't see it. At the beginning, he lay on Zhang Ling's body, also because he saw that Zhang Ling was from an extraordinary background.

"We'll see for later. Zhang Ling smiled slightly and said to Kong Xuan.

No one would have imagined that after the establishment of Heavenly Court, these two little Dao boys would become the supreme of the Three Realms and Six Realms, although it is only nominal, but it should not be underestimated. After all, it belongs to the nominal supreme of the Three Realms, and if Heavenly Court occupies the great righteousness, acting in the name of Heavenly Court, it will have a lot less scruples.

Entering the Taoist temple, I found that there is a cave in it, vast and boundless, the top of the head seems to be a galaxy, there are big stars shining brightly, dazzling very much, and the foot is the boundless earth, thick and far-reaching.

There are 3,000 futons neatly placed inside, woven with unknown silk threads, with Taoist rhyme and circulation.

At this time, there were already many people in the Taoist temple, but after all, it was a saint's dojo, and no one made a loud noise, even if there were some monks who had known each other before, they were just whispering.

Kong Xuan's eyes flashed, they were already relatively late, and there were more than 2,000 monks inside, all of whom exuded a huge momentum, which should not be underestimated.

is either distant and profound, or upright, or domineering, or hidden and not revealed, especially the few people in the first row make Kong Xuan's heart awe-inspiring.

"Three thousand red dust guests, the Xuanmen is really brilliant!" Zhang Ling's heart trembled slightly, and there was a trace of chaotic air flowing out of the seven orifices of the stubborn stone, and the top two hollows, like human eyes, had already fallen on the seven futons in the first row.

"These are the saints of the future!"