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Zixiao Palace, six futons are quietly placed there, looking extremely ordinary. However, how can the meaning contained in it be concealed from Lu Chen from the next generation!

The six futons are actually the six holy seats!

According to legend, these six futons were finally obtained by Sanqing, Nuwa, and Zhun Ti respectively. Then, the six of them were accepted as disciples by Hongjun one after another, and instantly stood out from many top powers, and became disciples of saints.

But what made them even more red was still to come, with Nuwa creating people, these six great saint disciples actually preached one after another and became supreme saints!

At this point, the development of the flood famine reached its peak and ushered in the era of saints.

Lu Chen's thoughts flew far away in an instant, and his eyes looked at the six futons, and he couldn't help but lose his mind slightly.

In the entire flood wilderness, no one knows better than Lu Chen, and in the legend, there are another twists and turns in the ownership of the six futons.

Originally, four of the six futons were obtained by Sanqing Nuwa, but the last two pieces were not allowed to be used to attract the two of them at all, but were respectively sat by Hongyun, who was also a top power, and Lu Chen's other identity, Kunpeng.

It can be said that at that time everything was settled.

However, no one expected that with the arrival of Zhun Ti, Hongyun would take the initiative to give up his seat. At the same time, it led to fate, Kunpeng, that is, Lu Chen, lost the futon, thus losing a holy throne.

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being the best person in the wilderness!" Lu Chen's mouth suddenly hooked an arc, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. But then he vanished, and his eyes flickered.

"To sit or not to sit?" Lu Chen was still standing outside the palace gate, thinking about it in his heart.

Now, those powers don't know where to wander around in the vast chaos, no one will compete with him for a seat, he can rest assured to pick a futon to sit down.

And once he sits down, he can be sure that Kunpeng's fate will be directly broken by him, and he will move towards another unknown path from now on. This is what Lu Chen has always wanted, but Lu Chen doesn't know where to go.

Lu Chen's expression was inexplicable, and finally, he slowly stepped out of his right foot and walked towards the gate of Zixiao Palace.

Squeak-

As Lu Chen stepped over the threshold and stepped into the main hall, the two huge palace doors slowly closed automatically. At the same time, Hongjun's figure appeared on the futon above the main hall.

"Fellow Daoist, we meet again. Hongjun looked at Lu Chen with a flat face, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he said softly.

Although in the chaos, the unknown battle with Yang Mei hit him hard. However, after five million years, Hongjun has already recovered.

"Yes, time flies so fast, I didn't expect that Daoist friends have been sanctified in a blink of an eye, and I haven't had time to congratulate Daoyou. Lu Chen's face was flat and he stepped forward slowly. Lu Chen was also aware of the surprise in Hongjun's eyes, but he was not surprised.

After nearly five million years of retreat, Lu Chen has raised his mana to the level of Sanqing and the others, and under the cover of his powerful realm, it is natural that Sanqing and the others can't see through him. However, Hongjun is already a saint, if he can't discover the strangeness of his cultivation, it will only make Lu Chen look down on Hongjun.

But what if you see through it?

Although Hongjun has become holy, don't forget, Lu Chen is a figure who once intersected with the Chaos Demon God Yang Mei. So even if he faced the saint directly, he still behaved calmly and calmly.

And it was this calmness that made Hongjun nod secretly, thinking of the mysterious Yang Mei who had fought with him, and he became more and more sure that Lu Chen's was not simple.

Hongjun smiled slightly and said: "Daoist friends are polite, poor Dao is just one step ahead." ”

After a pause, Hongjun's gaze swept over the six futons in front of Lu Chen, and his expression suddenly moved, and a glint flashed in his eyes. Hongjun stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of invitation to Lu Chen, and said in a kind tone: "Fellow Daoist, I am about to preach in ten thousand years, so it is better for Daoist friends to sit down for a while." ”

"What?" Lu Chen suddenly looked at Hongjun in disbelief.

He was still thinking about whether to get a futon from Hongjun's hand and sit down, but he didn't expect Hongjun to take the initiative to invite him to sit on the futon.

You know, this represents a holy throne! Although he had fought side by side with Hongjun, he knew that Hongjun was kind and kind, and he knew that Hongjun had a trace of guilt for him in his heart. However, Lu Chen absolutely did not believe that Hongjun would give away a holy throne for this reason.

Hongjun didn't seem to realize Lu Chen's shock, and said with a light smile: "Fellow Daoist, ten thousand years is not a long time, but it is not a short time. It is the honor of the poor Dao to be able to come to the Poor Dao Zixiao Palace, how can you let the Daoist friend stand all the time. ”

"Is that really the case?" Lu Chen's heart was full of doubts, and he didn't know whether he should agree to Hongjun, although he knew that as soon as he sat down, it would be equivalent to grabbing a holy throne that countless monks had dreamed of in advance.

"Are you worried that the poor Dao is calculating you?" Hongjun said with a slightly dissatisfied expression when he saw that Lu Chen was slow to respond.

"Don't say it, I'm just worried that you're calculating me. Lu Chen said secretly in his heart.

Lu Chen never believed that pies would fall from the sky, it was and will be, but Hongjun behaved very normally from beginning to end, so that he couldn't see what was wrong.

"Daoyou misunderstood, since this is the case, I am disrespectful. Lu Chen arched his hand.

If Lu Chen found out that something was wrong, he could have refused, but he didn't. If Lu Chen refused, it would seem a little ignorant, after all, Hongjun was a saint. Besides, what was placed in front of him was a holy throne, and the temptation for Lu Chen was too great.

Hongjun's old face suddenly showed a smile again, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded: "This is very good, Daoyou should have been like this a long time ago." ”

Lu Chen didn't speak, just nodded slightly, continued to walk forward, and walked towards the first futon, ready to sit down.

Since he had the opportunity to choose a futon, Lu Chen naturally wouldn't be really stupid to pick a piece and sit on it. In that case, when the three clearings come, wouldn't it be tantamount to self-deprecation. As for where Lao Tzu will sit in the future, Lu Chen doesn't bother to care.

Hongjun didn't have any opinion on this, but instead of having an opinion, he nodded slightly, the smile in the corner of his eyes deepened, and he didn't know what calculation he had in mind.

At the same time, in the depths of endless chaos.

A willow tree that is thousands of times larger than the towering ancient willow in Penglai Immortal Island back then, exudes an incomparably vast and vast atmosphere. Just as the Buzhou Mountain stands tall in the wilderness, this willow tree also stands proudly in the chaos.

Above the giant willow, the endless branches and leaves seemed to slowly absorb the chaotic qi around them according to a certain law. And at the root of the giant willow, Yang Mei, whose aura was many times more obscure than five million years ago, sat there.

No, it shouldn't be said to be Yang Mei, but Yang Mei itself!

Obviously, this giant willow is the true body of the Chaos Demon God, and the ancient willow on Penglai Immortal Island is only a part of the body. The same is true for Yang Mei. As early as five million years ago, after Yang Mei fought with Hongjun, he completely returned to his original deity.

However, Penglai Yang Mei's consciousness did not disappear, but only merged with the deity.

At this time, Yang Mei seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly opened his slightly closed eyes, and cast his deep gaze on the chaotic side.

There, it is the direction of Zixiao Palace!