Seeing Sun Jiuyang appear, Zhaoming hurriedly greeted him: "Senior Sun, you are here!"

Sun Jiuyang looked at him and nodded, did not speak, stood at the gate of Zixiao Palace, just looked at the palace gate in a daze, his face was in a trance, and he felt a sense of distraction.

"I've seen the seniors, the juniors Haotian, I am here to welcome you by the order of the Dao Ancestor!" Haotian stepped forward to greet him again.

But Sun Jiuyang didn't seem to hear it, just looked at Zixiao Palace motionlessly in a daze.

Seeing Sun Jiuyang like this, Haotian couldn't help but look puzzled. It's not that he is extraordinary, it's just that there is no shortage of immortal kings who went in before, and the strong ones are one after another, and when they heard that he was on the order of the Taoist ancestor, they all asked with a surprised face, and then treated each other politely.

Only the man in front of him seemed to have not heard.

He is from the South China Sea, and he is not very old, so he doesn't know the relationship between Sun Jiuyang and Daozu Hongjun. Mo said that he was just on the orders of Dao Ancestor, even if Dao Ancestor personally stood in front of Sun Jiuyang, he would not be anything.

Zhaoming frowned slightly, he had never seen Sun Jiuyang like this. Gone is the heartless cynicism on weekdays, but there is an indescribable loneliness.

Haotian was about to speak again, but when he saw Zhaoming waving his hand at him, he hurriedly kept his mouth shut and just stood aside.

The door was quiet and a little strange for a while, until a burst of blood surging came and broke the silence.

A wave of light surged, and I saw a blood-soaked person coming through the clouds and smoke, with a strong breath, it was the ancestor of the Styx River in the Sea of Blood.

As soon as he saw this person, Zhao Ming immediately put on an attack posture and took out a three-foot bronze sword at the same time. Although he and Shura have formed an irresolvable grudge with the Rakshasa King, the relationship between the Styx Ancestor and the Rakshasa King is just like that between himself and Shura. It would not be a surprise to take action to vent the anger of the Rakshasa King.

And Shura summoned the Blood Evil Buddha for the first time, and his blood was rippling. There was a metallic roar. The Blood Evil Buddha behind him looked at the Styx Ancestor with murderous intent in his eyes, holding the blood-colored Zen staff in one hand and the Buddha beads of seven skeletons in the other.

A ferocious blood Buddha is actually the purest Buddhist power to suppress evil spirits. It's a strange scene no matter how you look at it.

Shura stared at the Styx Ancestor deadly, his eyes full of war intent. An indescribable meaning, he always felt that the person in front of him was so hateful, so hateful that he had an irrepressible killing intent, and he just wanted to draw the knife into a fast.

However, reason suppressed the fury in his heart, this is a top immortal king whose strength is even higher than that of the Rakshasa King, and his cultivation is to the sky. If you make a move at this moment, you will inevitably suffer the loss, and it will also affect Zhaoming and Dijun.

Looking at the few people in front of him. Styx Ancestor smiled slightly: "Sure enough, it's warlike, but you are the target of my younger brother Rakshasa King, and I won't do anything to you." When my brother comes out, I will let you know what life is better than death. ”

Zhaoming shook the three-foot bronze sword in his hand and sneered: "I will also let you know what it means to be terrible." ”

With such a provocation, the Styx Ancestor didn't seem to care at all, and just smiled slightly: "Don't blow the cowhide too big, it will break!"

See that the situation is not right. Haotian on the side hurriedly said: "I've seen the seniors, the juniors Haotian." By the order of the Dao Ancestor, I am here to welcome you. ”

"Dao Ancestor's Order!"

The Styx Ancestor looked puzzled, which made Haotian exhale softly in his heart, and secretly said that this should be a normal reaction, but he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly explained.

"Thank you!" Styx Ancestor nodded, ignoring the others and walking towards the Zixiao Palace.

Wait until the Styx Ancestor enters. Sun Jiuyang on the side sighed as if waking up from a dream.

Zhao Ming hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Senior, time is running out, let's go in together!"

Before, I was worried about unnecessary trouble, so I waited outside, but now I don't have much time. There were so many people who went in again, and Bai Ze estimated that he was lost in the formation and couldn't get out, so it was time for a few of his own people to go in.

was originally a kind inquiry, but Sun Jiuyang shook his head without hesitation, with a sad face: "Go in, what am I going to do when I go in?"

This...... Zhaoming didn't know how to answer.

Sun Jiuyang continued: "When Zixiao Palace is opened, he is naturally preaching. Whoever goes in becomes his disciple. Do you want me to be his disciple too?"

Zhaoming was silent, not knowing how to answer, so he could only remain silent.

And Sun Jiuyang continued: "He is my brother, how can I go in and recognize him as a master, this ...... This generation...... But it's a mess!"

Between the words, there was an indescribable loneliness, which made Zhaoming also gloomy for a while. Dao Ancestor started to speak, and in the future, the Tao will be in the world, and I am afraid that most of the monks in the world will call themselves Daomen disciples.

If you let yourself recognize Dijun or Shura as a master, psychologically, you really can't accept it.

"You ...... You guys go in! I'm actually here to take a look!"

Sun Jiuyang sighed, sat down on the steps, took out a flute, which was made of an ordinary bamboo branch, brought it to his mouth, and blew it gently.

The sound of the flute whined, clear and melodious, and in an instant it seemed to be the nine curves of the long river, reverberating in the intestines, and in a few breaths, it became like the cry of a milk swallow, disturbing people's hearts.

Playing the bamboo flute, with tears in his eyes, Sun Jiuyang with such a look surprised Zhaoming incomparably, he never thought that this unscrupulous heavenly master who had always been gag would have such a side.

Sun Jiuyang's state at this moment was very wrong, but Zhaoming couldn't help him with anything, stared for a moment, and saw that he seemed to be caught in his own world, and finally sighed, and walked towards Zixiao Palace with Zhaoming and Shura.

The palace gate is myriad, the rhyme is magnificent, and it looks extremely extraordinary, but after entering the palace, it is a different feeling.

There are simple black walls all around, without any decoration, and there is only an antique incense case in the main hall, and nothing else.

There is a small door on one side of the inner wall, which presumably leads to the apse of Zixiao Palace. Although everyone wanted to know what was going on behind it, no one dared to rush over without the order of the Dao Ancestor.

There is a futon in front of the incense case, and the position should be prepared by Daozu for himself, and no one dares to step forward.

Further forward on this futon, there are five futons, one row closer, and people have been seated, from beginning to end they are Taiqing Dao people, Shangqing Dao people, Yuqing Dao people, Hongyun Dao people and Kunpeng Dao people.

Being able to rest on a futon in such a place is not only the closest to Dao Ancestor, but also a sense of detachment.

Looking at this appearance, it should be sitting in the order of entering the door, but for some reason, the first high priest of the Wu clan to enter did not have a place, but stood at one foot in the main hall, looking at his nose and nose, and sitting cross-legged with his nose and heart.

Sensing Zhaoming's gaze, the high priest of the Wu clan glanced sideways, not only a little affectionate. After a moment, he turned back again, as if he hadn't seen half of anything.

The main hall is not small, but there are only more than 100 people who come in, making it look extremely empty.

The three of them found a place to sit cross-legged and waited.

After that, a few more people entered, all of them were unknowns, and they couldn't practice Taiyi Golden Immortal, and the opportunity was not bad.

They are all cautious and wary of each other, and they dare not take the initiative.

After a long time, I saw Haotian walk in and bowed to the monks in the hall: "Dao Ancestor has an order, the time is coming, and it will come out soon, so I bother you to wait." ”

Dao Ancestor's order, who dares to disobey it, and I don't know if what Haotian said is true or false, but it is definitely that no one will take the initiative to do something.

Time passed little by little, and seeing that the time was approaching, I suddenly heard two voices: "Amitabha, it's still ...... Good to catch up!"

Following the sound, three figures appeared at the door, two of them were dressed in bhikshuni robes, and they were the people who received the Dao and the quasi-Ti Dao. There is another person, with a cloak and an extraordinary bearing, Zhaoming has also seen it, but he is a person who burns the lamp.

In the past, in the battle of Buzhou Mountain to relieve the difficulty of Emperor Wa, the people of the Burning Lamp Dao did not participate, but stayed on the Lingshan Mountain with the Daoist.

This time, Daozu Zixiao Palace gave a lecture, and after the Daoist went back to inform him, the three of them came together.

Looking at the three people with injuries on the surface, although it is not very strict, it is obvious that they have already moved. The Demon Clan Immortal King only has the Kunpeng Dao and the Purple Phoenix Fairy, the Kunpeng Dao people are in the palace, and the Purple Phoenix Fairy is not a belligerent person, so there is no need to think about it, and a few people are naturally the Great Witch of the Wu Clan.

However, the Wu clan also has no fate, not only are they all separated from the high priest of the Wu clan, but even in this case, the three people who fought with them have come in, but the great witch is still missing.

Seeing that the person receiving the Daoist was injured and his breath was slightly chaotic, the Hongyun Daoist hurriedly stood up and greeted loudly: "Pick up the Daoist, you can come here to rest." ”

"Thank you, Daoyou!" The usher didn't think much about it, and sat down straight.

He is riddled with karma in the land of resentful spirits, and the situation in his body is somewhat special, and this time he does it, his blood and qi are impacted, and he needs to breathe.

When the Daoist sat down, the Red Cloud Daoist retreated to Zhen Yuanzi's side. The futon is also peculiar, it seems to have the power of the Dao Ancestor, and not long after the Daoist sat down, the situation has stabilized.

The quasi-Daoist glanced at the Kunpeng Daoist beside him and said, "Amitabha, can the donor let the poor monk sit down and breathe." ”

Kunpeng Dao didn't think about it, and directly refused.

Before the quasi-Daoist could speak, the Shangqing Daoist on the side snorted coldly: "We are the authentic sect of Pangu, the descendant of the Taoist family." The demon clan is in decline, how can you be on an equal footing with us. It's better to get acquainted with each other, or to give up a seat. ”

He is a man of intelligent mind, and no one can be sure how many people will come in.

But in addition to the futon that should be the ancestor of the Dao Ancestor, there are only five futons in the whole hall, and there must be a mystery.

I thought about making some articles before, but now I saw that the other party was in trouble, and I was just waiting for the opportunity to move. In any case, the Quasi-Tidao people and the Sanqing Daoists have always been friends, and they are also immortals.

Hearing what the Qingdao Daoist said, the Kunpeng Daoist shouted angrily: "Shangqing Daoist, what do you want?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw a flash of black light, and the Taiqing Daoist had already held the Xuanguang in his hand and slapped it at the Kunpeng Daoist. (To be continued......)