In front of the gate of Zixiao Palace in the depths of chaos, as the voices of the two Dao boys fell, the monks on the platform got up one after another and walked towards the door.

Yang Yi also led Bai Yue and the others to walk inside slowly, he was not in a hurry, he was not interested in the futons inside. At the same time, he didn't deliberately point out Hongyun, don't join in the fun, because this matter is not clear.

It's about the Holy Throne and stopped Red Cloud, maybe he will blame you afterwards, after all, he doesn't know that he will end up falling because of this in the future, he will only feel that you are blocking his path to holiness, and this hatred is not easy to understand.

Therefore, I can only wait for the future, when Hongyun is really exhausted, and then pull him again. Thinking of this, the footsteps did not stop, and Yang Yi and the others soon came to the Zixiao Palace.

Sure enough, there were six futons at the front, all of which were already full of people at this time, and Hongyun was also among them, and Zhen Yuan was sitting behind him. Yang Yi shook his head and sighed, then ignored it, found a random place and sat down, Bai Yue, Jin Suifeng and others sat behind Yang Yi.

It was only at this time that Yang Yi began to look at the three thousand Zixiao Palace guests. Sitting on the six futons in front of them are Taiqing Laozi, Yuqing Primordial, Shangqing Tongtian, Nuwa, Kunpeng and Hongyun.

Sanqing is still what Yang Yi saw before, but his breath is much thicker, and his cultivation has reached the peak of Daluo Jinxian, and Lao Tzu's cultivation feels that he can enter the next realm at any time.

Sitting on the fourth futon is Nuwa, who was cultivated in the late stage of Da Luo Jinxian, wearing a cyan dress and a dignified and kind face. Sitting behind her was her brother Fu Xi, who was also a late cultivator of Da Luo Jinxian, wearing a bright yellow gossip robe, with wise and restrained eyes.

Kunpeng sat on the fifth futon, looking like an old man, dressed in a black robe, and his face was also very gloomy.

In the second row after the futon, there are Dijun and Taiyi on the Sun Star, Nuwa's brother Fuxi, the Eastern Prince, the Western Queen Mother, Zhen Yuanzi, the Styx of the Blood Sea, Chang Xi and Xihe on the Taiyin Star, and the twelve ancestors of the Wu Clan.

These people stood at the top of the entire desolate world, and it was usually difficult to see one or two of them, but today they all gathered here just to listen to the sermon. Their own inheritance can only be cultivated to the realm of Daluo, and the subsequent cultivation methods all rely on their own enlightenment, but how can this be a simple matter?

Stepping into the next realm from scratch, there is no other basis for reference, maybe there are people who can do it, but that is not known how long later.

Now there was a monk who claimed to be a saint who wanted to preach and preach the Fa, and the coercion at the beginning was indeed too much beyond Da Luo Jinxian, making them see hope, otherwise, with the pride of these people, how could they honestly stay here for thousands of years.

The seats in Zixiao Palace were basically full, and when the two little Dao boys, that is, Haotian and Yaochi, the future lords of the Heavenly Court, were about to close the palace door, a hurried voice came from a distance.

"Two fairy children, wait for the door to close, and let me and the two brothers go in and close it again. ”

Hearing this, Yang Yi laughed silently, the two from the West still arrived, he looked at the Kunpeng and Hongyun on the futon, and saw that they were curiously looking towards the palace gate, shook his head, and also began to observe the two future saints.

At this time, they did not have the scenery of the later generations, and their robes were blown to tatters by the chaotic airflow, and they were very embarrassed. Most of the people in the palace pursed their lips disdainfully and stopped paying attention. Zhun Ti held the gate in front, and after taking a breath, he shouted to the back with a painful face:

"Come, brother, this door is about to be closed. ”

"Okay, good work, brother. As he spoke, he stepped into the Zixiao Palace, nodded towards Haotian and Yaochi, and walked towards the preaching place with Zhun Ti.

When the two came closer, they found that the place was already full of people, and they thought that they were still late. Zhun Ti noticed the six futons in front of him, and his heart jumped, and he secretly felt that they were very important things for the two brothers, and they should not be missed, but now they were full of people, which made him feel a little lost in his heart.

His eyes kept rolling, and he suddenly noticed the Red Cloud Dao man sitting on the side, and his heart was happy. Because Zhun Ti knew Hongyun, he had heard of his name when he traveled before, and he was known as a good old man in the wilderness, and this person might be able to take advantage of it.

He thought about it and couldn't delay it for a long time, so he began to perform. Yang Yi has been paying attention to the two of them, and when he saw that Zhun Ti's eyes began to glow, he knew that the show was coming, and he mourned Kunpeng and Hongyun in silence in his heart, especially Kunpeng, he was really embarrassed to lose this position.

At this moment, a cry sounded in the Zixiao Palace, causing everyone in the palace to look over in surprise, including Hongyun.

"Brother, why are we so miserable? Since my two brothers were born in the West, they found that the western part of the Flood was barren and far behind the East, so they have been working tirelessly to find a way to govern the western land.

It's a pity that I have no clue all along, I thought that the new saint's teachings in this heaven and earth could guide us through the maze, so I rushed here without a moment's delay, hoping to hear it more clearly before the saint approached. Who would have thought that this mountain is high and the road is far away, but it still hasn't caught up.

Why is God so unfair, it is better to die than to die, and the province is so uncomfortable now. Ah~"

Saying that, Zhun Ti was about to hit the pillar in the palace, and at the same time gave a vague look to the lead, and the lead hurriedly grabbed him, although it was not clear what Zhunti wanted to do, but the two tacit understanding was very good, and after he grabbed Zhun Ti, he also shed tears.

He thought that since he was born, he had hit a wall everywhere in order to solve the barren problems of the West, and the sadness that had been disguised immediately became sincere. Zhun Ti looked at the way he received the lead and gave him a thumbs up in his heart.

Some of the monks around the palace looked at each other, some watched coldly, and some simply closed their eyes and recuperated. Yang Yi watched from the sidelines with admiration, these two people are really talents, if the West is not prosperous, it will not be reasonable.

What made Yang Yi even more speechless was that Shui Ling'er behind him actually cried, and was about to get up and give up her position, Yang Yi shook her head at her, and at the same time transmitted the sound to let her continue to look down. Shui Ling'er couldn't, so she could only continue to sit, and at the same time, she felt that the owner was stingy, but it was just a position.

The next thing was really the same as Yang Yi thought, Hongyun, a rotten good person, still couldn't sit still, looking at these two cultivators who were so difficult, he got up and comforted:

"This fellow Daoist doesn't have to be like this, the seat of the poor Dao will be given to you. ”

As soon as Hongyun got up and finished saying this, Zhun Ti wiped away his tears, and sat down in front of Hongyun in a flash, and at the same time bowed to Hongyun and said:

"Daoyou is really a good person, poor Dao is here to thank you!"

Hongyun was stunned for a moment, and after thinking carefully about what had happened before and after, he knew that he had been deceived by Zhun Ti. He smiled a little helplessly, and it was not good to compete in the place of the saint, so he could only return the salute, walked to Zhen Yuan's side and sat down, Zhen Yuan comforted him, and continued to watch the development of the situation.

When the rest of the people who heard the sermon saw this scene, they all felt that Zhun Ti was shameless, especially Shui Ling'er, who was about to give way to Zhun Ti just now, was dumbfounded, and thought unnaturally in their hearts that it was not that the owner was stingy, but that he was too young. But Zhun Ti doesn't care about other people's opinions at all, and with his position, he has to get a seat for his brother.

He looked back at the others on the futon. Sanqing's position is not easy to move, and if one moves, the other two may join forces to drive him away from his current position; Nuwa, a female streamer, calculates that she herself is afraid that she will be angry; in the end, he hit Kunpeng next to him, and after a little thought, he has a countermeasure.

Poor Kunpeng Daoist, at this time, he didn't know that he had been calculated, so he still closed his eyes over there and waited for the saint to speak.

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