Prehistoric: Good Fortune Tianzun

Chapter 27 Going to the Purple Heaven Palace

Thirty thousand years in Honghuang was just a flick of a finger, and in a blink of an eye, it was only a thousand years before Hongjun began to speak.

Bu Zhoushan, Pan Zun Temple, Sanqing respectfully bid farewell to Chen Xuan. “Uncle Enlightenment, Big Brother is about to start speaking on the road, we want to listen to the big brother’s preaching in the chaos.”

Chen Xuan was not surprised when he heard that, nodded and allowed them to say goodbye.

In the predicament, all the great powers with names and surnames left Immortal Cave and flew into the chaos. In a short while, the various powers flew to the edge of the prehistoric, breaking through the prehistoric fetal membrane, and flying into the chaos.

The gang wind in the chaos is raging and dangerous and dangerous. It is not that Daruo Realm is inaccessible, or the slightest carelessness of Daruo Jinxian will be blown away by the wind, and the soul will be destroyed.

There is not a big Luo Jinxian who relied on his own Cultivation Base to be good, and got into the chaos with a swish. After a while, he was blown to blood by the wind, and died.

There has never been a broad road in the path of spiritual practice. Opportunities and crises have always coexisted. The reason why the strong are strong is that they stand on top of the world with countless corpses under their feet.

Seeing this, the other great Luo Xiu stopped one after another, hesitating, and what’s more, they turned around and went back to the dojo. Although the chance was good, small fate was more important. There are only a few who are not afraid of the crisis and move forward courageously.

Sanqing didn’t hesitate, took the escape technique and flew into the chaos. Daddy slapped his forehead, offering a sacrifice to the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda to protect his three brothers. The Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Tower is the treasure of Houtian’s merits.

Seeing Sanqing’s back disappear into the chaos, everyone was anxious and stopped hiding. What to know, which cultivator is not a cherished broom? Since the birth of the prehistoric man, which power is willing to open the door and teach sentient beings? In the hearts of all cultivators, Hongjun is the only one who is willing to share his practice experience with the world. At the moment, how dare to hide the clumsy?

There was only a bell ringing, and the chaos Gangfeng was set in the chaos, unable to advance. After the bell, there were two haughty figures, which were the two great emperors of the demon clan in the future, Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

A blood-red figure soared into the sky, with two top Xiantian spirit treasure-level swords on his back, and a blood red lotus platform with ten second rank flowers under his feet. It was the ancestor of Styx who was born in the sea of ​​blood, and he What is stepping on under your feet is nothing else, it is the ten second rank fire red lotus made from one of the four lotus seeds of the good fortune green lotus.

Zhen Yuanzi’s head is written on the ground, protecting herself and his friend Hongyun; Fuxi embraces Fuxiqin, protecting herself and Nuwa; Kunpeng ancestor who was born in the North Ming did not offer Magic Treasures, but he can rely on the unparalleled escape of the day. The technique also flew safely into the depths of the chaos.

All the mighty powers all showed their magical powers. However, this chaotic wind is really mighty, and there is more thunder hidden in it. Most of the people walked this way tremblingly, like walking on thin ice. Only the twelve ancestor witches are alien, and they act naturally in chaos by relying on their flesh.

I don’t know how long it took, everyone finally saw a palace full of purple intent lying in the chaos. “Zixiao Palace! That’s the Zixiao Palace!” I don’t know who shouted, shocking the minds of many powerful abilities, and using all the energy of milking, flew towards the Zixiao Palace.

Finally, everyone came to the front of Zixiao Palace, but they saw someone waiting at the door long ago, it was Sanqing!

Sanqing, as a disciple of Chen Xuan and younger brother of Hongjun, how could Hongjun not take care of one or two? Therefore, without much effort, he came to the front of Zixiao Palace.

At this time, the great powers present were quite embarrassed, but Sanqing had no traces on his body, and he sighed in his heart: “It is worthy of being a person who inherits the Pangu god-tier legacy.” But I don’t know what else, and walked through the back door.

Suddenly, the palace gate of Zixiao Palace opened, and two young boys carved with pink jade came out. It was Haotian and Yaochi.

“Fellow daoist, Sage will speak right away, please enter the Purple Cloud Palace as soon as possible. In addition, the Purple Cloud Palace is the Sage dojo. Don’t make noise.” Haotian, like a little adult, explained to the great powers below. Although Haotian and Yaochi are not the boys of Xiaoxiaojinxian Realm, they are the boys of Hongjun, the first preacher. As the saying goes: “Seven-rank official in front of the prime minister’s door”, let alone the boy around Dao Zu Hongjun? The status is not worse than that of Ronaldo! When everyone saw it, they all said yes to the cupped fist, so as not to upset Hongjun.

Haotian and Yaochi pushed the gate of Zixiao Palace, and the gate of Zixiao Palace suddenly opened. Sanqing took the lead to walk towards Zixiao Palace.

Haotian and Yaochi didn’t dare to neglect, and Xiang Sanqing met with a courtesy: “The disciples Haotian and Yaochi have seen three master uncles. The master has already ordered that the master uncle comes and sits on the futon under the master’s head by himself.” Nodding his head, he handed Haotian a few spirit fruits on Kunlun Mountain and Buzhou Mountain, and walked into the hall.

When other people saw this, they thought they had to pay tickets to listen to the Dao, and they also took out some spirit treasures or spirit fruits and handed them to Haotian and Yaochi, so that these two little guys made a lot of money.

Everyone saw that Great Hall was solemn and solemn, and a big “Tao” was hung high on the wall, and the rhyme of Dao flowed, and it was beyond words. A cloud bed is placed high, and under it is another cloud bed, but it is much smaller than the one above. Looking down, there are three futons sitting on top of Sanqing, and below, there are six more futons.

“The two cloud beds must belong to Hongjun Sage and his mysterious master, but I didn’t expect that Sanqing’s identity was so high, and even Hongjun Sage respected them very much. But I don’t know the mystery of the six futons below. “After a little analysis in everyone’s mind, they felt that the futon must have a chance.

Everyone rushed towards the six futons. Due to the close distance, Nuwa Cultivation Base is not weak, and with Fuxi’s help, she sat on the first futon smoothly. Not to be outdone, the Houtu ancestor witch relied on his physical strength to squeeze forward and sit on the second one. The third was taken by Zhen Yuanzi, and the ancestor of Hongyun was pressed by Zhen Yuanzi on the fourth. Patriarch Kunpeng was extremely fast, and sat on the fifth futon with a swish of his hips.

There were five of the six futons in an instant, and only one remained, and everyone was jealous. If it weren’t for the prohibition of fighting in the Zixiao Palace, it would definitely be a bloody battle. While everyone was tearing, a face was like a vegetable, and a sad face was sitting quietly on it.

This person’s name refers to Daoist, which is the only remaining power in the West. At that time, Luo Hu used Mount Sumeru as the foundation and exploited the Western creatures. If there weren’t for the protection of a large formation, he and his junior Daoist were afraid that they would not even be able to transform their form.

Everyone who tore each other was dumbfounded when they saw it, and grabbed them by themselves, and even made wedding gowns for others.

“Uuuuu…” A cry suddenly appeared, and everyone was looking for reputation, but they were definitely mentioning Daoist. I saw Zhunti Daoist cry in tears: “Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu’s hardships, just to listen to the great way, to teach the living beings in the West. Now there is not even a seat, it is better… better to let the poor Dao hit and die in this Purple Heaven Palace!”