Chapter 50: A big fuss in Zixiao, Hongjun is confused

Wow! !

The world is boiling!
Forces big and small.

Regardless of whether he had entered the Zixiao Palace and heard it before, as long as he surpassed the Golden Immortal, he would fly into the chaos and try to find the location of the Zixiao Palace.

The ten demon saints of the demon clan, the twelve ancient witches of the witch clan, and even some ancient people hiding in the ancient times, all moved upon hearing the sound.

Hou Tu and the eleven ancestor witches appeared in front of the Zixiao Palace first, looking at the gate of the Zixiao Palace which had not yet been closed and was about to be closed.

Zhu Rong shouted, "Wait a minute!"

Tongzi Haotian was stunned, and then he saw a burly figure walking towards him.

Before he could understand what was going on, the ancient witches came in one after another and poured into the Zixiao Palace.

At this time, Hongjun had not appeared, and the three thousand saints had just fought against each other. As this was the saint's place of practice, they did not dare to take action.

When they saw the Twelve Ancestral Witches suddenly break in, they were all a little confused.

The demon emperor Jun looked at his opponent and sneered, "A bunch of idiots who don't cultivate their primordial spirits want to realize the great Dao from a saint. How ridiculous."

But to his surprise, the Twelve Ancestral Witches simply ignored him.

They all walked towards where the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Zhunti and Jie Yin were.

"Step aside!"

The ancestor of time, Zhu Jiuyin, looked at Zhunti in front of him and shouted coldly.

Zhunti was stunned, "What do you mean by this!"

Bang!
Zhu Jiuyin slapped Zhunti on the head, and this palm transcended time.

Zhunti didn't have time to react at all, the huge force directly knocked him away!

"How dare you! The Saint's Dojo actually took action. The Wu Clan has no manners!"

Jie Yin's expression changed and he shouted loudly. Before he could make a move, the Ancestral Shaman of Lightning and the Ancestral Shaman of Thunder had already made their move!
At this time, Daozu had just finished giving a lecture.

The three thousand saints are all in the realm of Daluo Jinxian. The distance is so close, and the ancestor witch is famous for his close combat.

Jie Yin then followed in the footsteps of Zhunti and fell against the wall of Zixiao Palace with his body charred black.

The faces of Sanqing and Nuwa changed drastically, looking at the ancestor witch in front of Qiang, "What do you mean!"

If they still haven’t reacted by now, they are no longer worthy of being called holy!
Di Jiang clenched his fist and said in a cold voice, "Are you going to stand up on your own, or should we ask you to stand up?"

After he finished speaking, the two ancient witches, Zhu Jiuyin and Xuanming, had already sat in the positions where Jie Yin and Zhunti had just sat.

Seeing this scene, Kunpeng in Zixiao Palace felt relieved, "You guys also have this day, hahahaha!!"

"Lawless! Lawless!"

Yuqing Yuanshi looked at the Ancestral Witch who was surrounding them with a warm and angry expression, surrounded by fairy light, ready to take action at any time!
Taoist Taiqing and Shangqing Tongtian also had gloomy expressions.

He is the authentic Three Pure Ones Pangu, but today he was bullied like this!
Even Nuwa was equally angry.

Are these witch ancestors crazy?
It is extremely disrespectful to dare to take action in the saint's temple!
The other gods were all confused and didn't understand why these ancient witches were so crazy.

The two brothers, Demon Emperor Dijun, looked very excited.

beat!
Fight!
The saint blames me, and killing these ancient witches first is simply a help from heaven!

These ancient witches are obstacles to his unification of the ancient world and are more difficult to deal with than the King of the East.

But just when Di Jun was excited, countless sacred beings rushed in from outside again.

He looked at the six cushions on the ground with shining eyes.

The Zixiao Palace, which was originally somewhat empty, suddenly became very crowded.

"Mine! It's all mine!"

"No one can rob me!"

"Fuck you! I was here first, get out!"

Bustling and bustling.

The sudden scene made the three thousand saints look shocked.

Isn’t it said that only those who are destined to come can come to Zixiao Palace?
After the saint’s first sermon, those who were destined to be with him had basically been identified.

What's up with all these sanctities rushing in to grab seats?

Haven’t these seats been determined by the saints and will never be changed?
What are these guys doing rushing in to rob?

One after another, doubts appeared in the hearts of the three thousand sacred beings in Zixiao Palace.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

When Di Jun and Tai Yi were confused, the Demon Saint Bai Ze rushed in with a group of demons, shouting loudly.

When the people of the Wu Clan saw Bai Ze coming in, they immediately increased their efforts to block other sacred things.

There was an ancestor witch standing next to Zhu Jiuyin and Xuanming respectively, trying their best to stop them.

The other witch ancestors looked at Sanqing and Nuwa angrily, "If you don't give in, we will really be rude!"

The chaotic scene made Taoist Taiqing's eyes flash, "Since you want to sit, I'll give it to you!"

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

Yuanshi and Tongtian were shocked and looked at Taoist Taiqing.

Taiqing shook his head and pulled the two of them back quickly.

Nuwa also reacted and took Fuxi away from the vortex.

The four great ancestor witches, Dijiang, Tianwu, Shebishi and Gonggong, hurriedly sat down, and the remaining few ancestor witches stood in front of them to protect them.

"We are the direct descendants of Pangu. We should inherit Pangu's legacy and become saints!"

Dijiang looked at the saints who were quarreling and fighting in front of him, and shouted coldly, "Bullshit!"

A holy one shouted loudly.

"This seat is for those with virtue. You Wu people don't know the destiny and don't understand the truth. How dare you sit down!"

"Stand up quickly. We have existed since the beginning of the world, and we are the ones who can become saints!"

"..."

Bai Ze walked up to Di Jun and whispered, "Your Majesty, not long after you left the prehistoric world, a rumor spread among the prehistoric world that the six seats in the Purple Sky Palace represent six future saints."

"He who gets the seat gets the holy position!"

"At the same time, a chaotic location inexplicably appeared in the hearts of many sacred beings. It was exactly where the Purple Sky Palace was located!"

Damn, why didn't you say it earlier!
Di Jun was shocked and instinctively wanted to grab the cushion, but was forcefully held down by Donghuang Taiyi beside him.

Taiyi said in a deep voice, "Brother, calm down!"

Di Jun's heart was filled with shock as he discovered that several innate gods had been paying attention to him.

Only then did he calm down.

No wonder these brainless ancestors of witches suddenly rushed in.

Dare to make a scene and grab seats in the saint's venue.

The reason is here.

Thinking of the seating arrangement made by the preaching saint, Di Jun instantly realized that this rumor was very likely to be true!

Although Di Jun was shocked, he did not rashly join in the robbery.

On the one hand, he was concerned about the saints, and on the other hand, he was afraid of the cause and effect relationship with the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa.

Especially the siblings Nuwa and Fuxi.

Di Jun had already planned to bring the two of them into the demon camp.

If we offend him now, it will affect our overall plan!

At this time, Dijiang was surrounded by a mess, all of whom were trying to grab the sacredness of the cushion. His aura suddenly burst out, "We are the descendants of Pangu, the authentic Pangu!"

"The primordial world was created by the Father God Pangu. We, the ancient witches, are destined to become saints!"

His words immediately excited the saints in front of him, and they looked indignant.

"Emperor Jiang! You twelve witch ancestors are planning to take up all the holy positions. This is too wicked!"

"Get out of the way now, or we'll attack you!"

"Your ancestor witch is the incarnation of Pangu, right? Look at this ancient world, which innate god is not formed from the parts of Pangu!"

"According to what you said, we all have Pangu's genes!"

Holy place?!
Sanqing and Nuwa were shocked.

what's the situation!
The two people in the West were fully awake at this time. When they heard the fight between the Ancestral Witch and other sacred beings, murderous aura surged in their bodies, and they grabbed a demon from the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

"Tell me! What's going on!"

The voice was cold and full of murderous intent.

Why did he get beaten even though he just listened to the truth?

How can I reason with you? Do you still have any dignity?
The demon tribe was captured, and Di Jun was unwilling to do so. "Zhunti, how dare you bully my demon tribe!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of true fire from the sun was shot out.

The seven-treasure tree in Zhunti's hand flashed, and the sun's true fire disappeared.

When Di Jun was about to attack again, the demon in Zhunti's hand had dull eyes and spoke slowly in a mechanical tone, "It's spread throughout the prehistoric world that there are six cushions in Zixiao Palace."

"Each cushion represents a holy position. Whoever obtains the cushion obtains the holy position!"

"As long as you can gain the approval of a saint, you will have the opportunity to sit on the cushion and become a saint."

Zhunti's heart trembled, "Holy throne!"

The demon tribe had gloomy looks in their eyes. Di Jun and Tai Yi looked at Zhunti coldly.

The Three Thousand Saints looked at the cushion under the Ancestral Witch in disbelief, "So that feeling of loss came from here!"

This is an opportunity to become a saint!

Three Thousand Saints were breathing heavily, their eyes slightly red.

They have already experienced the power of a saint from Hongjun.

Surpassing the realm of quasi-saint, no one in the world can defeat him, and he rests as high as the heavens!
Jie Yin's heart was moved, and he asked, "The futon has been ruled by the saints and should not be moved recklessly. Why are you fighting for it?"

"Rumor has it that Zhunti and Jieyin from the West took the holy throne by stealing the holy positions of Hongyun and Kunpeng."

"As long as the holy person sitting on the holy throne has not been sanctified, there is a chance to snatch it."

hiss! !

After hearing this, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa and other deities took a deep breath.

This is roasting them on the fire!
The creatures in the ancient times only knew the results but not the reasons; they had no idea what happened during the first sermon.

Now, he is swept up in a rumor and dares to cause trouble in the saint's temple for the sake of his sainthood.

hum~~~
The noisy Zixiao Palace became more and more chaotic.

The saint Hongjun suddenly appeared, and the saint’s pressure instantly made all the saints unable to raise their heads.

Hongjun, who had just emerged from seclusion, looked at the chaotic Zixiao Palace with a confused look on his face.

"What are you doing!?"

(End of this chapter)