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Wuzhuang Temple.

Under the ginseng fruit tree.

Hongyun tasted a ginseng fruit happily and said with a smile:

"Brother Zhenyuan, are you panicking?"

"Taiqing, Original Heavenly Lord, Tongtian Cult Leader, Nuwa, Zhunti, Jieyin, Taoist Patriarch, and the seven saints have all died."

"Nowadays, in the entire prehistoric era, only Saint Pingxin is still alive."

Zhen Yuanzi lowered his head and looked at the uncertain book of ground, smiled freely and said:

"Panic? Why are you panicking?"

"On the road to hell, with you as my best friend by my side, Pindao will not be lonely."

Hongyun said disgustedly:
"Come here, I don't want to go to the underworld with you. If I want to accompany you, I should also go to accompany Taoist fellow Taoist Queen Mother of the West, Taoist Taoist Nuwa and the others."

Hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi burst into laughter and said:

"You Hongyun, how dare you covet Taoist Fellow Queen Mother of the West? Are you really afraid that Duke Dongwang will come alive and strangle you to death?"

"Okay, let's try the ginseng fruit again, but I won't be able to taste it again in the future."

Saints fell one after another, and books from the earth warned, all indicating that great changes were about to occur in the ancient times.

Fortunately, there is no one around him anymore, and he is not afraid even if he falls.

Sudden.

Ripples appeared in the space, and Kunpeng flew into Wuzhuang Temple.

With a thought, he formed a futon, sat on the ground, and said bitterly:

"Fellow Taoist Hongyun, I am ashamed of you..."

After Zhen Yuanzi saw Kunpeng, his smile faded and he said coldly:
"Kunpeng, you are so brave. You dare to come to Wuzhuang Temple to seek your own death. Are you trying to deceive us and other treasures?"

Hongyun waved his hand, handed over a ginseng fruit, and said:

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, let him let go of the past."

"If it weren't for the Hongmeng Purple Qi, I'm afraid we wouldn't be fighting each other with swords. Now think about it, this Hongmeng Purple Qi is simply a disaster!"

"If you don't tell me that you won't become a saint, you will let me die in the hands of my old friends because of this."

Kunpeng took the ginseng fruit and took a sip, only to feel that his heart became more and more bitter, and said:

"What Taoist Fellow Hongyun said is true. It's all Hongmeng Ziqi's fault and Taoist Ancestor Hongjun's fault."

"If he hadn't become a saint inexplicably and brought out the Hongmeng Purple Qi, which would cause the poor people to suddenly have evil thoughts... Oh, that's all."

"Being able to put an end to regrets before the Great Desolation is shattered, I will die with no regrets."

Subsequently.

Inside Wuzhuang Temple, there was a burst of joking:

"You bird and fish thief, you are so ruthless. I was ready to hand over the Hongmeng Purple Qi at that time, but you decided to kill them all. Please punish yourself three times!"

"Don't talk about three cups. Even if it's three thousand cups or thirty thousand cups, I'm not afraid. I'm just afraid that fellow Taoist Zhenyuan will feel sorry for me."

"It doesn't matter. It just so happens that my Wuzhuang Temple has not had any guests over the past few years, and the ginseng fruit wine has been piling up more and more. Birds and fish thieves, please come."

"Well, your personal ginseng fruit wine is really insidious. Let's see if Pindao reveals his true identity and drinks up all your ginseng fruit wine in one gulp!"

……

Momoyama.

"call"

A breeze blew by, and peach blossoms floated down.

Yao Ji smoothed her long hair, looked at the uninvited Haotian opposite, and said:
"Your Majesty, why are you here?"

As Haotian waved his hand, Yang Jian and Yang Chan appeared beside him and said gently:
"Sister, are you still blaming my brother?"

"You are my biological sister, but you have become a Taoist couple with a mortal human race. How do you want me to face all living beings?"

Fairy Yao Ji hugged Yang Chan and Yang Jian into her arms and said stubbornly:
"Brother, you are wrong."

"So what if they were born in mortal bodies? Aren't the saints Nuwa and Fuxi still brothers and sisters?"

"After Fuxi was reincarnated into the human race, Saint Nuwa still made a clone of herself according to her own appearance, and married Fuxi..."

Before Yao Ji finished speaking, Haotian grabbed a peach blossom, turned it into essence, and asked:
"Okay, let me ask you, I am going to let Chan'er and this peach blossom spirit become Taoist couples. Are you willing or not?"

Seeing this scene, not only Fairy Yaoji, but also Yang Chan was dumbfounded.

Yang Jian said anxiously:

"No! How can this peach blossom essence be worthy of my little sister!" Haotian said with a bitter smile after consuming the peach blossom essence:

"Sister, do you finally understand why I am angry?"

"In the past, when the sage Nuwa made humans out of clay, you and I were watching from the Zixiao Palace..."

While speaking, Haotian glanced into the distance.

"buzz"

Wherever he looked, a formation appeared. Lu Bu cupped his hands, raised the space-time boat, and turned around to leave.

……

The arena of the heavens.

Thousands of phantoms of the world float in chaos.

At a certain moment, a world far greater than the world slowly dissipated, and a lonely figure walked out.

Judging from his appearance, he is clearly the King of Yan, Zhu Di!

Turning his head and looking at the ancient world that had turned into deathly silence, King Yan Zhu Di walked towards the Lich Tribulation and sighed:
"After I heard about the incident between Young Emperor Song and Yang Chan, I once laughed at Young Emperor Song that he was a fool who risked his life just for a promise."

"Now I understand. It turns out that I am too stupid. Fairy Yunxiao, you will protect me during the great catastrophe of becoming a god."

"I will go to the Lich Tribulation to protect your safety!"

……

Lich Catastrophe.

Zixiao Palace.

Taoist Ran Deng glared at all the living beings who were listening, and said with grief and anger:
"What a thief, always using some despicable means to disturb poor people from listening to sermons."

“If you have the guts to do it, you don’t have the guts to admit it!”

At this moment, the Ran Deng Taoist was completely black, and his hair was almost burned away by the true fire of Samadhi.

Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, failed to escape again... and grabbed his hair in frustration.

Hongyun woke up from his state of enlightenment. He, who had always been good-tempered, couldn't help but complain a little and said loudly:

"Fellow Taoist Ran Deng is right. The sage's sermons are just an opportunity for us. How much we can understand depends entirely on our own understanding."

"It would be too shameless to use these underhanded tactics!"

at the same time.

Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Kunpeng, Zhunti and other great magical powers were forced to wake up helplessly, with depressed expressions on their faces.

The opportunity was in front of them, and they really wanted to listen to the sermon regardless of it, but no matter what, the previous Ran Deng was so unlucky.

They were burned by the true fire of samadhi and fell under the spell of witchcraft. They were foaming at the mouth. They were really frightened.

What's more terrifying than losing his soul is losing face in front of all his old friends and enemies.

Yuan Yuan snorted coldly and said disdainfully:
"It's your blessing to be able to listen to the sermons of saints, but you are so stupid to make things like this."

"If you ask me, you guys with hair and horns should be kicked out."

"Swish"

Donghuang Taiyi offered sacrifices to the Donghuang Bell and said angrily:

"Primordial child, believe it or not, I will break your legs too!"

For a moment, Taiqing's expression turned a little bad. He raised the Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda of Heaven and Earth and headed straight towards Donghuang Taiyi.

Taoist Hongjun saw these creatures fighting again and said gloomily:

"enough!"

He preached three times, each time for three thousand years. He has only been preaching for more than a month now, and he has already made such a fuss.

Taoist Hongjun was a little worried. After the lecture was over, would he be angry to death?

Sudden.

"dong dong dong"

The palace door shook, and the voice of Han Zhaolie Emperor Liu Bei came from outside:

"Fellow Daoist Di Ji, something serious has happened!"

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches are crazy. They looted Kunlun Mountain, Fire Cloud Cave, Beiming Sea, Sun Star... You should go back and take a look."

"It's too late and we can't save our cave!" (End of Chapter)