Honghuang: The chat group is full of big shots

Chapter 214: Three Generations of Disciples Appear Together
In Tianhuan City, Wang Lin stood on the city wall, suppressing the entire city alone.

The aura of slaughter that he carried was truly the enemy of all living things, making the entire city silent and depressing.

Wang Lin suddenly heard something and smiled slightly. The murderous aura immediately dissipated. Except for a certain evil aura in the image of this clone, he seemed to have turned into a gentleman as gentle as jade.

At this moment, the whole city seemed to come alive. After a trip to the gates of hell, countless people suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

He heard Fang Xun's voice transmission at this time, turned around and greeted Taiyi on the imperial chariot.

"Brother Taiyi, please enter the city."

"Thank you, Brother Wang Lin, for clearing the way for me." Taiyi returned the greeting and then stepped down from the imperial chariot and came to the top of the city wall.

He looked at the city without saying a word.

But the people in the city quickly knew what they needed to do.
"Greetings to the Supreme Taiyi!" We can't just call him the Human Emperor, so we call him the Supreme.

"Greetings to the Supreme Taiyi!"

The sounds of worship rose and fell, sweeping across the entire city like a wave.

At this time, Taiyi looked up at the sky and saw a strong aura of human luck falling on him.

"Yes, this method is indeed feasible." Regardless of whether these people have truly submitted to Taiyi, he came with great momentum and gained control of the city, so the fortune of this city is bestowed upon him.

Of course, this is also because the contemporary Human Emperor did not stop it.

Emperor Zhuanxu had already expressed his attitude long ago, he would not care about this battle for destiny.

He will only abdicate the throne to the winner of the battle for destiny.

"Thank you for coming to help, fellow Daoist." Taiyi condensed the luck of the human race in this city and thanked Wang Lin again.

“You are too polite, Brother Dao. It is also my fortune to be able to take this opportunity to descend upon the prehistoric world.” Wang Lin smiled friendly. There was no longer the murderous aura in his mind as before.
This fellow Taoist is a little scary… Taiyi compared Wang Lin’s two images during wartime and peacetime, and felt that this fellow Taoist was either a pervert or a psychopath.

Taiyi also had a smile on his face and invited Wang Lin into the tent behind the imperial chariot. Fang Xun and Hong Yi were both there.

The four of them sat down, and Hong Yi and Wang Lin greeted each other. They were curious about each other. They had never met each other, but Hong Yi had communicated with Wang Lin during the battle just now.

Suddenly, Wang Lin seemed to sense something, and he smiled at Hong Yi. Wang Lin also sensed a certain aura from Hong Yi that was different from the ancient times.

They are all chaotic gods and demons, so they have some common topics.

But at this time, Fang Xun suddenly asked, "How was the battle just now? Wang Lin, how do you feel?"

“They are all very powerful. The level of Taoism they practice is extremely high, and their spiritual treasures are also extremely powerful.” What Wang Lin said was true.

"It's just a little strange, they seem to die too easily."

Sure enough, he also discovered it, and Fang Xun took the opportunity to introduce the Investiture of the Gods to him.

"I see." Wang Lin nodded.

"There is one more thing. My realm seems a little strange. I would like to ask you something." Wang Lin raised his questions to these fellow Taoists.

"My Daluo realm seems to be similar to the current Honghuang realm..."

"Stop!" Fang Xun suddenly raised his hand and interrupted Wang Lin's words, somewhat rudely.

But...if you continue talking, the Purple Sky Divine Thunder might strike you!

Wang Lin looked at Fang Xun like this, seemed to have sensed something, and nodded thoughtfully.

Taiyi didn't understand, but Hong Yi guessed something and shook his head slightly. In another world, Fang Xun and Wang Lin naturally had no scruples.

"You have reached the Daluo Dao realm and are considered true Daluo. You are not bound by the Heavenly Dao." Fang Xun said to Su Ming and the others.

The prehistoric immortal path they practiced was the one that had not yet been transformed by the Taoist Ancestor. The Daluo realm among them was also the true Daluo. However, they were not prehistoric creatures after all, and they did not have the opportunity to go to the source of time and light and get guidance from Pangu.

However, in the past, Pangu struck him with an axe. Could this be considered an opportunity?
……

Qiong Chan looked at his great-grandfather and good friend who had fled back in a panic, and clearly felt that the luck of the human race in him had been weakened, and the luck represented by the Southern Tianhuan City had been taken away.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his restless heart, "I'm glad you guys are back. I already have a way to deal with that demon cultivator."

"What method?" Wen Zhong and Shao Dian were both shocked.

"Merit and spiritual treasure." Qiong Chan was confident.

"A spiritual treasure of merit? The merit of heaven will not lead to a fatal disaster?!" Wen Zhong reacted instantly.

The spiritual treasure of merit is equivalent to the golden body of merit. With the protection of the Heavenly Dao, the threat of the Avenue of Slaughter is greatly reduced.

"It's a good idea indeed, but this spiritual treasure of merit is too rare." Shaodian sighed slightly. As for the treasure of merit? They didn't even dare to think about it.

The Human Emperor Seal is certainly a treasure of great merit, but how could they touch it?

"Brother Wen Zhong, please go to Jiejiao and ask a few brothers to come and help. I will go to Chenjiao myself!" Qiong Chan has made up his mind. He can't just watch the luck of the human race being snatched away from him.

So he needs more help!

"Yes!" Wen Zhong still felt guilty for losing this round, so he immediately agreed after hearing this.

He didn't delay and went straight to the East China Sea.

Shaodian also went to work for the meritorious spiritual treasure, and Qiongchan went directly to Kunlun Mountain.

"Little Emperor, we have been waiting for you for a long time." When Qiong Chan arrived at Kunlun Mountain, he was unexpectedly given a grand welcome by the Chan Sect. It was Guangchengzi who came to greet him!

"Senior Guangchengzi, please embarrass me!" Qiong Chan was shocked.

"I already know the intention of the little emperor. The saint has also passed down the teachings. My disciples of the third generation of the Chan Sect will go down the mountain to help you ascend to the throne of the emperor of destiny."

Hiss! Qiong Chan was shocked. The three generations of disciples of the Chan Sect also had a group of Daluo Supremes.

Although the number of Great Luos in the prehistoric world today cannot be compared to the 3,000 Great Luos during the most prosperous period of the prehistoric world, in the last few thousand years, the Jiejiao, the Chenjiao, and even the Western Sect have indeed produced quite a few Great Luos, which has slightly restored the number of Great Luos in the prehistoric world.

Among the three generations of disciples of the Chan Sect, there are even many extremely powerful ones.

For example, Yang Jian, who was born into the human race but was taken to Kunlun Mountain at an early age.

Well...it's certainly not that the human race does not pay attention to the cultivation of geniuses, but that Yang Jian's birth had some problems, which was related to the head male immortal in heaven.

He was taken to Kunlun Mountain at a very young age. He is a third-generation disciple of the orthodox Chan sect, but he does not have a close relationship with the human race.

"Yang Jian, Lingzhuzi, Tuxingsun..." Guangchengzi named them one by one, and one figure after another appeared behind him, vaguely bringing a strong sense of oppression to Qiong Chan.

"..."Qiong Chan felt some subtle changes, but at this moment he could only remain silent.

"Greetings, Master Uncle! Greetings, Little Emperor!" Yang Jian, Lingzhuzi and the others all saluted towards Guangchengzi. They were all Daluo Supremes who were being trained by the Chan Sect and were personally instructed by the saints.

"Hello, fellow Taoists." Qiong Chan took a deep breath and bowed to the three generations of the Chan sect.

(End of this chapter)